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Several weeks ago my sister and I rented an Air B&B to do a mini vacation. We stayed up drinking with her husband. He passed out on the couch while we continued to drink. We finally turned in for the night, she tried to wake her husband to come to bed but he was out. I tried sleeping on the floor but it was uncomfortable so I got on the couch next to my brother-in-law and fell asleep. I woke up later to him pulling down my sweatpants and underwear I asked him what he was doing and to stop and he whispered "shh. Don't worry, I won't tell your sister" I then felt him inside me, I tried to pull away but he had a firm grip on my hip. After he finished, he kissed me on the neck and said "That was nice kid" The rolled over and went back to sleep. I pulled up my pants then got back on the floor and slept there the rest of the night. The next day while my sister was in the shower he walked up and put his hands on my waist and said "that was nice last night, we'll have to do that again soon". I did my best to avoid him the rest of the trip. I chalked it up to drinking and bad decisions.
But this morning I took a pregnancy test and it's positive. I'm pregnant with my brother-in-laws baby. I'm so lost on what to do.
I am 23 years old and last weeked was the first time I drank alcohol. I am still living with my parents and when they left for date night on Saturday I found their vodka stash. I was rather curious and drank quite a bit.When my parents came back home I was lying topless on our kitchen table, singing "I want to break free" from Queen.I will never touch alcohol again.
#topless #queen #confession #alcohol #drunk #vodka #fun #embarrassing
I used to ride motorcycles alot and I always wore these tight black leather pants with boots. Usually I was out late nights barhopping. Some nights I scored pussy. Some nights I scored none. One night in particular I was out late. The time was about 4a.m. I had not gotten lucky that night. I noticed sitting at the bar was a thick redhead woman. The stool next to her was empty. I sat on that stool and continued my beer. Said hi to her and as natural began the small talk. We sat and talked a few minutes. Now I am a tall slender guy of pretty good looks. She was not bad looking at all.I guessed her to be mid to late 40s. I was late 20s. She had on a short black skirt with nice thick legs. Her makeup was impecable. She offered to buy me a beer and I accepted. As small talk continued I noticed her hand on my thigh. By this time my dick was aroused. Her hand rubbed towards the inside of my thigh and not too far from my bulge. She then proceeded to tell me she was a boy. Well now, what do ya do? Excellent tactic; look just like a woman, buy a guy a drink and then get his cock all worked up. She knew what she wanted. Now in this town it was not unusual for sissies and drag queens to frequent the bar scene. There were quite a few clubs that featured drag queen lip-syncing shows and contests. So I was not shocked. In fact I felt complimented. Well one thing led to another I wasnt getting any pussy that night but I was curious as hell. On my other side sitting was an aquaintence of mine. He leaned to me and asked what her story was. I told him she says she is a boy. He was like," Really? " Well she looks over at me and tells me is heading out. I told my buddy that I wanted to go see what this was all about.
So I left with her and followed her to where she lived. She shared a house with a few other people; one of whom I knew but he did not know I was there. W went up to her room. All feminine. Nothing boyish at all. Well I was nervous in a sense. My cock was raging hard. I had no idea what I was gonna do. She wasted no time removing her blouse and bra. She had really nice big tits. She laid on her bed leaning on her right elbow. I just paced. She told me in her raspy voice,"I wish I could get you out of those leather pants." I acted as if I did not really hear that. We exchanged more chit chat and she rubbed the bed next to her and said it again. Finally I had enough. I caved. I walked up to her bed.
"I know what you want" I said to her.
"Oh?" she says.
I proceed to unfasten my belt and unsnap my pants. I pull down on my zipper. She begins to start gazing at my crotch. Now I am no small boy. Not John Holmes but larger than average. I pushed my pants to my knees and my cock appeared.
"Ooooh! Nice." she says as I sit down next to her and lean back. My cock was stiff against my abdomen. She reached forward and wrapped her hand around it. She then began to lean her face forward as she slid the head in between her lips. She began the up and down movement that comes with a gurl sucking a big hard dick. All I know is this was THE BEST blow job I had ever received. She continuef about 10 minutes licking the head, kissing the head and running that tongue up and down the shaft while massaging my balls. I was amazed at how good she looked and how good it felt. I soon felt it coming. She sensed it as she raised up and let the cum shoot onto her face. Another shot went on my shirt. As it shoots out she again goes, "Oooooooh!" The deed was done. My first drag queen blow job. I saw her again a few weeks later. We barhopped together one night. She was my date. People in the bar scene knew I was not gay and if you were out with her you were considered lucky because you were getting sucked off. The night ended. It was morning. She drove me home. We sat in her car and talked. I couldnt stand it. I looked at her, "You wanna get me off?"
"Oh yes."
I raised my hips and lowered my pants. She sucked me to orgasm. It was exciting because of the daytime risk of being seen by neighbors. As she sucked she paused once and she looked at me and said, "You are rather large." Then continued. I soon felt it and this time she did not let it shoot out.................she swallowed.
Over the years we got together on a few occasions and it was always a great cock sucking.
I do not want to get into much detail. I really need to be careful because I think that some people might recognize my confession if they stumble upon it. So, to keep things short... I stole my best friend's car and sold it for meth. I stole my mother's wedding ring to get more drugs.I used my little brother to steal things from a store so I could sell it.Those are just some of the things I did to get high. I am now 5 days clean and sober and I regret terrible what I've done. I am going through hell right now and I deserve it.
#addiction #addict #drugs #meth #alcohol #stealing #confession #hell #torture
I am a secret crossdresser and when girlfriend is out I go to my garage and bring out my bag of lingerie.
I have a satin fetish and love the way it makes me feel. I get dressed up in black satin bra and thong, suspender belt, stockings and a black satin chemise. I then have webcam chats with men admitting I am gay and they tell me what a sissy I am.
Once I am finished I always feel a bit of shame and consider telling my girlfriend the truth but always end up putting the bag back and wait until the next time I am alone.
(im a dirty slut girl)
so i was at my step daddy place for new years and he lives on the beach. i had recently broke up with my exbf so i went through a slutty stage. i got drunk with a mate and we picked up two older gentleman. i ended up on the beach with one of them going at it, and half way through i swear i passed out!
but then i ended up telling him to pull out because i couldn't feel anything! the next thing i know, i'm hooking up with the other man and then he had me bent over, hitting it from the back!. I was oh yes daddy harder ,more I'm your dirty slut yelling..
the next day i checked out my girl and the sand had gotten in the way had actually cut me and man did it hurt to walk because of it. moral to the story, dont fuck on the beach when drunk, and dont go slutty after a breakup!
As a kid, I loved to call a taxi or order a pizza and tell them the address of one of my neighbours or of someone I don't like.
I only care about myself and i dont feel thats wrong. I dont give a flying shit if other peoples lives are crap cause i know they dont care about me either. Plus i ve got severe family issues unlike my friends, they produce drama like a bunny produces babies
I am male, 27 and I hate it that every friend of mine is getting married, are having children, buying their own houses. I never had a girlfriend in my whole life. I just don't wanna grow up and have babies. That's just not me. But no one understand. They are all talking and saying I should get a girlfriend.
I am scared, I am just not the right person for a relationship.
I confess that I am too scared to get into a relationship.
I used to have a dream, I used to know what I wanted from life, it was everything I could ask.
Of course i never could reach it and I know I never will. So here I am, almost six years after realizing that, still weeping about it.
I thought that after fully understanding how impossible it is I would've given up, but I can't. I don't have anything else to strive for, every day is meaningless and I see nothing worth living for in my future.
I hate my job, I can't even run away from suicidal thoughts anymore. I was told I'd stop caring eventually, I'd accept my situation and the pain will be numb.
Why isn't it happening?
I am too weak to face a life where I'm not what I wanted to be, and I know this is just me being childish and unreasonable.
I believed in that dream, I based the whole vision of my life on that, now I'm empty.
I just wished I could simply die from an unavoidable cause, or give up completely on that stupid impossible dream and accept a meaningless life. But I can't.
I don't have the strength to give up or kill myself and I hate my weak self, I hate myself more than anything else in this world. But I can't change, I couldn't in these years and it's already too late to accomplish anything.
Why can't I be normal and be fine with a random job? Why do I have to ask myself the reason I'm living for constantly and never find a convincing answer?
I wished I didn't waste my life following a chimera, now I'm left with nothing to rebuild myself on. No titles, no papers for my studies and I can't do nothing well enough to make a living out of it. I'm not even suited for my current job and I fear I'm gonna lose it soon.
The more i go ahead in life the scarier it gets, I don't want to live another five years like this, let alone sixty or more. Yet there is no other way and I know it, so why is it that I keep suffering like this?
I guess I just had to be born an idiot, I'm not meant to live. I am not strong enough to make it in society and this is the natural selection telling me I'm broken, thus I am to be discarded.
This whole vent never got anywhere, and I guess it might irritate some people, so I'll stop it here. I wonder when was it that I took a stray path, maybe it was when I started to dream in the first place.
Or more probably I was wrong from the start. The early adulthood should be the prime of one's life, I've been wanting to die since I was twelve and my prime time is almost over. I guess I was supposed to start enjoying life somewhere along the line but I only did for a bit less than a year. Other that that it was just a free fall into darkness.
I'd like to say I'm at my limit but I know myself better than that. My limit is still far away and so is the ending of my suffering.
Life isn’t fair. I ate right & exercised. No drugs or drink. Been sick much of my life.
I know fat smokers who eat endless fried foods; get drunk; smoke; did a lot of drugs, & won’t even wear a mask for Covid. Yet are healthier than me.
My wife had trouble getting pregnant so she(we) adopt a child. A half cast girl borne with heroin addiction.
She was a handful at first but did came along nicely. She went kindergarten, now in elementary. One day I got a call from school if I could pick her up (it was mom's day to do so). I did and we came home and she was gone.
I am stuck with a nine year old girl. All kinds of thought run through my head 24/7.
I have fallen in love with my ex partners friend. Myself and my ex broke up a short while ago and before we broke up I had a fling with her friend and now I can’t stop thinking about her. She is in a long term relationship and I am willing it to end, although I know it’s a bad idea and would never work. She’s an amazing yet terrible person!!!!
I confess that I don't like my children as much as I should. I just can't be interested in the stuff they make or in the things they love.
I have a 15 years old son and a 11 years old daughter.
I always question their behaviour and the things they like, I don't get most of it.
Sometimes (and please don't hate me) I just think how stupid they are and I wish I don't have children.
Meth is like a song to me. Like a song you hear on the radio once in awhile but you turn the volume up when it plays. I haven’t done it in awhile, but I’m having cravings for meth and coke. I’m 15 and my friends know about me smoking weed, but they don’t know that I’d do anything to snort a line right now.
I threw up (out of my window) directly on a parking car. Yeah, I was pretty drunk and I ate pretty disgusting stuff before I got sick. I stunk like hell. Fortunately, the car was gone the next day...
I just watched a movie about a guy with schizophrenia and I guess I can kind of relate to how he's feeling. I don't know if I am hypochondriac about it or what but I guess I have my own kind of schizophrenia....
I'm 15 f and recently my family and I travelled to see some old friends. They have a son my age, let's call him R. It'd been a year since I had last seen him and since then he'd grown and was now taller than me. He wasn't particularly attractive but I was bored and horny. I had been flirting with him all day and we just confessed to each other that we both enjoy smoking pot and drinking. He asked me to sneak out tonight and meet him as he had several drinks. I agreed. He snuck into my room and we started drinking. I'm a lightweight and an incredibly affectionate drunk. Soon I was cuddling him, touching his hair. I made any excuse to be near his crouch so I could feel his hard on. It was nearing 5am in the morning and we were incredibly wasted. We decided to jump into my bed for a cuddle. At this point I turn to him and ask if he's ever kissed a girl. He replies with a no and I say would he like to. We start passionately making out and his hands roam all over me. Soon my shirt is off and he's pulled my pants down and he's eating me out and fingering me. It was an amazing experience and I don't feel guilty at all. We're just two teens messing around
I keep having wet dreams over my girlfriends sister. I saw her in her silk lingerie at her house one night and I can't stop myself I've never had anyone make me do this before.
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