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Because I had a cold the last few days I didn't shower. But I had to drive my kids to school nevertheless and I had still some tasks to do. So I took my youngest boy (5 months old) and drove off to buy food. The only thing I could think of while in the store was a hot shower and I decided to drive home quickly to get one.
I bought all the stuff we needed and drove home. In the car on my way home I was sure I forgot something but I just couldn't find out what it was. At home, I immediately hopped under the shower and then I remembered!
I left my little son at the supermarket!!
I got back to the store and indeed, I left my son in his maxi cosi at the cash desk....
I know it's no excuse but I was very sick and I haven't slept for a few days. I can't tell you how sorry I am and this will not every happen again...
I want to confess that I am a terrible mother.
#mother #bad #terrible #cold #sick #shower #kids #forget #son #supermarket #store #confession #sin #despair
I'm a guy who admits to be turned on by being submissive to girls. I recently can't seem to get over the thought of being completely dominated by a girl by being told to have sex with her, without a condom while knowing in advance that she has an std. Or by being told to have sex with a girl and it's guaranteed to trick her into getting pregnant. Not sure why but I think of it all the time.
I'm a compulsive liar. I lie about basically everything to everyone. I once told my boyfriend (now husband) and co workers that my good friend had died to get out of working for 4hours. When I was in high school I faked having two additional siblings until I graduated. I used to cheat on everyone I dated (husband included, once we got serious I stopped) and lie to everyone I saw telling them they're the only one I'm seeing, the only person I've had sex with ECT. I still haven't stopped lying to co-workers about trivial things but I am fully honest with my husband. I think I've made at least a little progress.
I’ve been a part time prostitute in Rotherham I’m 67 year old I feel bad now at my age.
#ive #been #a #part #time #prostitute #for #last #4years #im #70
I am a 38 yo housewife.
I am having an affair with my cousin's husband.
It's 4 years now.
I've had sex with him in my home many times while my husband worked.
I cannot stop.
God forgive me please!
When I was 15 I went to an all boys boarding school, witch I thought it was more of a prison than a school. I was always being harassed by older boys just for the fun of it. They always hung out in bunches targeting younger boys to play jokes on. I wasn't the only boy they harassed, there were two other boys that went through the same thing. I never liked playing basketball because the showers were to far away from the main school building. Used to wait till everyone finished showering to take mine. It was also close to the cyclone fence that went around the school, where they used to chit chat with girls from the nearby school through the fence every day. One day they caught me alone in the shower with my towel rapt around my waist, dragged me out and strap me to the fence. They stood there waiting to hear the girls approaching, ripped my towel off and left me stark naked to get caught as girls went by. I had never felt so horrified about having girls gathering in front me, giggling and asking if I was going to get a hard on for them. All they did was have a good look, stick their fingers through the fences to wiggle my dick and watch it grow. My face was burning with shame, my dick was hard as flag pole and I wasn't going anywhere till some untied me. So humiliated I was totally at a loss of word, while they had a party checking me out from head toe. I guess they all sexually got off on it and it was them that managed to untie me and letting off the hook. I had never ran back into a shower as fast as I did and stayed there till they all left. What made me mad was that those bastards go away with it because I was to embarrassed to report it. I guess I wasn't the first or the last boy that got stripped in front of girls, but sure I'll remember it for years to come.
i don't want to meet gordon ramsay, he is so rude and agro and swears all the time, the cops would arrest him for swearing alone. but nothing would please him. he aint coming to my place, i couldn't help him any. if he came to my parents house lucky we are not cooks or restaurant owners. I am embarrassed for you.
Dear God. I swore I’d never harm anyone unless forced. I’ve lived up to that.
I swore I’d never kill unless forced.
I am a kind man with no malice towards any of your children on this earth.
But I also swore to my grandfather I’d protect my wife and children to the death. He lived thru WWII and told me all the horrors. I’ve tried my best to spread love and kindness.
I’ve also tried to get people to look out for my nations safety.
But society is losing it as I predicted. I’m on the side of the left. But only the peace and love. None of the violence.
Now the right has taken my capital. Mostly just selfies. But a few loons.
Now the cops are going bat crap crazy. Shooting kids. Killing kids. Driving over people. I can no longer trust the people in power with their power.
So I put my guns away long ago. I only kept them locked up; disassembled, and clean for a end of society type situation. I never expected to be in one. But I was correct. It would be triggered by a virus or nuke.
I just assumed it would happen long after my death.
So I’ve cleaned my guns. Practiced assembly. I’ve put them back up. I will probably have to go buy extra ammo.
Aahhh. Why can’t people behave? All we have to do is be patient.
Wear a dang mask. A face shield. 6 feet. Sanitize. It’s not hard.
I’ll grant you having like $1 to my name, and a pile of debt is near breaking me. But I’m still being kind.
Please God. Calm these people. I can hit a target 300 yards away. I don’t want that target to be a person.
I don’t understand why love is so hard. It’s just as easy to smile and love someone as to hurt someone.
We can make it thru this together. We have the vaccines coming. Patience. An asteroid didn’t strike the planet. If we all are forced to goto war; it’s only because people are stupid. I never envisioned this. Well; actually I did. That’s why I hate but own guns. The paradox. Great marksman. Full of love. Hates guns. Has disassembled guns. Vegan. Liberal.
Has the ability to be something you never want to face. Prays no one ever chooses to force me.
I thought we had it solved. There’s your vaccine. Patience. People getting nuts.
Oh well I’m not in panic mode. I’m just preparing in case these loons cause a Civil War.
I’ll be on the side of God.
There will be an angel of death watching over 4 of Gods little children. Any who come for them will face me on the battlefield. I’m very good.
Well. I’m half way ready. I’ll get all the way ready. Then I’m going back to watching comedies. So everyone behave. Don’t make me put down the remote.
This isn’t the end of the world people. It’s just a very stressful situation. We can survive it if we keep loving each other.
Turn off your hate. Trump had a bad situation. The economy was great. He ducked at health care. I was going to put in Sanders for health care & free college if possible.
Then this hit. Think about it. Trump had to mobilize an epic sized response with everything we needed in China. He had to prepare for war in case this was an attack. He had to keep some states open to grow food and make stuff. Big cities had to close. He had to deal with peaceful protestors (my side). Violent protestors from the left and right.
He unraveled at the end. The stress got to him. But he was in a war. With a virus. Maybe with super powers.
You do realize that may have been a test. How would we respond. Where are our weaknesses. What if a second wave hit us right now? A more deadlier strain.
We pray for peace but stay prepared and vigilant for war.
It’s an odd balance. Please forgive and love each other.
Well. Back to the Simpson's for me.
In 3 years of relationship I cheated on my girlfriend 7 times. She didn't know anything about it but now she left me for another men.
Please God, forgive me and her for our sins.
#sins #god #forgive #relationship #cheating
I was 25. It was my birthday. I'd been seeing my boyfriend for about a year. I didn't start out intending to have sex, but I must admit that I had thought about it. I had wanted him for a while, but I was raised to wait for marriage. Still, on this particular day my desire for him was especially strong.
My boyfriend said he had a very special birthday present for me, so we went to his house. There he carried out a well executed seduction. I was more than a bit reluctant, but I was in love with him, so eventually his gentle persistence won me over. He was kind, sweet, romantic, gentle, and persistent and respectful of my feelings and eventually my resistance fell away. I couldn't resist anymore.
He had mentioned to me a few times that he had an urge to make love to me, but that he respected my feelings enough not to pursue it. I had felt the urge too, but I had always managed not to succumb to it. Somehow, this day felt different, though I didn't realize why.
He started to make small, subtle advances and I barely noticed. Or maybe I didn't want to notice. The wet kisses passed unnoticed. He mentioned again that he had been thinking a lot about making love to me lately. Gradually, the advances got more direct and forward.
Somewhere along the line, I started to say no and it came out OK. That's when I knew it was time. I was surprised, but I knew I was ready, due to his persistence. So I gave in. I was scared, nervous, uncomfortable, but exhilarated, happy, excited, and curious. I actually found myself looking forward to it. I was overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure and the romantic moment.
I sent him out of the room, then I stripped my way up the stairs, leaving a boot at the foot of the stairs, another boot a couple of steps up, my dress a couple of steps after that, my pantyhose a step up from there, my bra at the top of the stairs, and my panties hanging on the doorknob of the bedroom.
I waited completely naked on the bed, wrapped in a sheet. He quickly stripped down to his undies and climbed on the bed next to me. I was tingling. After a little foreplay, I took his underpants off. Then we curled up and gave each other oral simultaneously. We did that for about half an hour.
Then I rolled over on my back and he went inside. We had intercourse for quite a long time. He was very good, and he told me he enjoyed it too. I had two or three orgasms and he came too. It was excellent! He was very good! It was passionate and romantic, about as good as a girl's first time can be.
Afterwards, I felt a mix of emotions: sadness, exhilaration, excitement, disappointment, deep romance, nervousness, peace, a bit of regret, but also happiness, satisfaction, and a myriad of other feelings. It was all something of a jumble.
It was a wonderful first experience, very romantic and tender. He was patient and he was very good. I felt like part of me had just died, but I also felt like I had staarted an exciting new adventure, one I would enjoy many times afterwards. What a great birthday present!
My sister has a good friend, lets call her Lynn. I have always wanted to be friends (sometimes more) with Lynn but I am not good at initiating social interaction so I was stuck were I was, seeing her occasionally when my sister brought her over. She always makes me smile and laugh and I admire her determination. Now Lynn is driving most of her friends away (according to my sister) including my sister, which means two things.
1. I won't get to see her as often/ almost never.
2. I have always wanted to be a mediator in conflicts and to help and comfort people in hard times. I want to help Lynn and comfort her and just be supportive especially because I feel a connection to her and want to be her friend, but I don't know how to become her friend because of such a lack of contact (also she is pushing away friends so I doubt she wants new ones). I feel like this is my chance to become friends with her and help her as a person but I just lack to means. By that I mean partially my lack of social skills but also Lynn dislikes my sister now and my sister is forcing herself on her, and I have no way to contact her other than via my sister which makes me feel awkward. I can't just be like 'Hey, you know that friend that hates you now. Ya, can I have their number."
My bf made me into a complete pig.. when we first started dating I was in amazing shape I had toned abs and everything. But my bf started to fatten me up, he would feed me all day long. Over quarantine I gained 220 pounds, I’m now 316 at 5’’4. I laze around all day now. Even sitting up is difficult, don’t know what to do anymore so I just eat more
My daughter is 5 years old and she gets a lot of compliments for her beautiful long lashes. I was really tired of hearing those flatteries... I cut them off about 15 minutes ago while she was sleeping.
She has to learn that nothing can be taken for granted.
Hi, my name is Charlie and im 17. Last week, i was housesitting with my girlfriend for her mother. I knew her mum wouldnt be back for about 2 weeks and only me and Vanessa where in the house so i walked around Naked, like i would in my apartment. Vanessa left to do some shopping, and getting munchies and films for our night in. She locked the door to keep people wandering in on my nudity. I decided to start cleaning the house as a surprise for Vanessa when she returned. And i knew no body without a key could get in and see me and my manliness in all our glory. Little did i know that her neighbour, Annie, a middle aged woman was instucted by Vanessas mum mother to come and check in on her daughter every so often with the spare key. She entered but didnt say a word. She krept in so slowly and stealthily, she could of robbed us and i would never have knew. I was doing some cleaning up as i said and i picked up a lacy pair of black panties, i held up close to my eyes to see if they were clean or not. However, stealthy Annie saw it a different way.
"What the heck do you think you are doing, you little Panty sniffer, i come to check how my friends daughter was doing and i walk in on her boyfriend sniffing her panties, what is it? Do you like the feeling of them? Do you want to wear them? Oh, your member likes the sound of that, look at it, sticking in the air, hard as rock! You want to wear them!" However i really didnt, i was just so aroused of a sexy middle aged women walking in on me why i was so naked. But i still felt intimidated by her. Her eyes meant buisness, she looked dominant, and definately wasnt afraid of an old teen, no matter how muscular i was! She snatched them out my hands. And she shoved them in my face, pushing me back against, the sofa, i tried fighting back, but she was strong and dominant! She thrown me down, my feet sticking in the air, whaling around everywhere, i was so aroused. If only Vanessa was like this. But no way was i about to put on this panty, without a fight. I kicked her in the head, but it was no use, she pinned me down, and started pulling the g-string up my legs, and before long, i was stood in the living room wearing only my gfs mums panty. I was so embarressed. But totally aroused.
"Oh you like the feeling of womens clothes, well before tonight, you will have to get used to it anyway." What did she mean? I looked at her confused, she jumped on me, pinning me down, she pulled out some rope from no where. Why did she think to bring it? She couldnt of known this would be happening! She tied my hands to the radiator. "Right im going shopping, so dont go anywhere, Phh like you can" She left, i waited for what seemed like hours until she returned.
"Im not wearing that, or them, and especially that!"
This was my reaction when she pulled a corset, stockings, and a bra from her bag when she returned!
"Right,"She said "I have been out, bought all this with your credit card, used up my time, to buy you this sexy things, and you reject, them well your tied up so you dont have a choice!And you need to learn your lesson for sniffing panties, you little pervert!" "I didnt sniff the panties, you bitch" I yelled back agressively. "Oh you shouldnt of done that, now im definately showing Vanessas mum the pictures!" What pictures? "Now, i will release you but if you so what kick, or run trust me, the picture of you in the panties, tied up, aroused, and you will never live this down no put on your lingerie!" I was scared, petrified infact, i got up after she untied me, and i stood their! "Well? Give me the lingerie, i cant belive your making me do this!" She through the skanky lingerie at me. At first i stuggled putting on the bra so Annie helped me, and then she put on the corset, pulling them so tight, im sure my rib cage was going to colapse! Then she pulled down my panties and took the off me, throwing them in the hamper. Next was the girdle, and at first it was uncomfortable, but then it got comfier. Then annie started rolling the fishnet stockings up my hairy legs. She pulled out two massive breast forms, and squeezed them into my bra. To my horror, she then pulled out a thong. I shivered at the though of wearing it. "Im not wearing it," I said. She turned around " Oh really, but all the glue on the rest of your lingerie will have set by now so you will look silling without the thong. Glue? Set? I was horrified and attempted ripping off the lingerie, But it was stuck. It was useless but i might as well put on the thong to hide my growing penis. No use, even wearing it, it didn't do so well contained my massive dick. And i tried moving it but i winched in pain as it pulled on my many pubic hairs. The glue had set. I looked in the mirror to see, an obivous man, in slutty lingerie, i looked rediculous. I looked like a drag queen. I was looking at myself when my sight was quickly blocked by a pair of 6 inch high heeled thigh high boots. It was obvious i had to put them on, which i did, and the glue quickly set. I walked around the house, hearing the heels click, it was horrifying, I was a man, forced to wear drag,, stuggling to walked in 6 inch heeled thigh high boots. i was soo humiliated, I just stood their, in the kitchen, horrified, and the next minute, i felt something hard hit my head, and i was out cold, I awoke about an hour later to Annie, looking down at me. laughing taking millions of photos. She then shown me one, She had done my make up and it was so stupid, My lips, bright red, they looked massive and plump, my eyelishes 2 inches long, my eyebrows looked like slugs and my face was so draggy! Then above my head was a gigantic wig, that towered 2 feet above my head. And below, was a tight, tight dress that crushed my body. I looked in the mirror, and i was horrified, Normally in feminization stories the man looks into the mirror to see a women staring back, but no, for me when i looked in the mirror i saw a man in bad drag looking back. I was humiliated. The door slammed, and Annie was gone! What would she do with the pictures, would she show Vanessa? Too Late!
"Charlie, what are you wearing, are you wearing drag! I tried to rip it off but it was no use. She told me she liked it, and that she was alright with it, even though i told her i didnt like it , she denied me. The next day she used glue remover to remove eveything but couldn'nt get the boots off. We tried everything. But it was no use! I had to wear the boots for weeks even after her mum got back, Over these weeks i told her "I hate drag, im disgusted my the queers who do it, its discustin" I werent really, i support gays but i had to show her i hated it. She wasnt having it! How was i supposed to know she had a friend drag act! She got him to come over, and they both forced me to wear drag and since then i have been forced to wear drag in the privacy of mine and vanessas house, whilst she held the pictures Annie gave her and as payback for all the time i made her wear, skimpy clothing. I protested alot but it was no use. I got used to it no matter how much i hated it, To the outisde world i was a normal man, in our house, i was an drag queen who looked nothing like a girl. Out side i would wear lingerie under my clothing, and inside i would spend my time with Vanessa and Ryan ( the drag act friend) getting my nails done and walking around in 6 inch heels and short dresses. I didnt like it but i did it to protect the pictures getting out. And even now while i right this, im wearing a short leopard print dress, with thigh high 6 inch heeled boots and a bit blonde wig. Me, my wife and ryan are watching a kinky movie. Then vanessa starts jacking me off, i didnt even realise i had a boner! Then she tapes it back under my legs. Beyond my front door my drag life has never ended, and when me and vanessa got married privatley guess who was wearing the dress!
I don’t like preachers. They spread racism; classism, and homophobia. They teach members to push gay children out of families. Yet these fat divorced preachers run around looking at porn and hitting on other people’s wives. I used to work with one. I took great pleasure into proving to people he was misquoting the Bible and a sinner. Oh I know I’m a sinner too.
These slime set back and allow disabled children to be pushed out of their Church “if” the parents aren’t rich. They take nice vacations posed as humanitarian missions. They gave away your money to help. That’s fine. Staying for a fancy weeks vacation is not.
I really love listening to them pressure old people. Give us your stuff. Don’t give it to your children.
Oh I’m sure there are good preachers; but you don’t need a gas bag to reach Heaven; accept the Spirit; read the Bible, and be good.
If you find yourself thinking it’s ok to deny a gay person the right to buy a cake in a store, then your not serving God. Sure it’s a sin, but so is judging others. So is divorce. So is over eating. So is gossiping. If everyone who sins went to heck, Heaven would be a very empty place.
I’m not Jesus; but a lot more of you would make it to Heaven listening to me than most preachers, and even I wouldn’t listen to me.
If you must hurt someone else to serve God then your not serving God. In America it was push away the Irish. Then push away the blacks. Today it’s take a crap on the gays. Even our highest court does it. Christians can refuse to serve gays. It was once legal to refuse to serve blacks. To refuse to serve Irish. To refuse to serve Native Americans.
I myself am not gay. But I’ve tried to save children. It’s a terrible thing to try to talk a child out of suicide because a piece of shit preacher tells the parents they must force a gay child to be straight or that child will goto heck. That shit preacher cheats on his wife; steals from the Church; looks at porn; and hits on other people’s wives; but let’s push a child to suicide rather than accept the child being gay.
I say fuck those preachers. They can kiss my ass. They don’t speak for God. I say let’s love those little children.
If anyone doesn’t like what I say I don’t care. Who can shut me up? Oh I’ve had people try. No ones done it yet.
So fly your rainbow flags little ones. Love yourselves.
I had a preacher tell me I hurt gay people by defending them. They should suffer for their sins so they will sin no more. I told him your fat; ugly; smell bad; divorced; and judgmental, hope your ready for heck. He got very upset. I said I’m just trying to save your soul, God sent you a good man to show you your wicked ways. Repent and sin no more. Funny he didn’t like that. Basically ran from me and never wanted to speak to me again. The truth hurts I guess.
See I can talk about my crap because I own it. I don’t hide behind the Bible and use my faith to attack others.
#faith #bible #religion #jesus #god #homosexuality #disability #hope #preacher #forgiveness
Yes, i have waited long enough to confess what i have done in the past, i feel like just can't stomach it anymore. The sins, the misdeeds and wrong doings that i have committed can not be expressed in words......
I have done those horrible and terrifying things for all the wrong reasons. From voyeurism,eroticism,frotteurism, stalking,self indulgence, excessive masturbation, child abuse, abusing myself,destroying my career, being a sadistic faggot, greatest sinner,being an asshole of the grandest kind, an unemployed jerk to not being a dependable son, brother or lover.....you name it and i write it.................
I feel like if could commit suicide by consuming poison or jumping off a 10 storied building or laying on a railway track or just setting myself on fire, or reporting my horrible pathetic crimes to the nearest police station or just cutting my body parts(hands, fingers, piercing my eyes and or cutting my legs)........ i have thought about everything.... i want to be punished for what i have done.. but i couldn't ...cause no matter how hard i try to punish myself i think of my godlike brother and mother and my family... i am really lucky to have a family like this. I guess they need not bear the burnt for the the sins that i have committed. But i needed to confess my dangerous and horrible sins to somebody and somewhere... had i decided to go ahead and confess my countless sins in public then my brother and mother would be hurt, they will be insulted and will no longer be able to go out in public, what i have done is what i will suffer from, they don't even know about all these things and they need not know cause they are very good, honest, godlike, understanding,caring and responsible persons....and i don't have any right to ruin their image and hurt them.... i am still suffering and maybe i will suffer for the rest of life for what i have done...i have been suffering for the last 10 years, i don't have any friends left, i am unemployed for the past 6 years, my girlfriend left me because i was a complete jerk to her, i really loved her, but now she is gone. I wish i could die or just end my life, i just don't want to experience pain anymore.... i am sick and tired of being afraid and miserable....i am isolated.. nobody misses me or wants me or loves me except for my parents and brothers.. i really thank god for giving me such wonderful brothers and parents....but i think i don't deserve them. I just want be good, responsible,dependable,caring, loving,honest.... i just wanna stop lying to myself and the world.... i just want to perform my responsibilities towards my family and the society... i just want another chance with my girlfriend and make everything alright... cause i still love her very much and want her back in my life..... i wish i could personally apologize to all the men and women whom i have hurt and mistreated and committed sins to... but they are not around... oh almighty lord, god...hey BABA LOKENATH please forgive me of all my sins and give me one last chance to rectify myself,to purify my soul, to love and like again, give me another chance to make my parents happy,make them smile and go all those worries about me go away and make them believe in me and make me a dependable son of them and a dependable brother.....please please please forgive me for what i have done... to all those whom i have committed terrible sins to....i unconditionally, on my my knees apologize to you all and beg for your forgiveness....please forgive me..............
Memorial Day. I prayed for a relative I lost. Then I grilled. Showed my kids. Bought cheap meats & seasoning. Showed them how to do it. Used 1/4 bag of charcoal to cook 4 packs hot dogs; about 40 burgers, and 40 pieces chicken. Plus corn. Everyone said best ever ate. Better than steak. It’s the seasoning & technique.
Sorry war took you. I loved you. But I’m the kind man you wanted me to be.
I sent the best I cooked to some people the world forgets, and to people who dislike me. Forgiveness. Tolerance. Love.
War is an unpleasant necessity. Love is better if you can.
Not to long ago I was in a relationship with a guys who would force me to do things that I didn’t want to do but made me think i did. He would trick me into saying yes but not taking it to far, since we are both 12 and shouldn’t be having sex. He took advantage of me and only a few people know. It took me so long to figure out that I should not be with him and even my friends said it was a bad idea but I was so in love and I was so wrong
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