No subscription or hidden extras
Read the best #ill confession stories
I'm cheating/lying to/on my GF. No one except really close friends even know we're dating, but I wish we were still just best friends like we were in the past. She confessed her attraction and love for me over skype one day. At the time she was at an extreme low point in her life, and she put me on the spot. I could only think about what she'd do if I didn't accept her confession, she would kill herself. I knew it. I felt it. So I told her that I was feeling the same way, with intentions to eventually break up with her. Now I'm here. I'm not even really all that sure I'm bi. Do I like lesbian porn, yes. But who doesn't?! I still think dicks are awesome and I'd much rather ride some guys dick than finger another girls pussy. It's just not for me. On top of all of that, I was flirting behind her back. I'm a freshman in high school and she's an eighth grader in middle school. I feel so guilty. I know it was wrong, I even have a male date to homecoming. But I'm not gonna go cause it's just too wrong feeling for me. I can't keep this up! I know I have to break up with her eventually but she's so unstable. I could really ruin her for good. She loves me and I don't love her. I still see her as JUST my best friend. I'm an awful human being for leading both her and the guy on. I should just kill myself for doing this. I deserve to die.
I am a 52 year old married mother of two, and I let my 76 year old father in law have sex with me while we were on a family vacation. It was actually some of the best sex I have had in a long time.
I'm a 21 year old gay male. Decent looking.
Anyway this starts all the way back in elementary school, I always felt different. I was the odd kid out and often picked on but if you were to look at me there would be no obvious reason. I was clean, looked normal but I was always off, this is when the horrible pattern started. I had met this kid, let's call him Cody, anyway we hit it off at first when school started because he was the new kid and I was a loner and we bonded over just running around at recess because neither of us liked sports (or ever were invited to play) and the swing set. As the year went on I thought everything was fine and normal, his mom even started volunteering at the school to serve snacks for the students which had given me a chance to meet his mom which I thought was great until i got pulled into the office one day. I was told that I was being suspended for harassing another student, it turns out Jake was deeply afraid of me and my vivid imagination, so afraid that he had pretended to be my friend so he wouldn't get hurt. His mom volunteered at the school to even keep an eye on me so she can see for herself what was going on. That's when I really knew something was wrong with me and what sickens me is that this exact same pattern of me finding one person and developing a dangerous fixation on them, my intent is never to harm them but I do... never physically but I'm so insecure in everything about myself. I need to pick a fight with them just to know that they care enough to argue back. I make up a sad story or suicide attempt to see how much they love me. I constantly push these boundaries to test how much they will take and if they will hurl me out of their lives too. This pattern has slowed down but not in a healthy way, ive now turned to opiates to give me that feeling of euphoria I would get when someone would say something nice to me or give me a hug. I'm up to about 160-200 mg of oxycodone use a day which I guess is enough to kill someone without a tollerance and everyday I wish I wouldn't wake up from my nod. When this isn't enough I turn to casual sex on grindr just so I can still feel sexy and desired, I never use condoms because I hope I get HIV, that'll kill me in a few years if I don't treat it hopefully. Oh I should also mention that the only person that ever loved me unconditionally no matter how bad I got died of cancer when I was 19, the same time my "fiancé" left me. He was actually pretty good at dealing with my crazy, he knew how to work around it but after losing my mom I got really bad. Wanna know what's funny? I have a high paying job! I'm really smart and manipulative so I was able to cheat a resume and land a 30$ an hour job, I just pretended I knew what was going on lol I've even bought a car recently. I have this random peaks of energy and sanity I think where I set a goal and then I work hard to acheieve it, all while hiding a drug addiction. This isn't easy to do but any addict can tell you that they'll figure something out to push them through the day. As you can see this is so haphazardly written because this is how my brain works, I'm never on a single path and do you want to know the sickest thing that torments me the most in my life? I love. I love so hard. I love everyone and everything. All I want to do is love each and every person on this earth and i know that I have enough compassion in my heart to go around to each one of you but with my deadly desire to be desired like that in return all I do is hurt anyone who crosses my path. I've stopped now. I even got on methadone to start saving up a chunk of money for my family and entered the methadone clinic who dose me every morning before work, then I go to my office, milk the fuck out of the clock, go home, pop some xanax or whatever drug I can get my hands on because I have stockpiled fake pee for the UA's and pass the fuck out. On my days off it's just a blur of some type of intoxication. The beauty of this is, I'm no longer harming anyone, I tell my family I'm just dedicated to my career and they believe me because they see the new diesel (used 2011) Ford Dually I bought. I'm not in emotional pain for the lack of not having human interactions. My account is growing slowly but since I don't pay rent I can put almost half my monthly income into savings. I've written a list of the names of all the people I've hurt and for each name is a letter telling them everything that's beautiful about them. In 6 more months (if my body can hold up to my downers at night and daytime stimulants) I'll leave on a positive note with my dads debt paid off and my brother a newer truck which he should be able to make the payments on with the way I got the loan set up. Fuck you guys I'm so sorry I've failed you all. I was supposed to be the one to take every tear and change it for you... there has never been a time when my compassion didn't bring joy to someone's face, in fact that's the only thing that's kept me here this long. Kill me if you want and can find out who posted this, it would help. Today is January 7th.. late July and the toxic creature that has infected our existence as a species will enter the void of nothingness. Damnit, I was supposed to be something so beneficial. Anyway, bye babes. You have my love - mine is not to reason why, yours is not to make reply for I am to do and die.
#insanity #death #suicide #fear #addiction #abandonment #loss
Hey I'm 12 (female)and I tried to kill myself by Drinking Bleach... Why u ask well I had to poop so I did. I didn't realize that there wasn't any toilet paper. I was solo mad and I asked my Brothers and sister to go see if there was anymore in the other bathroom. NOPE THERE WASN'T. so the told me to use a fricking SOCK (a white sock) I said no. So sat there for a while then BOOM my siblings busted the Door open and watched me yell and scream at them. So I looked on the counter and seen some bleach I opened the top . Then I thought to myself I could go to hell if I killed myself . so I closed the top. And wiped my ass. And eventually use the sock. AND THAT WAS I THINK WHEN I WAS LIKE 5 OR 6 and my family won't EVER LIVE IT DOWN YEARSSS LATER
Ever since the first vacation we took with my husbands parents I have been having sex with my father in law. He takes it as an opportunity to get me alone and he treats me like his little slut. This started 19 years ago.
i used to like acting slutty for one of my ex bf, he used to tell me to dress slutty or sometimes at night when everyone was sleeping at my place we would have phone on the sex and would order me to go to the lounge room naked and masturbated. i would be doggy style rubbing and fingering myself, my ass facing the door. he loved it when i orgasm and moaned loud, which i did cause it excited me because of the thrill of getting caught or watched without knowing from my parents or brothers. i was so bad and slutty but i loved it. i missed these times.
#phonesex #ex #thrill #masturbation
My dog is dying and I think I am going to end his suffering. He is an old but very good boy and his body is full with cancer. I just can not see him like this. He does not eat much. He does not drink much. I informed myself about the most humane way to put him to sleep. I bought special kind of sleeping pills. And I am going to put that into his water or his food (I am not sure about this one yet) tonight.
I am devastated but I think it is for the best.
"He's jealous." The three members of Silverchair met in primary school. They don't talk anymore. nor do filipinos to them as well.
My husband and I were in bed talking about our pasts. He told me all his girl friends and his first wife had cheated on him. He told me everything, I listened, asked about what they did and how he felt. I noticed how his breathing increased. I hugged him to feel better. I noticed he was hard, like really hard. I touched him, wrapping my fingers around him. I looked deep into his eyes and suddenly I realized something important and asked, “Do you want me to be like them and cheat too?” -FHwife
#cuckold #cheating #willing #confession #lust #temptation #discovery #hotpast #girlfriends
Damn, I simply cannot get over my ex... and we were only together for like 6 months and that was 2 years ago...
He just got into my head and I cannot forget about him... He is an arrogant bastard with a small dick but a big inflated ego but despite that... I compare every man I have been with since with him... I still love him.
K., you are a pitiful human being, but I am still in love with you.
I do pain pills everyday.
Been doing it for years
never been to jail
never had it destroy my life
never lost a job over it
or a boyfriend
or a friend
I don't want to quit I don't want to get better>
I just wanna have a damn good time :)
I don't think there's anything wrong with that
I'm really ready to go out n get into sum serious trouble with some one, and too bad for me if I die cuz I agreed to this , but I hope I survive!
I accidentally got my high school girlfriend pregnant.
She was 15 and I was 16. We were both into the drug culture of our high school and were very commonly having unprotected sex.
I have been an uncle since the age of 3 and have had a job since I was 14. I wasn't affraid of having a child. My mother was angry, but supportive. At 16, I was ready to become a dad.
The day had come when my girlfriend would have our baby girl. I was very excited. Her parents and the rest of family blocked me from the hospital. I was told our child didn't make it.
Jump ahead 35 years and I find out through an anonymous letter. My daughter is a live and well. She is living on Long Island. She thinks I am the one that is dead.
Now I have now decide whether to tell her I am alive or make believe she doesn't exist.
Sometimes I have the urge to suddenly beat the shit out of same random person. The pleasure of them begging me to stop and crying while looking at me in the eye slowly dying as I'm laughing. Please, please stop, your hurting me. I can only imagine. But, I like my freedom. I'll let the next guy do it for me.
I used to be the typical campus drug dealer for 8 years straight , the guy at university everybody knows to find to score weed and other things. I did it to pay for my studies and to save up a little and after I graduated, I rented an apartment and kept on dealing. Man.... I still miss that life.... I was hugely popular and everyday was like a party. I began at 19 years old and stopped at 27 because I got tired of "that world" and I also made two female friends a sub-dealer. They were 13 and 14 with a lot of other female friends who liked to smoke weed so it was a lucrative business. I called them Renato's angels. I learned them the tricks of the trade and they had respect everywhere and nobody messed with them as they could always rely on some friends who were my henchmen. My flat was always filled with girls who were insanely pretty and always high and yes I had sex with them too which was extremely illegal. Crazy drug fueled orgies with themes: a Roman theme night, a vampire theme night. I was the Hugh Hefner on dope. We never got busted and I even made them earn a lot of money which they saved up to go to dancing school. I'm still friends with them and now I'm 38, a successful financial trader, still smoking weed, from time to time coke to stay sharp when trading is hard, growing weed but quit the molly, speed and LSD. They still have their nicknames to the horror of their boyfriends and when they are single, we are still friends with benefits as my job doesn't allow for a real relationship which sometimes sucks.
Me and my family was trying to have lunch at McDonald's until a man wearing a straw hat, overalls, and bare feet went inside McDonald's and he was holding a Banjo too and as McDonald's Employees tried to let the man know about the Dress Code Policy, he stands on top of the counter playing his banjo and singing Old MacDonald to the annoyance of everybody inside the restaurant. Then after he started shouting EIEIO the Employees began yelling at him to stop and to leave the restaurant and then the Hillbilly Farted right in the McDonald's Worker's Face and then he makes a dash towards the restroom and yes he went inside the restroom barefoot, now that is just nasty walking barefoot inside of a public restroom in a place where people eat, that just nearly made me lose my lunch.
Then about 20 minutes later the Hillbilly leaves the restroom wearing only a pair of underwear with turd stains skidmarked on his underwear. He then laid his banjo on my table and then picked up his foot and he actually started to smell his goddamn feet in the restaurant while other patrons were trying to eat as I could hear everybody groaning in disgust and wondering if this man needs to be put in the funny farm because if you are smelling your feet in a restaurant than you should be given a one way trip to the Funny Farm. Then the Hillbilly snatched my sandwich off of my table and placed his foot inside of my sandwich, and then sucked his fucking toes on my fucking sandwich. I was so pissed off I took the inbred's banjo and whacked him upside the head with his banjo as McDonald's Workers began to drag this half naked hillbilly out of McDonald's as everybody applauded me for taking care of this whackjob while everybody outside pointed and laughed at this inbred hick for his rude and disruptive antics as they hauled his ass off to the funny farm.
When my husband and I were on vacation, we were hanging out with another couple on the beach when I needed to go back to the room to retrieve some things. The other couple needed some things also, and the husband, a tall, handsome black, middle aged gentleman volunteered to go back to the resort with me to get our things. As we walked through the resort people would look our way and immediately assume we were together. There was no problem, but I found myself getting kind of worked up thinking about this handsome black gentleman being my partner. It was a pretty long walk, and as we made our way we would occasionally brush together. At one point I took his arm and we walked arm in arm through the resort and toward the elevator. We stopped by our room first, and upon entering I began getting things together to take back to the beach, and as I moved about and bent over I could feel his eyes watching me. Just as I was about to say I was ready to go, he reached out and took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I was quite take back by his assertiveness, but didn't offer resistance. I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to enter and meet with mine. As we kissed his hands felt my ass. He had large hands and it felt so good, I felt like I was under his total control. He started playing with my boobs, so to allow easier access I lowered my top, and he began sucking my now hard nipples. I reached down and felt his huge erection through his swim suit, and with that he pushed me down and directed his beautiful black organ to my mouth. I tried to take as much as I could, but he was just too big. To make a long story short, he laid me on the edge of the bed, pulled my bikini crotch to the side and slowly entered my now very wet pussy. He went very slow at first, allowing time for me to get used to the size, the started slowly pumping in and out. I became so wet I could hear sloshing as I allowed this gentleman I had just met to have his way with me. He began to speed up and was fucking me as deep as he could, when he let loose a huge load of cum deep into my womb. Even after he pulled out all I could do was just lay there, completely satisfied and totally out of energy. I remember even thanking him for the best fucking I have ever had. My husband and I made love many times on that very bed throughout our vacation, and thought I was so wet solely because of him. I would never tell him any different, but the thoughts of my first black experience taking place on that very bed kept me moist and wet all week. I am now in search of my second black experience, and there is an executive at the company where I work that would be perfect for the job.
I've been in deep depression for...well, it's been so long I forget. My family has now began to put it aside and I'm starting to be the neglected forgotten child in the house. My sister's kid has started to take my place. My father and I rarely talk anymore. Just the other day he refused to look at me once. The desire to just kill myself gets stronger every day. The pain of self harm starts to feel calming now. The pray that when I fall sleep, I never wake up. I keep a tab open of fastest ways to kill myself. I hate the fact I have to deal with this reality. I just want it to end....so bad. I've hurt myself to many times and no one has cared anymore. I've written so many suicide notes. I'm broken.
My wife said to me: "Honey I promise you I will always be completely honest and open in our communication. It’s so important to a perfect relationship.
"I want you to be happy.
"So when you told me all your girlfriends and first wife cheated on you. I thought how perfectly honest and open you are for trusting me to know that about you. I’m not asking you to change for me.
"So I promise to cheat on you too.
"Honey we are just going to be completely perfect for each other."
#cheating #cuckold #promise #relationship #girlfriends #perfect #honesty #willing
I confess when I was abused at 10 I loved it, being made to have fun with others and there kids..now I fantasize about it think I'm turning into a pedo would love to meet another one in UK to full fill my fantasy's with young boys just like I was, I live opposite a school and see lots, I've done stuff I've never spoken about to which was fun recent to
Confessions by confessionstories.org
