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Some nights ago, I dreamt that I would kill my brother-in-law. He is my husband's brother and they are like best friends. My brother-in-law, called Luke, lives in our streets, so he's around every single day.
He's nice actually but he's a bit of a loser. He can't do anything, lost his job several times and is not able to handle a girlfriend. He drinks beer and alcohol every day, so around 5 or 6 pm he's already a bit sozzled and then he starts talking and touching. He slapped my butt twice already. I told my husband but he said Luke wouldn't mean it like that and that it's just a joke.
Now I dreamt that I drove him over. Before I had that dream I would never ever thought about it, but now... He's really a pain in the ass. But I don't want my husband to suffer. So I guess, I have to live with him.
#brother #in #law #husband #family #alcohol #beer #dream #kill #death
I used to have anger problems. I had gotten a horrible therapy for it so it never had gone away. My anger comes from my father who has outbursts a lot. Most of my anger is inside of my head. I’m scared to ever let it out because I might snap. I have horrible thoughts of anger. Like killing someone or torturing them. My father and brother have said on multiple occasions that I’m going to become a Murder with it. All because I had anger problems in the past. I’m to scared to hit. I can make my brother cry and bleed in one hit. I’m too scared that I’m going to snap one day like my dad.
I'm dead on the inside, I just feel miserable and sad all the time.
If it weren't to my son, I already would have killed myself. I just don't want to live anymore.
My mother has been diagnosed with alzheimer and her illnes gets worse and worse each day.
I am afraid of calling her. I always tell my brother that I called her. She would forget it anyway.
I am a bad daughter.
I don't know, it's pretty rough what I did.... My best friend's mum is pretty damn hot and as he went to the toilet, I got a thong out of her bedroom. This thong is now under my pillow.
What should I do. Greets, J.
Don't say that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel because you wouldn't understand how hard it is to see in the dark especially when you become one with it.
Every time my sister is bitchy or annoying, I spit on her pillow.
It satisfies me to know that she sleeps on that pillow without knowing anything.
(Continuation of another secret)
My ex boyfriend was abusive to me and I got the chance to go to a party and kissed 3 different people. (This was about one week before I left him. ) All I felt was guilt. I was hoping I would fall in love and they would take me away from him and everything he has done to me but we live in the real world,not a fairytale. I felt so guilty as soon as I got him I told him what happened and he called me names and tried to punish me and told me I had to act certain ways and do certain things. In other words, he was trying to control me more than he already did. I moved out when he was at work and I haven’t seen him face to face since. He got on social media and said I was a lying,cheating whore. He cheated on me for one whole year while he was on meth. He is still on meth from what I hear because he has lost more weight. He also put his hands on me more often than not. My friends mom caught him choking me once. Everybody thinks I’m a monster and I hate the fact they think that but at least someone on the internet will listen to me. I keep posting this and different parts because my side of the story was never heard. So by me posting all of this it is forcing someone to hear about it...I hope.
I started sleeping with a guy I’ve always wanted to fuck last year even though he had/has a girlfriend.
I’ve always thought he was hot but have never been single when he’s been around (meaning he was in jail for the short time I was free between relationships since I met him about 8-9 years ago).
It was supposed to be one “encounter” … We had about 5 days while she was away and that was supposed to be it, however every time she’s been away since then he’s contacted me, the last couple of times even coming to me at my house (we lived just over an hour apart and I’d always gone to him). I’ve not once tried to reach out or been the one to instigate further hookups, it was always him, but not once was I going to turn him down. The connection is AMAZING, honestly I’ve had some of THE BEST sex of my life with this guy.
The weird thing is, even though I know his partner I just don’t feel guilty, I don’t give a fuck, I would and probably will continue to fuck this boy every time she is out of town.
#ifuckedyourboyfriend #illdoitagain #mostselfishthingihaveeverdone #noguilt
The first time I was just teasing and having fun when I rubbed my ass against his huge package. I wanted to watch it grow and give him pain. And it did, but I meant no harm. But I do like rubbing his bulge. Now he touches and grabs me here and there when no one is watching. I like it but limit him. He wants to sleep with me and doesn't like my telling him to wait a couple of years. Sometimes I feel my defenses go down as my urges go up. And I do have will power or I wouldn't be a virgin for all these years. I don't dare tell him I think of him when I masturbate. My parents would disown us both if I gave in and ended up pregnant. I put myself in a predicament.
#predicament #bulge #rub #grab #touches #teen #tease #fun #sex #vulnerable #willpower #pregnant #friend #parents #masturbate
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
what I learnt from seeing a spiritual healer is that I always felt bad for dreams I had and any sexual thoughts or activities I did as a kid. Anyway, one nightmare stuck in my head as a teen (well a few did really) some of my dreams were very gruesome and ugly violent or very picture slide where it flashed past and the picture made the mood over a word. A lot of metaphors and word punts as well.
I asked someone about the dreams of princess diana that I would have at different times and one really captured her control over the world and I think that is what ultimately led to her demise as a human and her life so young to die. Because she was a dormant sexual image and a powerful feminine and a sign of virginal and power and elitism most people never obtain as well as a paradox of insecurities and weaknesses.
For me as a teen girl I felt I loved her as much as when I was a child but as a teen began to wonder why I loved her. Should she deserve that love as I didn't know her and she appeared to me to be a woman of selfish ends being totally spoilt for choice and I was completely the opposite. I didn't hate her but I grew to dislike women like her more and more as I found them a threat to me being able to be sexually valuable and relevant for work and love and income. It all felt so unfair. I seen so many black people making cultural improvements and I was not personally, I only ever benefited as a side step from some one else in the family and I was never allowed to be a provider or achiever or image to look up to. I was the loser teen to loser adult with no talents and no qualities to shape as I got more mature it would appear in the eyes of others but not in myself, I didn't see myself as others saw me. I guess I never will one way or another. I just wish they could live the life "my life was the complete message of the song by whitney whatever who died, "didn't we almost have it all" but we never did and we were fooling ourselves to think we would !!! I wish others knew this feeling of half getting their to be slammed down and pushed to unemployment and no love and questing why is life so shitty and gee god has to be the biggest retard ever !!! cuz he has no idea of what the heck he is doing and it all makes no sense and there is no happiness to be had in life.
how about you find out how it feels to be invited by the special girl and your prettier but everyone still likes all the others but you. your the one helping others weddings and parties and doing all the nice things and no one thinks of you. you are all alone and left alone when you have given too much of yourself and no one is worrying about your feelings tonight or caring for you at all because you didn't add enough detail to the picture or story. you didn't add some disclaimer or you didn't say what the others wanted to hear.
I still think diana died because the queen got sick of playing second fiddle to diana and she was jealous of her being so loved. The queen has killed a lot of nice women in her time. And what she didn't kill the male royals did out of as much jealous and needing the power.
My spiritual healer told me that my dream was an expression of diana's over dominance on all our minds and the world and that is what actually killed her needing to be in ever magazine and too loved for her own good. It showed her dark side she didn't want others to see and maybe there were fragments of me in whatever I saw in her reflecting at me as well of who I idolised and who I wanted to be like as a teen and adult and needing someone to look up to as the hero and princess bride like barbie image. She told me this was all normal and our dreams are often metaphoric and not always factual or literal. and I didn't kill her or harm her and I had nothing to feel bad about at all.
Two girls, one 13 and one 10 years old, made me strip nude and masturbate in front of them!
I knew as soon as I saw them approaching that they were coming to watch me masturbate and cum. The 13 year old said, " Remember you said that you would show me your dick? Can I see it now? And can my friend see too?" So I stripped nude and my dick was hard already! Then she asked me, " Can we watch you Masturbate?" So I started to masturbate and they stood in front of me watching. They were so gorgeous and sweet, they really let me take my time masturbating. I knew that they wanted to watch me cum and that they would stand there looking at me while I was masturbating for as long as it took for me to cum, so I took my time. My prick was so big and hard, I occasionally let go of it so that they could actually see it throbbing. I wanted them to know how much I loved masturbating in front of them so I looked at them and smiled while I was masturbating in front of them. Then I started cumming, I just couldn’t hold back any longer. When I came they saw my cum squirt out several times and they stood right there watching until I completely finished cumming. As I was cleaning up my cum the 13 year old smiled and said "Thanks" and then they walked away laughing. They then told all their girlfriends what I did.
#girls #masturbate #cum
Many times I have thought about what it’s like to get high. Or be drugged. Or be drunk.
I can’t drink or take drugs. I have epilepsy and strong medication.
I go out playing Pokémon GO with my dad and his friends. Hoping, one of his friends will notice me. He’s married with two children. I feel so bad, but I just want him. I’m disgusting, I know. I won’t do anything, but deep down I want something to happen.
When I was a young girl I used to love to sit on my dads and uncles laps and feel their hard-ons with my little butt. I would wiggle around and could feel them getting harder and harder. They would sometimes brush their hands across my tiny titties and I remember getting wet between my legs. This eventually led to me learning to give blowjobs and getting fingered by both of them, but to this day no one knows what a little slut I was way back then. They had no idea I was doing it for the other, they thought it was just between me and them.
Back when I was younger around 19 I was friends with this couple. They were older than me. Like 6 to 7 years older than me. And I just lived across the way so we were within walking distance of each other's houses. I can't remember how he and I first started fuckin but we fucked Everytime she was at work. Or he would walk down to my house early in the morning. We would fuck then. We would go fuck in my truck. If we said we were running somewhere. Every chance we got we were fuckin. He even picked me up off the counter and carried me into the bedroom n fucked me in their bed. It was so wrong n dirty I know.
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
Do you know who wants to be a millionaire?
A friend of mine was a candidate in this show and I was one of his telephone joker. And yes, I was called.
I knew the answer but I told him the wrong answer on purpose because I didn't want him to be richer than me.
I pushed him once and he began to kick me,choke me,and throw me against the wall. I decided it was the last time. I punched him and he called the cops saying it was the neighbors who called. They arrived and I told them I attacked him for no reason and I was arrested. I took the fall for you so you could go into the army because you cannot go with a domestic assault charge. You never went. We got back together after 6 months of not being able to live in my own apartment because of the state and the charges. You were using and selling meth. You cheated on me. Your friend murdered someone and you let them stay in “our” apartment. You’re just as guilty and by the way,I broke my bond conditions to talk to you the whole time. I put my whole life at stake for you and you never once failed to break my heart. Thanks to the shit you post on social media everybody thinks I’m a monster. You make me feel like I’m a monster...I moved out when he was at work one day because I was scared of him and I had enough. I feel so guilty about the murder but if I speak up I could die and it’s too late. Any evidence they once had is probably gone or invalid. I don’t even know who is reading this but I wake up everyday and pray to God I never see him again. I just wanna get my degree and move. I can’t stand to live in the same little town as him. My name has been completely slaughtered and I am embarrassed to leave my house. No one believes my side of the story. Some one please believe me and be on my side. I’m tired of feeling so alone. I have posted this same confession to various sites in different writing styles in hopes someone will read it and understand and maybe they also won’t feel so alone. Every time I talk about it or think about it. I feel so many different negative emotions. I can’t ever word it the exact same every time. I just feel disgusted.
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