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When I was 19, in order to pay my way through college I started working as an Escort. Men (and sometimes women) would pay me to have sex with them. It was good money, and the alternative was dropping out. After finishing college, I quit and met this really nice guy. We've been dating for a while now, and he has no idea about my past. Recently, I met his father and recognized him immediately: He was one of my regulars. I was so freaked out, and now I'm afraid my boyfriend will find out. It was before i ever met him, but I don't know what he'd do if he found out.


#past   #escort   #sex  


I'm a strange person.
1) I hate toothpaste. I could throw up talking about it. I don't use toothpaste.

2) I can't touch glasses which come right out of the dishwasher. Just can't do it.

3) I'm partially unable to touch paper. I need to cream my hands before I can touch it.

4) Polystyrene. I hate this material so much. I don't want to see, smell or hear it. It's gross.


#toothpaste   #paper   #disgusting   #polystyrene   #material   #confess  


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  


Today I am married expecting a child. But my husband doesn't know about my past. I started prostituting myself in junior high, a woman placed us with men who were from out of town. Sometimes she sent two of us at the same time. At 17 I started dancing in a club, and men paid for us to spend the night with them. Sex included everything, oral, anal, vaginal, girl on girl, dancing, stripping, straddling, whatever the man wanted we did. To be honest I never had a weirdo, no one ever hit me or hurt me. But more than once I licked a girl's behind after she used the bathroom, so yes there were weird requests.

I stopped dancing at 23, cold turkey. I got a job working in sales for a home improvement company, but the money just wasn't enough. I became the owner's secretary and gave him sex anytime, anywhere, anyway. I taught him how to have prostitute sex, fuck in a minute. He liked me being nasty and he liked it more when I invited a friend to give him two girls at a time. He paid me well, and I got extra money on the side.

When I was 29 I went to my grandmother's funeral. I met a man there who knew one of my cousins and I was nice to him, he was a big nerd. I blew him in his car in the parking lot and he fell in love and after a couple of months asked me to marry him. So that's how I'm married, living in Florida and being respectable expecting our first bundle of joy.


#past   #prostitution   #secret  


I (female) don't talk to my father for 2 years now. He such a greasy old man, I can't stand him. But what I found out a few days ago, gives me even more reason to hate him.
My parents often fight about different things but they are still married. After an argument, my father often disappears and went somewhere else. A few days ago, I got curious and followed him. After following him around for a couple of minutes, he stopped at the house of his colleague. She opened him the door and they kissed!!
I made a photo of it and sent it to our pastor. My parents are reputable people in our church and I guess my father won't be much longer in our parish council. I hope he also lose his job because of this affair.
And hopefully my mother will finally understand what an asshole he is.


#father   #church   #affair   #fight   #argument   #kiss   #pastor   #confession  


I'm an neurotic and difficult-to-handle person but somehow I managed it to get a boyfriend. I like him, a lot, but I'm such an insecure and broken person and that makes it difficult for me to show him how I truly feel. I really would like to tell him what bothers me and that he should treat me differently.

I have a tough past and this is demonstrated by fear of loss. As soon as he is not with me I am a total wreck and I feel jealous that he's spending time for example with his friends and has a great time, even without me.

I also would love if he integrated me more, so take me with him to his friends. But I'm just too insecure to tell him so.
And then I do stupid things just to hurt him, even if he doesn't find out about it. Just to make me feel better. Last week, I met with someone I know he doesn't want me to meet with while he was out meeting some friends.

I confess that I'm a jealous bitch without self-confidence.


#neurotic   #past   #confidence   #jealous   #friends   #insecure  


I think too much about the past. My mind often lingers and begins to think back to past events where I either felt humliated or caused someone else pain, either emotionally or physically. While I know consciously that I cannot change the past, deep down I feel incredible guilt and shame for instances that I now have absolutely no control over, and feel helpless in that I cannot move on.


#past   #think   #mind   #change  


A hackers love confession
In my late teens I use to investigate seedy websites and report information to authorities (thinking I would make a difference) and post the sites on pastebin for others to try and destroy. Along this journey I came across a clear net site dedicated to pictures of young teens and underage girls. (honeypot? Probably) On this site was a group of girls from my high school, some of which i personally knew. Being the coward whilst always being a protector, never had the courage to tell these girls someone they knew where posting there private photo's for scumbags to jerk off too. (I hope it wasn't you Seskus!)

Years went by and my karma returned. Now in my early 20's and looking for love, I jumped on some dating apps. It was only a few days after I signed up that she messaged me, 'Hi :)". It was one of the girls in the numerous photographs I had seen in those years previously. I replied back, "Hey, how are you?". As messages were sent back and fourth, we agreed to meet up. I thought maybe this was a universal sign asking me to protect her, a second chance to let her know. Weeks went by and we had become pretty close. She knew I was into IT and computers, and I would drop hints as to what I use to do and the evil i'd seen. I broke down to her sobbing one night trying to explain the evils I had encountered. She could never understand why I would get so emotional, thinking I was just too much. Though how do you tell someone your falling for that someone they use to know did them evil? That you know someone manipulated her like that without her having and knowledge of it? I did almost everything I could to let her know, but on the other hand, I thought ignorance is bliss, especially for something like that.

We were together for about half a year (not a long time). I truly loved her though and would of done anything to protect her. But the thought of me knowing the past like i did haunted me. No matter how hard I tried to get that off my chest, it burden the relationship to the point that it ruined everything we shared. The end conclusion was she thought I was a emotional mess and too secretive and I decided to end it out of fear. (The worst mistake I've made). I never did tell her the truth.

Now months have passed, she's with someone else and I have the everlasting weight of guilt on my shoulders
If for some reason you ever see this. Know that i'm truly sorry for not being completely honest with you. All I was trying to do in the end was protect you. You were the SUN to my MOON
x


#relationships   #hacker   #past   #karma   #regret   #guilt  


I still love my senior highschool ex-boyfriend even though he betrayed me. It makes me cry. All the time...


#past  


Why do we love our ex more than our present partner. . Seriously I don't understand...


#memories   #past  



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