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I went out to repair a customers tyre at their home address and ended up having sex with her. The following week I was called out again to the same address. When I arrived it was the mother of the girl i had sex with. As I was fixing her car she said that her daughter had told her about how hot the guy was from the garage was that she had to have sex with him. She said that's why she had to call me back out so she could see for herself. She opened her zipper and only had a bra on and said I've nothing on under my skirt. I couldn't hide my bulge and she said come upstairs and we can have sex.
I was a good person. I helped many people. I literally saved lives. But I failed my wife and children. I failed because I’m disabled and have a terrible disease. As a child my parents hated me for being disabled. So they gave me away. I was broken thru horrible things done to me. I cannot fix myself. I am lost. But I will still try to help those I love as I fade away. I can’t beat an unbeatable disease forever. Tried to give all I had. It just wasn’t enough. Love is not enough. Life isn’t a movie with happy endings.
I am an entertainer currently living in Las Vegas. I started dancing in Pittsburgh, got married young, then divorced and moved to Los Angeles. I did full nude dancing in Los Angeles and met my second husband, Yanni, while in LA. We moved to Las Vegas and I dance at one of the most famous clubs in the world. While in Las Vegas, I found out Yanni had cheated on me once about ten years ago, so I started offering sex to my best customers and would meet them at their hotel. I enjoyed the thrill of having sex with different men behind Yanni's back and it was very good money. Yanni had to go to San Diego for work meetings and I started having sex with his friend Jason from Havasu. Every time Yanni went away, I would have Jason come to Vegas. I made sure to cover my tracks and always met Jason at a hotel on the strip. During the covid lockdown, I was getting distant with Yanni, and he offered to do marital counseling, but I was afraid my infidelities would come up. Yanni ended up leaving me and I was mad, so I made it public that Jason and I have been together for over a year, and I didn't need Yanni anymore. Jason's family don't know that I'm an entertainer. I'm hoping to put my dancing days behind me when I sell my house in Vegas and move in with Jason in Havasu. Does this make me a bad person?
Hi, I’m 15 and this is my confession. This girl at my school (we used to be friends until she backstabbed me), she turned some of my friends against me to the point where they act like I’m some deadly disease. I know sh eturned them against me because she’s done the same thing before, but with other old ‘friends’ of mine. She likes making my life hell. Whenever I vent about how she’s making my life hell, I just start imagining her dying and feeling (happy I guess). I know I shouldn’t even be thinking that, but I hate her so much, my brain just decide to please itself with her dying and suffering for everything she’s put me through. She always describes me as the devil even though she is. I don't know I guess imaging her going through pain and suffering is a beautiful painting to me. I know I seem like a psycho talking like this. But, I can’t talk to anyone about this, so yeah.
My life is so monotonous, that I don't have anything to confess... please don't tell anybody
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.
Whenever I am bored, I call a random number and as soon as someone picks up I sing the song "My heart will go on" by Celine Dion. So much fun!!!
I flirt with people when I'm bored and that's a risky thing we do because nobody wants to catch feels.
After many years of marriage I finally shamed by wife into agreeing to get a guy that neither of us knows, in a city we weren't known it at all, and bring him into the bedroom. I hired an escort, he had a really big cock, and came with a recent medical test showing he was negative for diseases. She was naked in bed, with only one small light on, I went in the bathroom with the guy, gave him the money, and he and I stripped and as told to him in private, I had him do it the way my wife wanted. No kissing, she sucked him hard, I was rubbing her clit and licking her pussy and got her wet, the guy fucked her for about 30 minutes. I was sucking her tits, the guy took some turns sucking on them too. She didn't cum but he shot in her pussy. He pulled right out and I got on top of her and took sloppy seconds for the first time in my life. I loved it, I was fucking her like never before with his cum providing so much lube she felt like she was so loose and I loved it. She came twice while I fucked her used pussy and I added my load.
Once again, he was hard and he added a third load to her used up pussy, and then he dressed and left, just as we'd arranged. I opened the drapes, turned on a bigger light so anyone in the building across the street could see her and I naked. I then licked her pussy and she came three more times, I swallowed so much cum I didn't believe I would actually do it, but I didn't mind. She actually told me later she really got off on my licking her cum filled pussy. I cleaned her with my mouth, and kissed here with my sloppy sperm covered mouth, then fucked her again.
After that she got on top of me and sat her pussy right over my face and I got the rest of the 4 loads of sperm that were deposited in her hairy, loose, cum bank. I cleaned her out totally, and we both went to sleep. In the morning my breath was totally "sperm breath" and her pussy smelled like much used sex, the room was smelling of a woman who'd been fucked a lot. I fucked her again, and she once again got on top of my mouth for me to clean her.
We called the same guy back twice that week. Even now, back at our house, we fuck more than we ever have and each time she makes me clean her pussy with my mouth. We found something we both really love, and turns us on. I just wish she'd relax and enjoy it with the other men. I asked her about it but she said it makes her feel like she's not cheating because she's doing it for me, not to enjoy it. She loved the really huge cock, and almost came but had to force herself not to.
But she comes like crazy when I even talk about watching a big cock fucking her.
Well since like 2 days ago I started fingering myself and rocking myself like if I had a pennis beneath me and I get so horny so 2 days ago I started going to the couch at night to finger myself but the couch is so fluffy that I started to jump and rub my vagina to the couch and imagined I was on top of someone and I even did that on the arm rest... Long story short I get horny when I sit on the couch
#horny #fingeredmyself #couch #despair #masturbation #girl #teen #hornyteen
My ex wife and I remained friends. She moved in with a close friend. It was awkward. We worked together in a band. She is smart and beautiful redhead. Last January we met at their place for band business, worked late and discovered it snowed like hell. My ex insisted I stay until it was safe. They to their bedroom behind French doors covered with sheer curtains me on the couch. After the lights were off I could see her silhouette as she fucked him. I got so hard. She moaned so loud like she was right beside me. I didn't get off. I tried jerking off when I thought they were sleeping, closed my eyes. Minutes later just as I was close, I heard something, opened my eyes to see her standing there nude. It was too late to cover up and suddenly I blasted my cum while she watched. She blew me a kiss and went to the bathroom. She came back, stopped and whispered if I was Ok. The last few months she teases me with what she calls "our little secret." What do I do? What does she want? All very true.
I am a woman in my late 20's recently divorced, no kids. I keep in really good shape and have more than a few guys that I sleep with. I'm not a slut or anything, not sewing wild oats, well I don't think I'm a slut but . . . my mom and sisters would think so I guess.
My ex got me into spanking. He would spank my butt beet red before we had sex, any kind of sex, I'm a three hole girl as they say. I got to where I couldn't get off, no orgasm if I wasn't spanked and very soundly first. He has spoiled me, I love getting my butt beat red, then having a man take me.
I just can't bring myself to ask men I'm just starting to date or have sex with to spank me, I'm trying but I can't have an orgasm.
I even asked my ex to do it to me again, and he came over had sex and wouldn't spank me, he got off knowing I couldn't. Then he came back about an hour later pushed his way into the door, called me a slut and made me get on my knees and beg him to spank me. I actually came from the spanking, and three times from the sex after. Then he left. I don't want to ask him over again. But I need to have good sex.
My brother was about to shoot himself and I called the police on him to intervene. He doesn’t talk to me anymore, his guns was removed and he got issued a few fines. Lost his job. He hates me with everything he has and secretly I love it. I love that he hates me, that he feels this great emotion towards me because it means his still alive. All I want is for him to keep fighting and if his hatred for me keeps him alive then I hope he hates me forever. If I had a chance I wouldn’t change a thing. The pain of you hating me wouldn’t hold a candle to the pain of never being able to see you grow old. I love you my brother
#suicide #brother #confession #depression #scared #pain
I get depressed when I hear how well friends/family are doing but when they tell me something bad or when something went wrong I feel better about myself..... also I fucking hate people in my home town i have fantasys about a post apocalyptic world where I'm the new leader of my town and I execute and torture the people who I don't like..
I’ve been disabled my whole life. I’m tired of being sick. Tired of shaking; throwing up; poverty, & being alone. I just set alone staring at a wall.
I hate niggers and wish them all dead. But of course, that is most definitely a sinful thought. The irony is that I myself am a nigger. I'm so lost...
I adopted a little dog from a shelter. She had been abused she was timid and frightened when I brought her home. I was patient with her transition. She was stubborn when it can to housebreaking. Sometimes she had an accident, sometimes it made me really angry and I would yell at her, sometimes i would rub her nose in it, sometimes I would spank her. I would always apologize for being mean and she would trust me again. I had to put her to sleep after having her for 11 years. I apologized to her for the times I was mean to her. I remember the fond times with her and there are many, but they are always crowded out by those scared and helpless little eyes. I regret the anger. I cant stand myself. I need help.u
I’m tired God. I should have been aborted like my mom told me everyday. She hated boys. Never wanted one. My dad made her have me. Then he hated my hair so he tried to kill me. I relive that. Then I was an orphan. So much pain till adulthood.
I stayed loyal to you God. But you let people hurt me. Society likes to hurt autistic people. I tried so hard. But you gave me other disabilities too. And a disease in my 20’s. I fought to keep working. Then you gave me a 2nd degree. Then a third.
They made me go on disability. The pain is so intense no pain meds work; so I live with the pain.
But they won’t provide enough medical care. I can’t afford my meds. Or doc visits. I don’t understand. They forced me into disability. I lost my job & retirement. Now they want to change the rules. They treat me like I’m lazy.
I stopped going to Church. Men treated me like an outcast for raising my kids I lived with that. But people didn’t want my disabled child there. So I said F them. I taught him faith at home.
My daughter was beat up at school by a gang. My son was expelled along with his friends for defending disabled; gay, & poor kids.
My wife may die from a disease. She divorced me as her parents begged her too. They blamed me; but it was them moving next door that upsets her so. She is now so sick. My poor baby. My disabled child started having seizures after I left. He’s so upset. My poor baby.
My son must now make long daily drives to avoid alternative school. All because he couldn’t set by & watch a gang beat tiny children at school. Those mothers wont expel the section 8 gang members. But they slammed my baby. My baby cries. He misses his friends. Sports. Me. He wants to live with me. I have no home.
I do all I can to help his mom keep their home; as she fights for her life. My daughter had to become an adult at 16 when she graduated high school.
Where are you when this is all happening God? I saved lives. I worked hard. I was a good person. I helped so many strangers. Yet here we are. Why God? Why won’t you ever fight for me or protect me? I’m so tired.
Well I won’t give up; but I think I’m dying. I can’t even afford to goto a doc to find out. I got Covid I’m pretty sure; I isolated. But I couldn’t afford a hospital to help me. Now somethings wrong with my heart. It hurts. It seems to have a leak. I’m passing out. I love you God. But do you love me? I always seem to be alone. It’s me against the world. I love the world. But it seems to hate me. I don’t know how much more I can bear.
Keep piling more on my body. But please heal my disabled son. Please heal my ex wife. Please look out for her & my 3 children who still live. My first baby died long ago & is with you. Please tell him I love him. Please heal my second baby. The world is hard on him. He has autism. Please protect my third child. She’s such a good girl. Please protect my fourth child. He’s such a brave boy.
If you want to keep piling more on me that’s fine. But please protect my wife and children.
I love you God; even if you don’t love me. I love you Jesus, my perfect brother.
Amen
Last night I cheated on my husband with a 23 year old man. I'm 49 and loved every second of it.
We met at a club and went back to his place. We were all over each other before we even got in the door.
The sex was fantastic and he pushed every button in just the right way.
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