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I've been with my boyfriend for four years...and I've been cheating on him for the last month or so...I feel so ashamed.
I have to confess something. Few weeks ago after partying the whole night, I got home dead drunk and simply went to bed without taking my shoes or clothes off.
When I woke up the next morning (or actually late afternoon) I had to notice that I wet my bed in my drunken stupor.
What a stressful morning (well... afternoon)! The party was fucking awesome, I had lots of fun. Well, I checked my mattress and there it was - a huge stain... My sister wasn't home, so I simply switched mattresses.
Couple a days ago my sister bought herself a new bed + mattress. You should have seen my parents' disgusted faces when they carried out the old mattress.
I do not regret anything. Cheers!
PS: I just came up with the best pun ever. That night I was pissed as hell. Ahahaha
#drunk #pissed #mattress #sister #noregret #alcohol #urine #confession
I think I'm still in love with my ex. I think about her all the time STILL. We haven't been together for 3 years now, but I still know she is "the one" for me. It's torture, we don't talk or interact at all, she could be dead for all I know (she's not, but still), but I want to be with her so fucking bad.
I've never felt this way with anyone else before. It's crazy. I hate it.
#relationships #love #pain #regret
I miss you so much it hurts. I'm anxious and depressed and I can't get out of my own head tonight. I just keep running through what ifs and the should haves... I just keep trying to figure out what to change so that I'm happy but I just can't figure it out..I'm sorry about the way everything turned out. This wasn't how our lives were supposed to end up.I miss being best friends...i miss you. I love you. I don't wish this pain on anybody.
A few months ago I accidentally ran over our cat leaving the house. I didn’t have the heart to tell my wife so I lied and I’ve felt terrible since.
#embarrassed #regret #grief #cat #wife #family #coward #confession #secret
I LOVE to annoy little kids until they cry
I don't have any regrets about it, it's just great
Back when I was a little girl (5 yr old) I was at church and me and my friend lucy were at the back of the church where no one was and we played house and we pretended to be cats but then we started playing as husband and wife I was the husband and she was the wife and we kissed just a peck and we heard someone coming so we hid under a table and we giggled and this is where it got sexual we looked at eachother and we slowley moved in to kiss eachother and we kissed there and we kissed roughly and we used tongue too she now goes to my school and we never mention this to anyone I get uncomfortable and awkward around her but I have a boyfriend now
I used a social media to trade nudes with legal adults who asked for such. But, it turns out against my knowledge, that one such person was actually a minor posing as someone of age and said they had reported me to the site.
I'm afraid I'll be investigated by the police then arrested and posed as a pedophile.
When I was about 7 I would always peek my head out of my room and catch a glimpse of some sex on my dad's TV show. Of course it didn't really show it but I knew what they were doing and I told my sister let's try it out. So we built a little fort out of blankets from bed to bed and put pillows as the doors and if we asked what we were doing we where "camping" but with my 7 year old boner in her, that "camping" was fucking in-tents. Joke aside after years of finding out that young sex (with your sister expecially) is very wrong I have felt like garbage the rest of my life. We forget it happened but I still remember it, yes I enjoyed it, it was sex, but so young and with my sister is what makes me sick. If you got a boner or jacked to this your sick cause it's not a joke. It was wrong and I regret everything of it. I feel like one day someone is gonna find out when I'm like 20 and I'm gonna be charged with frickin statutory (I think) rape. And everyone will look at me like I murdered a nursery full of children. She never got pregnant (thank god for being too young) and no one EVER found out.
I like spanking my daughters way too much. Depending on my mood they either get spanked in their underwear or bare bottom. I know its wrong and I try and fight it but sometimes I make up reasons to punish them. My wife knows it turns me on. I know one day she will use it against me.
I had a PayPal set up with my parents card on it I spent their money here and there but over the course of a couple months it added up to $1500 I feel Aweful and hate myself for it I want to tell but I dont want them to hate me for what I have done this weighs on me and makes me feel like the dumbest and most greedy scum ever I hate myself for this and always will
At my new job I met Kristine and crushed on her immediately. It was obvious she was straight, but after talking with her I realized she was inexperienced with either sex. I asked her to join me at a party, I kissed her on the mouth and she didn't pull back. I took her to my apartment, undressed with her and made love to her and brought her to orgasm. The next day she was very withdrawn, upset and wanted to go home. She hasn't spoken to me, I'm more crushed than ever and don't know what to do.
I’ve convinced my crush to cheat on his girlfriend with me. I played with his emotions until he didn’t know who to choose, now we’re arranging to meet up. I don’t regret it.
I cheated on my boyfriend once. We have been together for seven years. It hurts me to think about it, but one more time, I ask for forgiveness and to forget it from my mind forever.
I barely knew the guy. I was 18 and I had only ever had sex with my boyfriend. I began feeling like I was missing out, that maybe I wanted to try with someone else once. I regret it. I pretend it never happened. My boyfriend started to make me dinner. I told him I was going out for a little while to get away and think. I met the guy. I didn't actually plan on going home with him, but when he showed up, he was really nice and we got along well. My boyfriend texted me a picture of the dinner he made and told me it was ready and asked if I was coming home.
I curse at myself for not going straight home. If I could rewind, I would have never left that day, I would have never contacted that guy, and I would have stayed home with my boyfriend and ate the dinner he made me.
The guy told me he would never make me do anything I didn't want to do. But I went with him anyway. I told myself I would just hang out for a little while. It had been three hours and I was debating in my head if I would do it or not. I told myself that I was already there and that I should just get it over with so I could have that experience and so I could find out if I really wanted to be with my boyfriend. I ended up having sex with the guy and by the time it was over it was past midnight. I did not even really enjoy it. The guy asked if I wanted to stay over, but he said that the only thing was that he would have to wake up early the next morning for something he had to do. I said no and he drove me home, and thank god he did!
When he was driving me home we passed by my house and I saw my boyfriend waiting outside, staring at his phone. I looked at my phone and realized that he had sent me a whole bunch of messages and calls, my mom, brother, and dad had called. I told the guy to drop me off a block away from my house and I went home.
When my boyfriend saw me walking around the corner, I could tell he had been crying. He started crying again. It broke me into a million pieces to see him that way. He was shaken and he was worried. He was so happy to see me home. He told me that he had called my mom and dad and everyone we knew, he had even called the cops. I noticed that he had not even touched the dinner that he made me, it sat cold on the stove. It hurt even more. The cops came by to ask if everything was okay and i was forced to call my mom and dad who were states away and tell them everything was okay. They had been ready to come pick me up.
At first I told my boyfriend that I had met some friends in town and that they had wanted to hang out and my phone was on silent. (that story is mainly for my family) but I ended up telling him about the guy because he had gone through my messages and saw pictures of him. I told him it was just a friend I had met and that he was gay, because he really did seem to be gay. He had been a male model but he wasn't gay. He just looked like it.
Unfortunately it didn't stop there, it happened once more when my boyfriend had gotten mad because I didn't want him to meet the guy. It lasted maybe three to five minutes so I regretted that even more. We ended up moving back to my home state of New Jersey because our jobs had failed. Once back in our home state, things got better. We should have never left. It was almost as if it never happened. But I started thinking about it again and I was sad. My boyfriend would comfort me without knowing what was really wrong.
I thought maybe he didn't know. So tonight, I told him I don't like to think about that time. And he kind of understood. It was like an unspoken agreement. I told him I loved him so much and I would never ever hurt him like that. He trusts me a lot. And I brought up that incident and I couldn't believe my ears at what he said.
I knew that he had done something similar in the beginning of our relationship and he was so guilty he cried for hours and he stopped talking to any other girls and wouldn't even go near them. That is how I am now but with all the guys.
He told me that sometimes he thinks about that time away from our home in New Jersey and that he wonders if anything did happen with me and that guy, but he told me that whenever he thinks about that time, he knew that even if anything DID happen between me and that guy, he reminds himself that I had come home to HIM and I have never gone out again. He trusts me even more now that I have gotten it out of my system and I know deep in my heart that I would never do anything like that again. If I ever think about having sex with anyone other than my boyfriend, it disgusts me. I love him so much and we plan on getting married.
I am happy once again. Other girls may be debating on doing this (please don't make this mistake if you truly love the guy you're with, but then again sometimes you have to know for sure. All I ask is that you never cheat on your husband. Because you have already made that permanent commitment.), and other girls may look at this and call me a slut. I don't care, I know who I am and what kind of person I am. I am a good person who truly had a lapse during that time and I truly know that I fucked up. I know that I will never do it again. My boyfriend and I want to get married. Some people may scoff at that, but again, I couldn't care less. Fuck 'em I say. He is happy with me and trusts me completely and I am happy with him and trust him completely. For those people who think I will probably do it again, I will prove you wrong. In fact, you already are wrong.
I have a secret that no one knows not even my best friends. So I’m a 27 year old female but when I was 17 I used to message female inmates. It was just a fun thing I did and I really got into it. Sexual conversations would come up and in my head I didn’t think they’d get out or I’d see them so I would just entertain them. I was straight but in a weird experimental phase at this time. One girl I talked to the most was named Ashley but she wanted to be called Ben. She was 34, heavier set, tattooed all over. She went to jail for assault and burglary. I used to tease her and send her pictures of me in bikinis. One day she said she was getting out and I had to meet her. I didn’t want to but she threatened me and said she knew where I lived. I met with her at a nasty apartment in Bakersfield. She was all over me. Kissing, lip biting, then of course sex. She made me do things to her and I’m she did things to me. I told her I was underage and she laughed and said I was grown enough. It was an all night thing of just sexual stuff. Before she let me leave she made me give her all the money I had which was 180 dollars. She said she used me and just wanted have sex with a clean girl when she got out. I haven’t seen or heard from her since. No one in my life knows.
#sex #secret #jail #regret #comment #lesbain #inmate #true #story
I pretended to be this girl I'm friend's with on fb. This went along for year, but it wasn't to find love or anything serious. It was just to have people talk to me and think I'm great and also beautiful. I feel bad for this now........
I feel gross after what I did while I was horny. So I’m an 18 year old guy. I started messaging this girl on Instagram. She’s like in her 30s, a little overweight. But she posted tongue pictures and her boobs are big. I was so turned on I bought a pair of her dirty underwear for 40 dollars, then payed her 100 dollars to spit in a jar and send it to me. She’s dirty and weird so she’s happy to take my money. But I put the spit she sent me in my mouth and then jerked with the rest of it like it was lotion. Then I licked her stinky panties. I came and it felt soooo goood. Like the best cum ever. But after I feel so gross. I gave money to a random chick. I even told her if we meet I’d give her my whole check from work if she sat on me while spitting in my mouth. I’m disgusted with myself but when I’m horny I do stupid things.
When I was younger I fostered two kittens and would do mean, mean things to them. Months later I would wonder why, and to this day I feel like crying when thinking about it. I don't know why I did it, but it was evil! I'm so sorry to those two kittens. They were adopted so I hope they're happy now.
I spent a wonderful night with a woman from the Philippines who hoped I would take her in and that she could live with me. I also lied to her about my age, I said I'm 27 but I'm 38.
I also have a girlfriend who's on a business trip at the moment, we are also living together.
I feel very bad since that incident and I hope my girlfriend doesn't find out.
#philippines #business #trip #regret #girlfriend #confession #sin
When my grandfather died, I was so angry with him that I refused to go to his funeral.
Even now, 2 years later, I regret that I didn't take the chance to say goodbye to him one last time.
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