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I have an eating disorder, but I haven't told anyone because no one will understand what I’m going through. I’m addicted to eating and I don’t need know how to stop it.
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Negative and positive people.
I set and had a person try to explain to me how they are a positive person and I’m a negative person.
Yet everyday they complain about everybody and everything to their family & friends who also complain endlessly about everyone & everything.
But they call me negative. Why? I guess because I don’t play their game.
He tried to explain how they can get up; drink their coffee; and all go off to work peacefully together. But that’s not true. They yell and argue endlessly. I’m the only one that doesn’t.
I haven't had sex in about 3 years and I am so desperate to have and I masturbate every night.
i recently reconnected with an old co-worker on FB. He's about ten or so years older than I am, and I did have a crush on him back when I was in high school. Our conversations started out innocently enough but went from 0 to 60 in no time. We've been sexting for weeks now. I would love to have a day away from my kids and husband and just screw him. He makes me wetter than my husband has in a while. Maybe its the hormones from this current pregnancy? I want him soooo bad.
Circumstances have pushed me & my family to the brink. I was the rock. But people decided to remove me because a disease broke me. Everyone was supposed to get better. Instead everyone is so worse. So now some have come & asked for help. Problem is I had just had a last ditch surgery to save my life. Then I was homeless & stuff. I’m now temporarily where no one wants me. They are barely tolerating me because I did so much for them. But it’s temporary. Then I’m lost.
So while I’m still able I’m trying my best to help those I love. But its so sad.
So my sin is I’m sort of lying. I’m not lying. I’m bending the truth. I’m just trying desperation heaves to save a person whose probably going to die. My hope is to bring them out of their medical situation. Reach them. And at least help them find peace before their condition ends them. If they trust me & I can reach them, they could live. Probably. But doctors can’t reach him. It seems I may be his only hope. So now I must beat my disease to help him with his medical issues. Thing is no one can tell me how. So I gotta do it. That currently includes stretching truths. I’m researching science and medicine.
I’m not sure if someone who is very sick can live long enough to help. Or clear my mind enough to help. But all the experts are striking out. I helped stabilize him. Now can I fix him? That is a big ask.
So I’m trying to fight off this disease. Fight off all the bad. The nearly dying. Poverty. On & on. This is like an impossible situation.
So how do I solve a problem the experts can’t solve? They are paid for it. They studied it. I’m a guy laying on the dumpster heap of life waiting to be hauled off to the morgue or homelessness which will be death for me quickly with my health.
To make it worse. I have been suffering for many days. I tried to rest. Controlled my diet. Purged. Even ate the wrong stuff. It’s getting worse. Problem is I think I know what it is. If it is I need a trip far away. I have no car. I need emergency sugary. I would owe so much money. I have no money. I can’t divert money away from my children. They have a home. If I take away money they lose it.
The reality is I will die. No if. Just when. I can’t create debt they must pay when I’m gone. Especially when it’s just a matter of time. But I’m trying to save a life before I pass. They try to inspire you. But then they give up. When they stop trying. That means your doomed. I’ve noticed they no longer bother with me anymore. It’s like I’m a ghost. That is partially being poor. But it’s everyone when I go. No one cares. They tried to cycle me off. I fought it. Then I realized something. All the people I stop seeing get sick. Then they goto this odd place. Then I never see them again. If I ask no one answers. So I tried to stay. No one will answer me.
So I’m going away so the other patients won’t see me getting sicker & then dying? They tell me no. Maybe that’s true. But I’ve lived longer than all expected. Much much longer. So they tell me all the people that reach that milestone go there. Sounds good. I’m doing great. Except I feel horrible. Barely move. Barely get up. How can that be good? So I calculate. It’s open one day a week. Two hours. That’s 4 patients. If they’ve sent many many people ahead of me there. All these people I used to know. As I’ve lived all the docs moved on. Most of the nurses. There’s basically no one in there that knows me. So it occurred to me. I don’t recognize any patients. All the people ahead of me are gone. All the people behind me are gone. I gotta start looking way behind me to remember anybody. So where is everyone. Oh there’s a lot of new patients. But where are all the old ones?
My family tells me I’m being paranoid. Maybe. I am that guy everyone looks to for a reason. Only I’m not anymore. There’s next to no one in the whole hospital I recognize. So I’ve been a patient longer than anyone has worked there? That’s why no one knows me. The patient is the oldest none high level person that was there. How have I lived longer than all the people who worked there when I started going?
So my family said your sick. Your fine. Well I’m no doctor. But am I missing something. Let’s say there were 100 people ahead of me. They slowly went off because they were doing so well. I never went anywhere when I was doing well. So why was I still there? I heard they must be doing way better. Well that’s not a good sign for me. So I waited my turn. Then people behind me went. On & on. So I heard they are going on other days. Makes sense.
But then Covid hit. We all had to go stand in long lines on the exact same day because we are high risk. A long line of dying people. I’ve looked for over a year. I get there early. Then when I leave I pass everyone else. I only recognize the very new ones. No one knows me. So I did research. I should be dead. I’ve way beaten the odds. So they say your fine. But no one smiles. No one talks. They do to other people. I’m that guy who is dying.
Everyone says oh your always worried. Well not about dying. I worry about other stuff. Even though I’ve almost died. So I’m really confused. But if there was 100 ahead of me. How many were behind me? 100? 200? More? Let’s say 200 total. For four times slots once a month? That’s when one old dud checks on us. If I have issues what do I do? Ask him. So I dig. I could go other times. That’s cool. But he likes to see all of our issue on that one day. In two hours. That’s 4 people. So I ask the lady when does everyone else go. She says who else? All the other patients with my condition. He sees all of you on one day. If he’s only there for 2 hrs on one day. That doesn’t add up. So I ask her where all the other patients go. What other patients? Now I know I’m sick. But am I that sick? Am I missing something?
I say where are all the other patients that are doing great like me. That left the hospital and were sent here. She has no clue what I’m talking about. Well It’s right by the hospital, & far from me. I looked. I see no other places in the phone book. I call & ask. What other place?
So I’ve been feeling horrible for weeks. But I usually bounce back. Not this time. It feels so weird.
I don’t fear it. But I’d like to helpful
There’s no other place is there?
Back then when I was an soldier in Germany, I was pretty drunk and I puked into sink in the barracks.
Something blocked the sink and my "legacy" couldn't disappear. The next day, some of my buddies had to clean it up and I didn't tell him that this was my mess.
Last night at my aunties party I got so drunk and was just having fun. It was a Halloween party and my cousin dressed up as something slutty so as you can expect she turned some heads. I at one point had to go the bathroom and she was already in there because this dress had in built shorts she would have to take it off to go to the toilet. When I knocked on the door she opened it and her dress was down so you could see her bra I went in to the bathroom and closed the door so that she could have some privacy. Next thing I know we're kissing and biting each others lips passionately she was so horny I could tell so I started playing with her ass and boobs. She got down on her knees at that point and starting sucking me off. It was so good I wanted her to keep doing it all night I wanted to Cum down her throat but then she got up and started kissing me again. She has such soft lips and I sucked her tits and I just wanted to fuck her so bad
“Gay”, the definition itself means to be happy. I have lately come to love being a gay man. It's just so emotionally and physically pleasing to be able to connect so well with another man, something well beyond just a friendship, its heaven itself.
I think in the beginning it was just a phase, just experimenting. Then I thought about it more often and when I couldn’t get it out of my head, the pleasure, the acceptance, the want, I knew I was gay.
For me, it wasn’t just the sexual joy ride, it was something else, something deep in my soul that I felt, that I couldn’t do with out and that’s what had scared me.
See, I’m not looking for a single LTR., I enjoy multiple partners. I am what other gay men refer to as a bottom, not just a bottom but also a totally submissive bottom. I love men who take control, who know what they want when it comes to homosexual interactions inside and outside the bedroom.
Most people could never tell I was gay, but it seems other gay men, especially my type of gay man know instantly what I am. I guess I should describe the type of man that gets me wet.
He is my age or older (someone born 1962 or earlier), he is Caucasian, he’s Gay or Bi, he is the same height or taller (6’), he’s mature in every way, he’s between 250 to 300 pounds and has at least a 6 inch cock hard. He’s a top or dom looking for a fuck buddy that he likes to share with his gay friends. He’s into photography/videography and will record every encounter. My prefect man would be all these things and will ensure that everyone knows I am gay and that I love pleasing men.
This is who I really am, its not that I just love cock, it’s that I am in love with cock, it has the ability to rule my life and it calls me 24/7, being gay is not a problem for me I like the sound of it. It’s the knowing I am a gay slut and that I want to get ganged daily and that is a hard task to accomplish and stay employed.
Well my Confession has it all! I mean it has revenge, pettiness, perversion, and a little toxic sprinkled on top. I have been a long time listener of your show, and I must say you guys are molded from different clay out there. I fucking love it!
Now my confession goes back to when I was with my on again, off again ex girlfriend. For the longest time I had something in my gut that told me that she was cheating.
Now this cod have been just guilt from me cheating on her alot at first, but the thing is my emotion wasn't jealousy fuling my fire. It was excitement! Just thinking about it now is getting my cock hard, and blood racing.
So I decided let's find out if this feeling is accurate or not. Which is weird I have before or since my ex played detective with another partner because none of them were worth the time, because they will never ever have a hold over me like she did.
Now trust me I have tried, but no one is even worth giving my full love. I know my worth, and trust me I'm priceless. So I go through her phone, email, text, direct messenger, Facebook Messenger, etc… FUCKING NOTHING!!!
I was so fucking disappointed, but not because I could find evidence to through in her first and dump her…. Fuck no! I wanted to just jerk off right there looking at the evidence of here sneaky linking with some random bloak.
Naked pics, Sexting, or the least the start of something. Now for the record if I was to find something of that nature. That would have had to have physical and sexually level only.
Anything that would have been that would have been emotional. I would've called it quits, because shit can get dangerous when emotions are involved. So I went as far as renting a car so she doesn't notice me parked outside her apartment building.
She had a nasty habit of leaving her blind slightly opened. This night they were open enough I can see inside of her living room. So I had the perfect spot. I decided to drop my pants down to me when you have my cock out.
She was going to cheat I wouldn't want to enjoy every minute of it. After all of that all I got was her do was watch TV while relaxing on the couch. What a waste of time and money.
So I linked up with my brother that night. He had to chicks with him. I met up with them, hit it off with one of the chicks, and enjoyed one the sloppest blow jobs I've ever received at the time.
Even though I never caught her cheating. We did have a lot of fun with other couples, and situations. So my wish was granted. For those who think that was just awful.
As Savage always say. "PLEASE EAT A DICK!!" She was no saint from leaving me starnded in a blizzard to stealing money out of accounts, and I mean all of my money.
So I had sex sex with random hookups in her place, bed,car,couch, and would hoped that she walked in on me while I was fucking. Just never was meant I guess.
Hope you enjoy the confession!
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My wife left me for another woman. Good for her, and me. I was tired of her constant bitching, her continued complaints about how I kept her in such miserable conditions. A four bedroom house is not enough when you are a bitch. In any event, she and her friend are having financial difficulties and she came to me and demanded that I send her money, because she was my wife.
Typical self indulged women who never grow up. I told her if I sent money over, then I could come over and take which ever woman was available and bend her to my will. The money she wants, but not the price. She took the money and told me not to come over and upset her friend, only her. Out of marital duty, she said.
We were off the main flow of the party and just chatting. Then I started flirting and he was flirting. Not sure how or who started it. This was my dads friend who was complimenting me. And a little touching as he tickled me. It was fun, exciting, and arousing all at the same time. Then he kissed me. As I pushed off, he started rubbing my crotch. Now I was wanting and allowing him to kiss and touch me. Next his hand is down my pants. And am feeling emboldened, so I rubbed his pants. On the outside, his dick felt thick and hard. I didn't have the courage to reach down his pants and verify it it was really that big. We remained fully dressed except my shirt he had unbuttoned enough to expose my braless tits. The perfect ones he said he had always adored in so many ways. One hand was on my tits as he licked and sucked. His other was fingering my pussy making it noisy and slushy. This was the best sex I ever had. I was biting my lip trying to keep quiet. As soon as I was about to come, we heard someone approaching. We quickly broke off and parted. He returned to the party and I went to my room. For at least an hour that night I fantasized and masturbated having multiple orgasms.
Now he wants more and I tell him it was a mistake. I said in case you didn't know, I am only 16, a virgin, and I don't act that way. And that he should just consider himself lucky to catch me at that time and place. But now we must move on and pretend it never happened.
If he's around for my 18th birthday party, I want to pickup where we left off. He's very attractive and obviously turns me on.
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There is a person I really like. They go to class with me and are so pretty and smart. They make me smile and laugh all the time. I wish I wasn’t a girl so I could like her back.
I am a 72 year old curvy woman who loves the smell of dirty cock especially 18 year old students. I live in a bed & breakfast in South Sea Portsmouth and get and lot of young men staying for the odd week or two attending the local collage. When they go off to collage I rummage through their dirty laundry. There is always one who has very soiled underpants and full of cum stains and skid marks I take these and put them over my head and sniff the fishy crotch whilst rubbing my soaking pussy with another filthy pair. As soon as I get a whiff of the deep skid marks I have an orgasm into their dirty gusset. I like to leave my dirty panty corselets in the bathroom hamper for them to cum into. One boy cum in my cups and I remember catching him. I gave him a spanking over my lap and he shot his load over my stockings. I made him lick the spunk off my stocking tops. He licked all the way up to my soaked pussy. Oh those dirty young men.
I broke up with my ex in February. It really hurt because he cheated with my best friend. In April l started drunk texting his best friend who had feelings for me. I did too but we couldn't date because of my ex so we became friends with benefits. I feel kinda guilty
I have been very naughty. Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day in the South-East of England and I was at home alone, so I decided to do a bit of sunbathing. So I put my fairly small bikini on and I went to the bottom of our garden just outside our summer house and started sunbathing. After a while my next door neighbour, a man in his 60s poked his head over the fence and asked me how I was and if I fancied a nice cold drink. I said yes and he soon appeared with a tray containing a jug of lemonade and two glasses. It was ice-cold and delicious.
I told him that I was just about to go topless (which was lie) when he put his head over the fence and laughing I said he should have waited for a few minutes. He said he couldn't believe how bad his luck was but never mind and with that he reached behind me and pulled my bikini tie open and pulled my top off.
I thought I should have been shocked but I wasn't, we just lazed around chatting for a while, me with my ample breasts on display and him being very cool about it. It's a nice day out there today and I just know I am going to go out and sunbathe topless again and this time with my very tiny bottom on. In fact it is so tiny that I have just had a little tidy up down there.
But I am so frightened that my husband will find out.
I'm f16 and I'm dating a guy (18) and he's the love of my life. I love him so much. We've been together for almost 3 years and have been sexually active for two. He has never cheated on me and loves me so much. Last summer I was talking to another guy I was going to school with and it turned into more than just talking. We started sexting and eventually we had sex. It was different because I had been with my boyfriend for so long and I was really nervous. Since then we've only seated but we plan on fucking tomorrow after school. He has a huge dick and it felt really good. My boyfriend is kind of small and it doesn't really please me all the time. He doesn't know I'm fucking one of his friends but his dick is so good I just keep going back for more.
I am visiting my parents of the holidays and I got here a week ago.
Last weekend I decided to you to a club and meet some old friends I haven't seen in a while.
I got there early and decided to get drunk at the bar while waiting.
After a short while, this girl from high school ( I am now in college) came to me and started chatting me up.
Back then, I was madly in love with her but she just used me for rides and money and booze.
She broke my heart.
After some talking she confessed to me that she had serious financial problems and that she didn't knew how to pay for her next semester at college.
I was kinda drunk at this point, so I told her "I'll give you 200 bucks for a blow job" she considered it for maybe half a second and then agreed.
After the agreed I just took off with the words "I just wanted to see how desperate you are".
That was my revenge for breaking my heart in high school !!!
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Hello all, I'm a Mid 30's married British Indian guy with a below average cock. My wife is gorgeous thick Indian woman size 14 38dd's and extremely vanilla! It's taken me years to get her into toys. the thought of another cock scares her! But I would love her to be a full size queen at the command of a real bull with a proper cock to satisfy her with. While I'm locked in chastity and humiliated. I think of all the fucked up shit I would have to do, get her ready to be fucked, bathing her shaving her getting her best lingerie ready that she only wears for a bull never for me... only for it to come back ruined after she has been used! Be their personal slave and errand boy obeying every humiliating command given. Guiding big dicks into her, lining them up before gaping her ass licking her pussy as she gets fucked, cleaning up her creampies. I fantasise about my humiliation, forced bi, only being able to fuck her using the bulls used condom, getting them to cum over my pillow ... work clothes etc. Watching them fuck and cumming over her wedding rings only to make her sick up all the cum!
I don't know why this turns me on so much but it does!
Is this normal??
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I was 15 years old and always getting laughed in school by boys older than me. Couldn't do a damn thing about defending myself because I would have gotten my ass kicked in. I always felt embarrassed when they bullied me in front of girl that tagged along with them just to have fun. One day they caught me on the far side of the baseball field and girls telling them to pull my pants down. I don't think they would have done it if girls wouldn't have said that. I remember being carried by my arms and legs behind the baseball equipment shed with my pants and underwear pulled down and turned over so girls could see my penis. I died a thousand death when I looked up and saw those giggling girls looking at my penis and pulling my shirt up so it wouldn't cover it. Couldn't do anything else but swallow my shame and hang there with girls getting a cheap thrill and laughing their heads off. I got stripped bullied and probably not the only boys that this has happened to and ashamed about tell any one. It's what older boys do to younger ones just for kicks. It's a horrible thing that only time will partly make you forget.
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