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I am a person who can easily memorize all kind of stuff. But not important stuff, only stuff no one needs. For example birthdays of celebrities and embarrassing things of other people. When I meet people I often pretend not to know something about them they told me ages ago because I don't want to be called a creep.
I am a nurse, single, attractive, 33 years old. I agreed to let a guy do me once for $500.00. I hated it.
I was 15 and my cousin was 12. She constantly came up to my house for her dinner. One day, she stayed overnight. There was only space in my room so she slept in a blow up bed. I went to sleep early that night since I stayed up until 4 the night before. At around 1 she woke me up, she asked what sex was like. Being 15 I didn't actually know, she asked me if I wanted to find out, but before I could answer she'd already taken her bra off. Her breasts were quite large for her age. She jumped onto my bed and started crawling towards me. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her breasts, they were incredibly soft and smooth. But before she could do anything else, I reminded her that we were cousins and she quickly jumped back into her bad, putting on her bra that she had taken off earlier.
In our house is only one toilet but we are 5 people. So it happens from time to time that the toilet is occupied for a longer time; If I have to go very urgently, I often take a bowl out of the kitchen and do my business in this bowl. Because of the smell I put it in one of my closets and it can happen that I forget about it until I open that closet again.
I was a long time cross dresser. I had girl friends cuckold me and dress me as a slut. I enjoyed being a girl and became sexually excited putting on female clothing. When I got married I never told my wife but she found my stash of female clothing. She thought I was steeling items of clothing from women I was having sex with.
I had to confess I was a cross dresser which she did not believe. I has to dress to prove it to her. She was disturbed by all this at first but after several months later she told me to dress like a girl when at home. This was not a choice it was a demand. I dressed with the items I had which made me look like a whore/prostitute. When she told me she was going to take me down town to get some new outfits dressed like a whore I broke down and cried bagging her to not make me go. I won and did not have to go to town dressed like I was.
. She returned with plastic pants and diapers which I now wear all the time. She told me that since I was a baby she would have to treat me like one. My pacifiers are all little short fat cocks that I suck on. I am only allowed to dress as an adult baby girl now at all times. When she goes to town her sister comes over and watches me. When my wife leaves her sister spanker me and makes me nurse on her tits. I am referred to as "sissy baby" or "babykins".
I was casually watching porn in my room when my phone connected to a bluetooth speaker and my whole house heard it
I am pro capital punishment and abortions. I don't know if this counts as sin.
#abortions #pro #counts #sin #confession
It all started when I was laying with my cousin on her couch and she told me she wanted a massage but I had to cover my eyes. She held my hand and started rubbing her nipples then she told me to go wait for her in the other room. She asked me if I wanted to see where my hand was and I definitely agreed and she took her shirt off and I started playing with her nipples. This went on for a long time and we would usually sleep at each other’s houses. During that she let me rub her pussy and rode me with her clothes on until I decided to fuck her. We both got naked and i made her suck my dick after she stroked it, then told her to lie on her back and hold my hand. I slowly inserted myself inside her and began fucking her tight pussy as she moaned loudly. I fucked her for a while then I came on her stomach.
This all started when I use to wipe my young sister's little cunt, and if mum wasn't around, I pay them to piss on my face, or in my mouth
And now every time I go for a pee, no matter where I am I have to piss on my hand, or loo roll, I such it or lick my hand to taste it.
When I'm in the bath laying down I want a piss I pinch my cock, and then let it shot out, in to my mouth.
I've change my little god daughter's nappy's, where I have to sniff or suck them to taste her piss, I let her lay there naked, so when she piss I lick her
No one has found out yes, and never will...
I’m 21 and I’m kinda dating a 17 year old. I know it sounds weird but hear me out. So we aren’t technically together but we’ve been friends for a while and we go on dates and hang out all the time. I was honestly just fine with being friends. We met through a video game and realized we lived really close to eachother. She started trying to get physical with me first. She would kiss on my neck and try to touch my privates and even sit on my lap. I’ll admit she is very attractive. Tan skin, thick thighs and a nice butt. But I tried to suppress those feelings. We do kiss and makeout sometimes but I’ve been very strict on no sex. She will be 18 in 5 months. But until then I’d feel scared to sleep with her. Her parents are fine with us being together and hanging out. I just don’t think they’d want us to sleep together yet. Any opinions?
I’m a 19 year old girl. I would consider myself straight. I’ve dated guys and I don’t think I could ever date a girl. Even sexually. I’ve watched girl on girl porn and I get off to it but I don’t think I would do anything sexual with a girl. But I have this weird attraction to other girls tongues. Whenever I see pictures and a girl is sticking her tongue out I just get a little turned on. I don’t know why but I find girl tongue so hot especially when they are long and wet. I was with some friends and there was a girl I met for the first time and while we were all hanging out she was sticking her tongue all the way out while making a joke and I got turned on. I just imagined tongue kissing her and sucking her tongue. It’s like if a girl has a sexy tongue I want to turn lesbian for them. Is this weird?
I’m DEADPOOL. That’s right, I’m the real Deadpool. No I’m not crazy. I’ll leave a secret code that only those who really know me could figure it out. WMHRSNSCARDCESCAECKAGCFLFWAHACLJ. Only the few who really know me could decipher that.
I started making up characters as a kid. Deadpool started in the 70’s. That’s right. Your getting the real origin of Deadpool.
I had some old comics. In one of them the Shadow fought a Ninja dressed in Red on a sub. My favorites were Cap & the Avengers, & Batman. But I liked this red ninja. So I made me as a super hero named “Red Ninja” when I was really little. In time the character got a much better name.
Over time he got cooler names. I won’t tell you his real name. My real character he became in my 20’s is very similar to Deadpool. I like mine better.
When I nearly died recently I destroyed all my 1,000’s of characters & their back stories. Old drawings. I’d hoped to one day draw my own comics, or let my children. But I’m near death so it’s not going to happen. No one wanted them. So I shredded them. I had to move into a tiny place. I had some way cool stuff though.
Starting in the early to mid 80’s I sent some of my worst characters & some ideas to Marvel Comics. I was going to use the good ones for my own comics. I’m pretty sure I saw one of my characters vaguely in a comic. Very vaguely. Either way I got some No Prizes. Empty envelops. The first one I wrote & said I didn’t get a prize. The prize was no prize, an empty envelope. You just give them ideas for characters; stories. But it becomes their property. You give it away.
Well; somewhere around 1990 or so; while in college, I decided to send Marvel one of my mediocre characters. I kept the best to myself. I was offered an art scholarship, but pursued other stuff.
Please realize I “gave” them the character. Just a rough idea. I did not give them my real character. I honestly don’t even remember what all I wrote in the letter.
In no way am I claiming anything beyond a rough idea. They apparently took a vague idea & made something cool out of it. So the character is completely theirs. I merely gave them a seed to plant & grow. Im not even certain they used my idea. The visual; mannerisms, & name make me convinced they did. Either way; I gave it away for fun, so who cares.
Around this time I was still collecting comics; but I stopped. That’s why I mailed this to them. My life was fixing to change dramatically. No more time for childish things. No more collecting comics. So since I doubted I’d ever pursue my comic ideas; I gave Deadpool (not my characters real name) away as a joke. I wanted to see if “I” could live on in the comic books, in case I died on a battle field. I loved Marvel. If they thought him/me worthy of being a super hero/villain, then it would mean my much better characters would be cool if I ever made my own comics. I had 100’s better than Deadpool.
Well I forgot all about it. No more kids stuff for me. My kids got into all the super hero stuff many years later. One day my daughter said dad. You have got to watch this movie called “Deadpool”. He’s just like you. I scratched my head. Realize my character has a different name. But I’m pretty sure I called the alternate less fleshed out version of red ninja; the bad “punisher” like pretend version of me, “Deadpool”. The one I mailed Marvel.
She said he’s just like you. The guy who plays him looks a lot like you (not really. But I am attractive. And I married a beautiful woman). He talks endless trash. Is always trying to be funny. Uses two swords and guns at once. Wears a red ninja outfit. Never shuts up. Cusses. Can do all that ninja gymnastics stuff like you. He’s you. Huh? That did sound like me.
So I watched the movie; remembered sending the idea to Marvel, & laughed my butt off. She asked what was funny. I said that is me. That’s really me as a super hero. I mailed that idea to Marvel before I married your mom way back in college. I didn’t know they made it into a super hero. Of course she didn’t believe me.
Now let’s be clear. I’m not taking credit for the character or anything. I can’t even remember what I mailed them. I had been drawing characters since age 7 or so. Red Ninja had been me since the 70’s.
I was finally giving up buying & collecting comics. No more drawing & expanding characters. I was putting all of that away & growing up. Time to leave college & start life. I never thought of that stuff again till she made me watch the movie. She was right though; that was me, especially back in the late 80’s & early 90’s.
I won’t bore you with the whole story & details. Nor can I remember what all I actually even mailed them. But either way; I gave it to them. Looks like they used it. I was hoping someone would turn it into a character. That if I died I’d still be alive in a sense as a super hero. Just a private joke. So in my mind anyways; I pulled one on Marvel, got them to turn me into a super hero of sorts.
So since I have no clue what I mailed them I’ll show why my daughter saw the similarities. She had seen me training with two swords at once. And two knives. She’d seen me throw weapons & shoot guns with both hands. I’m an expert marksman with near any weapon, with both hands.
I do know martial arts. I have easily beaten multiple black belts with my mixed fighting style in training. I have extremely fast reflexes. Makes me really hard to fight. When I sent it in I had finally managed to slim my muscular body down from 275 lbs to under 250. To para jump or slide down ropes out of copters you must weigh under 250. I was so lean and low fat I had cuts & veins everywhere. I thought Deadpool having healing powers like Wolverine would be great. Instead of claws he’d use two swords & pistols like me. He’d have my agility; athletic ability; super strength (I was a power lifter). Only magnified for comics of course. I’m the lame real life version.
I was very conceited about my appearance & abilities. I talked endless trash. Cussed none stop. I never shut up. I still have a constant smile. I try to be funny and constantly try to make people smile & laugh. A crowd once watched me fight several men. They say I was turning flips. Doing crazy moves. Like Deadpool. And the whole time I was telling jokes and talking trash. That’s true. Like Deadpool.
I used to run track. I could nearly touch the top of a basketball backboard. Great at long jumping.
I was being trained by an ex special forces relative & was intending to join the military soon, which is why I mailed off the idea for Deadpool to Marvel. Letting go of my childish ways. Would be no more time for that. After I mailed it off o bought no more comics. Drew no more characters. I was done.
I had a relative of sorts who used to work with me some. He was impressed by my marksmanship. He had been a soldier & then soldier for hire. Mercenary. I was a great marksman so he thought I should try that after the military.
Well in high school & college I found myself living in this high crime gang controlled inner city. At night it was a war zone. Cops were afraid to come in there at night. So if you got caught up in something you were on your on. Like the fight I just talked about.
Starting as a little kid I used to fight to protect others. I slowly learned to mostly be quiet & passive in school. Until I moved into the gang area. Sometimes I’d fight to protect others. But not in front of teachers. At school I had fought to protect any weak loner. I don’t care what color you are. Religion. Gay. I would protect anyone. In my eyes we are all the same.
Well; those of you who work & goto school full time know, your rarely home. At night I’d wake up to gang activity. Screaming. Gun fire. Fights. People buying & selling drugs. Drug dealers are the root problem in these neighborhoods.
I’ve fought and been chased by gangs in high school. Been shot at just for walking home. Kids on those streets know what I’m talking about. I learned to mind my own business. But a few times I had to go out into the dark night. Batman.
Ninja movies were getting popular. I always trained with two knives & pistols at this time. So now I added two ninja swords.
So around the time I sent this to Marvel I’d snuck out at night & stopped a few crimes when I heard screaming. Usually only for a woman or child. Not dressed as a ninja. I’m the real guy.
I’ll give one example. I heard a woman yelling for help. I went running out. A very large man was trying to attack her with an ax handle. Trying to break thru her window. She was protecting her child. So I fought & disarmed him. Made him run away. Then I had to talk to the cops. Witnesses confirmed my story & I got off. People would watch. But not interfere. I’m lucky people liked me enough to speak up for me a couple of times. Had it been gangs they probably would not have. No one calls the cops on drug dealing gangs. They will do drive byes & stuff. Unlike Deadpool, I can’t magically heal.
I only did these things a few times. Real life isn’t a movie. But my friends had saw me in action. My wife had told my kids those stories & about the time she watched me fight & save another woman. And of course talk to the cops yet again.
In real life once you save the day; you then get to talk to cops; teachers, bosses. You get kicked out of school; paddled; almost arrested; fired. Real life isn’t a movie.
So Deadpool wasn’t really me. He was like an alter me. A bad version of me. He would go off into the military for special forces like I was planning. Be a Merc like I was contemplating. But he’d be half nuts. He’d decide to take out drug dealers and criminals to stop crime at the source. You know that voice in your head that you ignore. Hey go do this. You know better from listening to that voice as a kid. Don’t listen to that crazy voice.
That is the real problem in these neighborhoods. Drugs fuel the gangs. Addiction destroys people. Gangs strike fear in neighborhoods. Everyone is afraid to call or speak to cops. Cops are afraid to come there at night. They arrive way too late & in large numbers. By the time they do it’s usually too late.
So the goofy one in the movies does act a lot like me. Obvi I’m no nutt super hero. I’m the real guy. I based the character off me. I like what they did with it. Totally different from me. As I said; I mailed in a very vague idea. They appear to have developed it into something cool. But I can’t take credit for any of that. But the behavior & general description are so much like me that my daughter realized it when she watched the movie. They’ve all seen me get right up in the face of would be tough guys and talk trash; joke, & cuss just like Deadpool. They’ve seen me lift up very heavy weight. Shoot two pistols at once. Train with two swords. On & on. I have that endless grin on my face. Im the real Deadpool.
So where did the name Deadpool come from? As a child I was an amazing marksman. I never missed. Some vets nicknamed me Eagle eye & Deadeye. I liked Clint Eastwood. So I called the bad; drug dealer pretend version of me Deadpool. Pretty sure I sent that name in with the idea. But it’s not important.
There was a real Hollywood game. People tried to predict who would die. Then bet money (a pool). So this Deadpool version of me would instead pick which deadly criminals should die. He’d take their drug dealing money. That would be his income. His “pool” of money. Plus; Eastwood had a movie out around that time, “the Deadpool”. I think I was watching it on VHS when I wrote the letter.
Clint Eastwood played a vigilante in Dirty Harry movies. I preferred the spaghetti westerns.
So since I don’t think I’ll be alive much longer I thought I’d secretly confess that I’m convinced I’m the basis for Deadpool. I don’t care if anyone believes me. I did specifically tell them they could have the idea. I did ask them to turn it into a character for Marvel comics. I didn’t send them the real character. He was much more complex and pure. Instead I sent them something I thought people would want to watch & read. This was in the rap anti establishment days. No one liked Cap anymore. I’m a whole lot more like Cap. But no kidding. As I type this there are ninja swords hanging above my bed. There are two pistols on a nightstand by two knives. As I said; Im the real Deadpool. Well; sort of.
What do I look like? Well I’m very sick now. But I’m very lean. Weigh about 255. Very muscular. I was born with blond hair & blue eyes. People say I’m attractive. And I act “a lot” like the character in the movie still to this day. That’s why when my kids first saw the first Deadpool movie they ran in there saying dad, your in a movie, you’ve got to come see this. And yes; I am really that cocky. I’m convinced no one can beat me. I did learn to shut up at times. But I talk endless crap. I crack endless jokes. I never shut up. I have a crap eating grin non stop. I did not go into the special forces for a very good reason. Nor did I become a mercenary. I’m afraid the real me isn’t overly impressive.
I am no kidding wearing a shirt that’s blue with stars on the top. Alternating red and white vertical stripes on the bottom. I just realized that when I looked down. My kids had them made for me I guess. They look like one offs.
OK kids of mine. There it is. Let’s see if you can figure out my code. No one else ever will. I’ll give one of you a clue. See if you can surf the web and find this. Decipher the code. Prove I wrote it. You asked me to tell someone I invented Deadpool. That would be wrong. You can’t give something away. Ask someone to make something of it. Then try to take credit. So here it is. No name or proof. But my admission. One more joke. If you find this and read this have a good life. Now you know where I got the idea. From an old The Shadow comic I owned. Why did I like the red ninja? He was better than the shadow. That’s why when I sent the character to Marvel. Instead of sending them the real character that red ninja became; which I will not reveal here, I gave them a meaner version. A “Punisher” like version. A soldier for hire who didn’t just cross the line; he became a criminal of sorts. Much like Wolverine was in a comic or two. Dark. The opposite of me. Like alternate Superman.
I am very proud of you that you saw me in the way Deadpool acted. You even pointed out how I used to pull your legs & claim I could block bullets with my swords. That’s obvi a lie. But I’m still pretty good for a real person.
#deadpool #red #ninja #fun #laugh #funny #laughter #comic #comics #book #admission #riddle #code #drug #drugs #gang #fight #athlete #athletic #merc #mercenary #mouth #trashtalking #cuss #cussing #gymnast #agile #agility #gymnastics
I have been married for 12 years now, I have cheated on my husband several times while out of town on business.
I confess my sinful nature and my sexual sin of adultery and viewing pornography and pray God's forgiveness and protection. I pray he wash over my sin and bring me closer to Him. I repent of these sins and pray God permanently turn my heart from them.
My mother has very unrealistic views of the world or life in general. She uneducated, loud and embarrassing. She has an opinion to everything and is very much known for declaring them to everyone who will listen. She spends a lot on money on useless crap, decorating the house with weird shit. She's not working.She has this really big tooth gap which makes her look even more stupid.She works in retail for over 30 years now and she's still not capable of dealing with costumers. She thinks she knows everything and is the best at everything. And now she thinks she needs to belittle me, because I do not want to live in this small dump she calls home. I moved to a bigger city, far far away from her and living my dream of being an architect. She thinks I am stupid to leave my hometown behind and that I will be coming back crying some day because the big city is too scary for me.Fuck you! I am so happy without you!!!I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU.
#hate #anger #mother #mom #mum #confession #movingaway #stupid #embarrassing #dream #uneducated
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
I have a crush on my male cousin Jared. Even though he's older than me and he has a gf and a baby.
I'm male, 21 years old and I've got serious trust issues.
Me and my girlfriend actually meet every day, in school, after school, on the weekend, in the holidays. We are together for almost half a year now. When we are not together (what doesn't happen very often), I always carry my mobile phone around. For the case she's calling or texting or something.
And when she doesn't text me back within... let's say 5 minutes... I become anxious, nervous and impatient.
I always imagine that I said/texted something wrong, that she's mad at me or that she doesn't want me anymore.
Or I think that she's betraying me or anything like that.
Last saturday, I thought she went out with some of her friends, so I texted her around 11 pm and then I waited and waited and waited and waited and waited and she didn't write me back. I really got worried and thought she would never contact me again. The night was horrible. I couldn't sleep properly, I was staring at my phone the whole night.
Next day, around 11.30 am, she texted me that she was so stressed the last night that she fell asleep around 9 pm and that she hadn't gone out with her girls.
All night long, I was a total wreck, I imagined all the worst things to happen.
I haven't told her about this because it's kind of embarrassing and I don't want her to feel sorry for me or anything.
#girlfriend #anxious #nervous #impatient #betrayal #embarrassing
For some reason when my wife was pregnant I was sort of "put off" by her big belly. I didn't fuck her much throughout any of the three pregnancies, maybe an average of 5 times during each pregnancy and at least 2 of those were anal fucks.
Lately I've been turned on by pregnant women and milking women. I've started paying to fuck pregnant milking, and just milking women. I have an ongoing adult nursing relationship with one woman I milk her tits every afternoon on the way home from work. I have paid other women to milk them and fuck them. I have been with 5 different women who were from 6 to 8 months pregnant, and paid to fuck them each several times. I will only fuck a hairy pussy pregnant woman or girl though, shaved pussy with a preggo belly for some reason just doesn't do it for me.
The adult nursing started as a once in a while thing, with no sex, though I did pay her extra for us both to be naked, she'd had her baby and got her super hot teen body back very quickly. Even without the milk she had very large C cups, now they are bigger. She announced that she was going to stop milking within a month. She was a single mother with a 4 year old and a new baby from different fathers. I offered and she accepted, I pay her rent and utilities, and she keeps her milk flowing. She is always naked, the baby is weened, and the four year old watches me suck his moms tits dry while she moans like the little 19 year old slut she is. She has gotten where she will now jack me off while I do it, and I started insisting that I rub her clit while I nurse and she cums about 4 to 6 times every session. I haven't stuck it in her yet, but I want to. I'd love to get her knocked up again and get double for my money, nursing and a preggo to fuck. I am not sure that will happen since I'm 33 years her senior, but I think if I wait until she really needs something and needs more money, I can get into her pussy. Once I can do that, especially if I get her pregnant, I'll have her so hooked on the money I can keep fucking her for a while. I still see two hookers who are pregnant and will keep fucking them until they deliver. I love that there is another mans baby inside them while I fuck their pussies, suck on their big tits and hold onto those big bellies. One is married and the baby is her husbands, he knows she gets paid to fuck while pregnant, I even fucked her with him in the living room watching TV. The other is a single mom, who got knocked up at a group bang where she was the center of attention. After they deliver, the single one has agreed to let me be the first one to fuck her after the doctor allows it.
I think back on my wife having been pregnant 3 times over 8 years, and think that I could easily have had 8 to 10 years of nursing on her tiny little titties, which grew to a nice B cup when filled with milk. I'd loved to have seen them deflate every day as I sucked them dry. I really missed out on doing that to her.
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