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It's my best friend's birthday today. And since we are little (she's 30 as of today), we used to wish each other happy birthday at exactly 12pm midnight. If we couldn't be with each other we skyped, talked on the phone or texted.
This year, I totally forgot. I talked to her on the phone yesterday, we also talked about her birthday and I still couldn't remember it!!!
I don't know if she's sad or something. I texted her as soon as I realized and she replied normally.
Uff, what a faux pas!!
#birthday #midnight #happy #song #fauxpas #shit #friend #bff
I only went on this app just so I can have an alternative to forgive me from welcome to the game and maybe confess a sin or two, but the main part is I'm really annoyed about all the lust sins on this app from 2 commenters that keep
sending picture links to every comment section to having sex with their partner or new partner to the indecent exposure and
the bondage and the thots, everything else I've been seeing aside from that is drug addicts, people that don't enjoy their living conditions, or had a surprise they weren't hoping for (I'm alright with those and can tolerate some of the lust sins) but then there's what people comment on this app as said with the 2 links but then there's toxic and like 1 or 2 isn't toxic ( an example is there was a confession about someone being someone that would break up with their bf to get more popular and was wondering if they'd get even more popular if they offer there self and one comment said kys lol) only some are saying they relate to a sin or make suggestions on how to get help
Not sure how to start this so here goes.
I am a 52 year old married mother with 3 girls. Iv always been in good shape always been active. I have a great job and a house I've built up and im proud of in a nice area in Manchester. I think I'm still young and can turn heads even at my age.
Im 5,9 slim but I have a big bottom haha and it gets me noticed.
My daughters are all grown up and only one of them still lives at home. My girls have always brought boys home, some cute some not but id never thought much into it. Iv had affairs in past (and no my husband does not no so lets hope he never does find out hehe) and still occasionally will have sex with strangers if I'm in the mood, they always want to put it in my bottom hehe.
my daughter lets call her K who still lives at home finally got serious with a nice guy he's a bit older then K she is in her mid 20s and he is 32. They are saving up for a house. We will call him B.
I never really noticed or even thought about B in a sexual way for the longest of times until one summer I was sat in the garden in my summer dress, I was sat on the decking messing on my phone. its was a hot day, myself and B was the only two home that day. I didn't think much of it at first but B came out to the back where I was sitting, we talked for a bit about day to day life and suddenly B sits straight infront of me.
I honestly didn't think at first I just talked and answered questions he asked. When id look up to talk back to him i would just catch his eye roll back up to my face level. That's when I realised what he was doing, he was taking a good look at my knickers.
My first reaction was to shut my legs. I was shocked at first and angry, I wanted to punch the pervert, I asked him if he would get me a drink. Of course he said, as he was standing up he placed his hand over his crotch to push down his thick hard dick and thats when the dirty slag in me came out. As soon as he was out of sight i stood up and pulled my now wet knickers as far up my arse crack and pussy as they would go, I rubbed my pussy for a few seconds just to be sure there was a damp patch on them.
I sat back down with my knees together, I was so turned on by what i was about to do. I was going to give this dirty fucker what he wanted a good view of a real milfs wet pussy.
B come back outside with a nice cold drink and again one hand on his crotch.
As he passed me the drink i told him to sit, we talked for what seemed like hours, I was so nervous and unsure but I thought fuck it. With a big smile on my face as we talk i slowly opened my legs.
OMG is all I can say. The boy couldn't take his eyes off my dirty cunt he wanted it so bad.
B likes to return the favour whenever he can by showing me bits here and there but last week he got really brave, I was sat in the kitchen talking to my daughter when B walks in the room in just his robe. I could see straight away it was adjusted to benefit me, he walk over to me and sat next to me, my daughter was on the other side of the room talking but not paying attention to anything else other then what she was doing. He sat next to me sideways on so he was facing me.
I could only steel a look every now and then but slowly and surly the robe parted from his legs until this think hard cock was in plan view.
My god if my daughter wasn't home or even in another room i would sucked that dick like it the last dick i would ever see again. It looks beautiful. He stayed like that for a while and I was finding it hard to control myself needles to say i fucked myself silly that night and have been doing since just thinking about what one day I will let him do to me.
We haven't had sex or even talk about it. Things are at a stage of we both know what's happening but we haven't talked about it I don't know how to take things further or if i should.
we are very touch and feel with each other and i will be honest i look for any reason to text him and I think he also looks for any reason to text me, he can be forward in his text so I play it down but I want nothing more then to let this young man do what he wants to me.
Anyway if feels good getting this out in the open
XOXO
When I was 13 I had this best friend Ryan who was also 13.. One day we were talking about sex and somehow I was able to get him to admit that he might try gay sex. I was also pretty turned by the thought of trying it but I didn't admit it. Then I told him he could suck my dick. He said he didn't want to but I told him he should anyway. I guess this where I was a real jerk because I told him if he didn't want me telling everyone what he told me then he'd better do it. I'll always feel guilty about the fear I saw in his eyes. I pulled my shorts down. I was already hard. It was really awkward. He had no idea what he was doing but I enjoyed it anyway. I'll never forget what it was like to see my dick in his mouth for the first time. He sucked and licked it for awhile until he said his jaw hurt. So I told him to give me a handjob and he did until I came. We didn't talk about until a week or so later I asked if he would do it again. He said yes and this time he was a lot better and seemed to enjoy. He was sucking away when I started to cum. It felt so good. He pulled me out I knew he got some in his mouth. Well after that it became a regular thing. In time he even started to swallow. But I never touched him. Truth was I really wanted to but I was afraid. I guess I thought I wasn't being gay if only did it to me. Then halfway through the school year his dad got a new job and they had to move. I felt so sad. And I felt bad for how I'd been. Just before he moved we were together and I told him I wanted to suck him. He seemed surprised. Man I sucked him as good as I could and swallowed my first load. I loved it. We had one last time together when he slept over at my house. We spent the whole night together naked in my bed. I can honestly say we made love that night. It's one of my favorite memories. I never saw him again.
I married a much older woman, very active in crafting, quilting, sewing, and not very affectionate or loving, due to childhood trauma which she never would discuss, except in the vaguest terms. She never was interested in sex, but felt that a certain minimal attention to her "investment" was required. As I gradually revealed the depths of my obsession with total-enclosure confinement, she discovered that this had an addictive pleasure for her damaged psyche, and she participated with staggering cooperation and enthusiasm, exploring the limits of such behavior methodically and mercilessly. We live in an old rambling house, with many alterations over the years, and the den I turned into a sewing room for her, contained an alcove about eight feet by four, with a door-sized opening into it. At her insistence, I turned it into a sound-proof cell, with a wrought-iron 'barred' door, under a heavy sound-proofed outer door, into the sewing room. And there I lived, permanently, with a small mattress, a chair, and a bucket. There were various methods of totally enclosing me, from total sensory deprivation leather helmets, locked in place, to strait-jackets, full-head ex-Russian Army gas-masks, with or without sight, and with brass valves epoxied into the filter receptacle, as a substitute for the rubber hose that had dangled from the 'snout' to loose-fitting latex suits with attached hoods, feet and mittens. Once zipped up the back to the neck, and down the back of the hood so the metal tags met, and could share a brass padlock, they were inescapable. So she sewed and quilted, with her new-age music, as I stood at the barred door, often in forced silence, sometimes tied to it, with my goodies protruding through the bars, waiting for her to take a 'break' and torture me with lengthy orgasm denial, driving me to the point of insanity, with need to come, before going back to her 'work' leaving me in silent, agonizing frustration, until the next 'break'! This was fascinating stuff for a masochistic bondage freak like me, and when I was able to speak, I told her how much I loved and appreciated her, which made her quite girlish! Months went by, in agonies of orgasm delay and denial, and any time I got out, to carry out some chores, or get showered, she threatened me with a stun gun, until I resumed my 'rightful' position. Then one day her mother arrived to visit, at the age of about seventy-five, and I was shut away behind the soundproof door. Until suddenly it opened, and I was introduced to the white-haired harridan, who soon made it plain she thought her daughter was much too easy-going with me, and encouraged her to go off to a quilting festival out of state, leaving me at the tender mercies of this dreadful old woman! She was incredibly horny, still! She took me to her bed, in the guest room, strait-jacketed, and raped me over and over, my mouth filled with her tobacco-tasting tongue, her spry old body moving on top of me in slow intense, endless couplings, which she controlled by threat, into the length of time that satisfied her. To make a long story short, she moved in permanently, and her daughter told her she could do what she wanted with me, as it was all too much trouble for her, anyway! They're reading this over my shoulder, approvingly, and now it's time to return to my cell.
I walked in on my son masturbating. I am embarresed. Now that I saw his penis, I keep wondering if he is that big or my husband is that small. So curious that I am googling average size. I am wrong but cannot help but think my husband is puny.
#embarresed #sizematters #huge #puny #son #husband #penis #masturbating #curious
I do not know what to do and I feel so guilty right now. My mother passed away in 2011 and I held her in my arms when she died. After the funeral, the rumours started. Even my sister, who is now not a part of my life anymore because I cut her out, accused me of killing our mother. This was especially hard for me. And now, 8 years later, I still have to listen to those accusations. They say that I treated my mother badly and that I had hit her. I have to disagree. No, I did not! I never hit my mom, but I of course was not the picture perfect son. I made mistakes and I am very sorry for them. I do not pray as often as others might do, but I think about mom all the time. I look after my mother's grave and bring flowers regularly and when I am there I am talking to her and asking her for forgiveness for all the mistakes I made.
Do you think she can hear me?
I think I might be a murderer after all... Am I a bad person? I start to think that I am. I would like to apologize here once more for how I treated my mother some times. I was a teenager and had my own head. I asked for her forgiveness, but is that enough?
Shortly after she died she visited me in my dreams, but now everything is empty. There are only nightmares.
But I will try to get better. To get a better person.
I promise, Mom.
xx
#mom #deceased #died #mother #grave #murderer #sister #empty #lonely #confession #forgiveness #guilty #bad #person
when i was a teenager mom and dad divorced. mom was drinking a lot and one night i found her sleeping on the couch. her robe had opened up and i could see her boobs and pubic hair. that was the first time i saw a grown up lady nude. i just looked at her and for the first time in my life i was getting sexually excited. i got my camera and took nude pictures of her to look at when i masturbated. i got up the courage to touch her boob. it was so soft and while i was touch her boob i was amazed her nipple got really long and hard. i touched her pubic hair it was soft and fuzzy and a little damp. while touch her pubic hair i discovered she has big things between her legs i later learned it was her labia lips. i moved them around and i was able to put my fingers inside of her.
i hated mom when she was drunk but now i couldnt wait for her to get drunk so i could explore, learn and experience the opposite sex. all my first sexual experiences were with my drunk mother and she never knew what i was doing. the best feeling in the world is being inside of her vaaina
I am a single mother of two. I have a son, who is 7, and a daughter, who is 4. I'd like to confess that I love my son more than my daughter. I know everyone says that you'd love your children equally, but this is not the case.
My son is perfect. My daughter... not so much.
I always wanted two children and I always wanted to have a boy and a little girl. But since my daugher is developing her personality and ACTUALLY becomes a human being with emotions and expressions other than hungry, angry and overjoyed, I cannot seem to cope.
My husband thinks that's normal and it will go away. But I am not so sure.
He is pressuring me to spend more time with her alone ... to bond I guess. But it gets just exhausting after a while.
Of course, I still love her. But she is not the sunshine in my life.
I try to hide it, but I think deep down she knows. I think she can feel it.
#mother #daughter #love #son #preference #equally #heartless #family
I’m suffering from self harm addiction and I’m so guilty because I promised everyone I’d stop but I can’t especially when I have a very bad day
TL;DR: tricked into half naked teaching on Halloween :(
Last Halloween, my first year teaching, a student of mine (8th grade) made me promise to wear whatever costume she got me for Halloween. Didnt think much of it at first as we kept talking about it for weeks leading up. Then the day came, she pulled out a tiny, tiny dallas cowboys cheerleader costume, then plopped the boots for said costume on my desk (this specific one.. https://www.partycity.com/adult-dallas-cowboys-cheerleader-costume-P321838.html). I was immediately alarmed to find how incredible short (and see thru) the shorts were and that I could not fit into the top! (I'm a 34 F breast). Being a woman of my word, I changed into the costume in the teachers bathroom and was promptly horrified by what I saw. so I went back into the classroom in my clothes as before and my students BOO'd me! they even hit me with my own ammo, as I preach keeping promises is paramount. One girl even said "how should we trust you if you lied to us like this?"... So I marched back into the teachers bathroom, put on the top I didn't fit into, slid on the shorts that were basically bikini underwear, and fastened my high healed knee high boots, buckled my huge star clad belt and marched to the door. I opened the door and was met by an eerie silence. All of the students just looked at me with no sounds being made. All of these 14 yr old girls staring at me scanning my body. So I just stood there.. in my tiny little cheerleading outfit, bottom of my breasts not even covered. What did my brilliant self do next? I just started the lesson. I made my worst mistake of all, bending over with my butt FACING the class in these shorts which rode them way up my rear. The class promptly started to giggle as I reached to cover my butt. Mortified, and with no other options in sight, the lesson began.. Social Studies, onto Science, onto Math. I taught it all in front of this class while barely clothed. bending over and reaching for things as few times as possible. Then finally the bell came at noon (half day thank god) and I dismissed the class. As I sat down at my desk I noticed at least 2 students pick up their phones off of their desks, which were covered by books. They were quick to leave, so before I could put two and two together they were long gone out of the school building and off to their weekend. So now I can only wonder if these students were recording the entire thing?
I didn't know what to do, so I just let them go. I couldn't go to the principal and tell her about it. I'd be fired before I could finish the sentence. The class never looked at me the same and always held me in a bit of contempt after that incident. Really horrifying and embarrassing. I don't even want to know if those girls were recording me and what they might have done with that video. fml.
#teacher #students #classroom #cowboys #cheerleader #class #lesson #embarrassing #shame #rookie
I confess that I should be in the dancing school right now. But instead, I'm sitting here, reading confessions.
I missed the last 3 lessons just because I'm too lazy.
#lazy #read #confessions #lesson #missed
I am 44 years old, married and a good mother (I hope I am, at least). I have 4 children, but the younger 2 were both fathered by a teenage friend of my eldest son. He was in high school when he began to first flirt with me, I figured it out but put it down to a teenage crush like boys have on teachers.
He was already tall and quite strongly built, my family are mostly shorter and nice-looking, but not football player types. My son would go to baseball practice, his friend (I will call him J) to football and then they would both come over for some food before heading home. My husband suggested my son (they are not biological father-son) start some extra credit evening classes to help get into a good school, so he started going to the local community college. My younger son was always at the neighbour's house with his best friend. When my husband told J he was welcome to keep coming over for food and drink, it would be just the two of us home (my husband had a long commute and worked late anyway).
After this J's flirting became more pronounced. Earlier he would just tease and stare, now he began to talk about his experience with girls, and even to brush up against me any chance he got. At first I was firm but polite, and careful to keep a distance. But one day he ground his crotch up against my ass, and I felt his hard cock. Even through my skirt and his shorts I could feel it was huge - much bigger than my husbands. I chided him a bit, but couldn't get the thought out of my head. That weekend, I masturbated thinking of J in me.
The next week, he was watching me, and I was waiting for him to touch me again. A few days passed and he didn't. On Thursday he surprised me by coming in the afternoon, saying practice was cancelled and could he please have some lunch. I went to the kitchen and began working, when he grabbed me from behind, cupped my chin and turned my face and stuck his tongue down my throat. I struggled, but he was far too strong. After a long time, he stopped kissing me and gripped my hands behind my back. I was so dizzy and confused, I couldn't speak, just stared at him and he just stared at me. With his other hand he lifted my skirt and pulled my panties off, then pulled his own pants down.
I couldn't see it, but I felt it when his dick entered me. I had never had one that big (I later measured it as over 7 inches and very thick) and I began to gasp. He clapped a hand over my mouth and thrust hard. Luckily my pussy was wet from all the kissing, and I was able to take him without too much pain. I don't remember how long it lasted, but I had an orgasm very soon and he came inside me as well. I was still in a daze when he let me go, when I turned around he was standing over me. I know I had just been raped, but at that moment on a kind of autopilot I put my arms round his neck and kissed him.
He was hard again and picked me up in his arms like I was a doll, and began carrying me upstairs. I asked him not to take me to my marriage bed, so he took me to my eldest son's room. That afternoon, I just kept cumming while staring at a Metallica poster above my son's bed. After that day, every day J would come, kiss me like he was my husband coming home, carry me upstairs and make love to me.
I was 36 at the time and still very fertile. My husband used condoms, as I had thyroid troubles with the pill. J did not use condoms, and for some reason I never asked him. About a month after we started, I found out I was pregnant, and the next year gave birth to Js daughter. To my lasting shame, I concealed everything and tricked my husband into thinking it was his.. J and I continued our liaisons all through my pregnancy, but after that I became busy with the baby and the frequency of our trysts decreased.
A year or so later, my eldest son went off to college, my younger was awarded a scholarship to a residential prep school and moved out too. J was still in town, intending on taking a gap year. With the house now empty, my baby still too young, J once again began coming over daily and I was unable to resist. This time I insisted he use condoms, but sometimes he would just ignore my protests. In November, J left for a job in South America, and shortly afterwards I discovered I was pregnant again. This time I seriously considered an abortion, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I went through the whole charade again, and gave birth to J's son.
This caused a lot of friction in my marriage, as a 2nd unplanned pregnancy was a great strain on our finances. I decided to get a job as soon as the baby was older, which conveniently helped me avoid J when he did come back, and later when he was home from college as well. When he did catch me, we did have some fun (he wouldn't take no for an answer, and I couldn't resist him really) but after he got a job post-college, we have not met.
I am happy with my two young babies, and I know my husband loves them deeply too. It's a gut wrench to deceive him, as he is a wonderful man, but at the same time I feel very liberated and a secret part of me is almost exultant that I had a great affair and came out of it happier than I was before.
After my divorce I started to drink alot. I'm the mother of six children and we were abandoned by my husband and their father. As my drinking processed to get me to the point of becoming a black out drinker and then I would pass out cold. Years later I learned that while I was in the black out point of my drinking I would make sexual advances on one of my sons who was only 13 teen but was the spitting image of his father. I learned that I would try to undress him while also undressing myself. He always rejected me because I'm his mother and I was always piss ass drunk. I must have started something in him because years later I discovered that my 13 year old son started sneaking into my bedroom late at night and would touch and feel me up. This ended with him having sex with me without me knowing anything about it because I was in a black out and passed out cold from so much drink. I only discovered this because I day I was cleaning the basement and I found a hidden box with pictures of me passed out on my bed naked and spread wide open for all to see. I looked at all of the pictures and saw my son with his penis in my mouth and him inside of me having sex. There was over 100 pictures of me and some of him and me. I learned that my son had been having sex with me for over 6 years and I never had a clue. I'm so ashamed of myself for being a drunk.
I am a recently married 40 year old woman who married a guy 4 years younger than me. He is in fantastic shape and treats me wonderful. Our sex is great but I just recently had something happen that has sent my mind and body into another place. i received a text from my sons friend who is 21 about a week ago. He is dating someone who shares the same name as I. When I opened the text it was him holding his fully erect dick. He immediately realized what he did and sent another message explaining the accident. He is complete opposite of any man I have been attracted to. While my husband is 6 foot 1 and very muscular, my sons friend is only 5 foot 8 or so and very skinny. If I had to guess I would say he weighs about 150 but I don't know for sure. My husband weighs 230 so a very big difference. What shocked me was the size of his dick. The absolute biggest I have ever seen. I couldn't compare by numbers obviously because I don't know but it was very thick and even longer than my husbands. It very much so turned me on and I had to convince myself not to like what I saw. Well just a couple nights ago my son brought him over which was nothing new. He came around a lot. My husband and I like to go out and drink and we had been out for a while and made our way back home. When we got back my husband set up the cornhole boards and him and my son started playing. My sons friend went inside to get another beer and without thinking about I did the same. The text never crossed my mind until we got inside. He out of nowhere apologized to me for sending it. Now with it on my mind I told him it was ok he just needed to be careful. Only because I was drunk, I commented right back and told him he shouldnt be stealing pictures from the internet either and I laughed. He looked at me and asked what I meant. I told him obviously that wasn't really him and he shouldn't use someone else's pictures. He laughed a little and said he didn't steal anything. I finally told him that there was no way that was really him and he assured me it really was. I poured 2 shots and said well I'm not gonna ask you to prove it. He looked at me and walked to the window to see what my husband and son were doing and made sure they were still playing. He walked back over and pulled the band to his shorts away so a hand could go down. He said I'm not gonna show you but feel for yourself to get this over wth so we can head back outside. I didn't say a word and grabbed my shot with one hand and he grabbed his shot. I looked at him still holding his shorts away from his body and slammed my shot down and reached in. I grabbed it and it was huge. He let out a small moan when I did and my reaction was to grip a little harder and pull on it. I put my other hand down and used both hands and admitted to him he had the biggest dick I had ever seen and now felt. I felt him gett bigger and inpulled his shorts down and got on my knees in front of it. I hesitated and got very surprised when he forcefully grave the back of my head and fed it in my mouth. He let go and let me suck him and I did without any hesitation at that point. What lasted only seconds I frantically stopped and stood up. He pulled his shorts up and it was sticking straight out like a tent. He turned me around bent me over slightly and pressed it against my pussy and told me if they weren't here he would fuck me right there in the kitchen. He backed away and we poured 2 more shots, took them and went back outside. That night I had sex with my husband and couldn't believe the difference in size. I felt so unsatisfied. At one point when I had him in my mouth I remember thinking how a young 21 year old boy could fuck me so much better than he ever could. I haven't done anything else with my sons friend but i know I wouldn't be able to resist it.
#wife
I highly resent my oldest stepson and secretly count down the days until he leaves for college in 7 years
#bottling #hate #stepson #college #depression
I'm very disappointed at my father to say the least.. I wish he would get arrested coz i know prison is the only place that can save him from himself.
#disappointed #angry #tired #prison
Because I had a cold the last few days I didn't shower. But I had to drive my kids to school nevertheless and I had still some tasks to do. So I took my youngest boy (5 months old) and drove off to buy food. The only thing I could think of while in the store was a hot shower and I decided to drive home quickly to get one.
I bought all the stuff we needed and drove home. In the car on my way home I was sure I forgot something but I just couldn't find out what it was. At home, I immediately hopped under the shower and then I remembered!
I left my little son at the supermarket!!
I got back to the store and indeed, I left my son in his maxi cosi at the cash desk....
I know it's no excuse but I was very sick and I haven't slept for a few days. I can't tell you how sorry I am and this will not every happen again...
I want to confess that I am a terrible mother.
#mother #bad #terrible #cold #sick #shower #kids #forget #son #supermarket #store #confession #sin #despair
My boyfriend left me when i told him I had sex with his father and that he should take lesson. Now I think he is jealous. Honesty can get you in trouble.
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