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I planned to take this to my grave and so this is as far as I'm willing to go with telling anyone what happened. So, I'm pretty sure it was near the end of 6th grade. My stomach had been bothering me all morning long but I kept ignoring it because I thought it would go away eventually. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. I was in my 3rd period class, sitting in the back row (about 5 rows) in front of the windows. I felt a fart coming on and I sat there for a few moments before deciding it felt like a silent one. Then I let it go. Before I continue, I would just like to emphasize how much I regret this decision. I would actually kill for a chance to go back in time and stop myself from doing this. I'm not even joking. Anyways...So, a few seconds passed and there was no smell or sound and I almost sighed in relief. But then it happened. The smell came. My teacher froze for a moment, quickly raising a hand to plug his nose. My TEACHER of all people. All around me other students began sputtering (not as a joke, they were serious.) and choking. I wanted to die. I considered stabbing myself in the heart with my pencil. Deciding that would only show I was the culprit, I suffered through minutes of other students accusing everyone else of doing it while half the class raised their hands to ask if they could leave the classroom. The room was filled with the foul, putrid smell. I can't do the smell justice. Imagine being in a room with someone who wasn't showered in 30 years and then amplify that by 50. It was like 100 skunks had just sprayed the room and then died. It was a corrupt, rancid, rotten smell. Back to the class though.. Someone finally went "It started in the back row!" and that was it. I was done for. I was sure I would be caught as the one who did it. I was starting to wonder how I would explain to my mom why I needed to change schools and change my name. But the world must have spared mercy on my soul, because at the time everyone in my school believed the "girls can't fart" thing. I was the only girl in the back row, and no one batted an eye at me. Then, my teacher finally spoke up and told us we were going to go outside for awhile. Classmates who I had never seen run before (we had recess at my middle school everyday) bolted for the fresh, pure air of the outside world. We spent 20 minutes outside before going back inside. At the end of class, my teacher laughed and said, "I feel really bad for the person who committed the crime. They'll never live that down." He was right. I'll never live that down. I'm in high school now (same school) and sometimes someone will bring it up in class and either laugh or grimace. There is no in between. You either remember it with a smile and laugh or cold dead eyes and a pained look. My friends will sometimes ask me about if I know who it was(they were in the class) and I just laugh and say "I'm not entirely sure any human could make something that awful. I'm pretty sure something died outside the window." but inside I am dying every time I say that. That was the worst day of my entire life, and I've had toilets overflow on me in public, my swimsuit come off in a pool, fall on my face after dropping from a 20 foot zipline into water, and accidentally stolen food worth 40$. Now that I list that stuff off, they seem so small in comparison to what happened on that bedeviled, cursed day. I will never forget this. Ever.
She was in front of me at the amusement park coaster ride. We talked as we got closer to and closer to the ride. She agreed to ride with me. After the ride she agreed to get a Coke at the concession stand. I offered to take her for a ride in my car and we left the amusement park and rode around for a while. We got bored and she told me that she had to be home by ten, so we just drove out to the river and sat there while the sun set. Things took over and I had sex with her, no one got undressed, just got our pants down.
Everything was supposed to be OK, except she was fourteen and I was sixteen and she got pregnant. Her parents let us get married, somehow they convinced the judge. I never had a high school experience or a college experience, I had to work from then on. She didn't either, being a teen mom. Somehow we didn't figure it out and she had another kid at 15.
I hate to admit that I don't love her. Not like you should. She is 100% dependent on me and the kids are teens now, even if we are just barely in our early thirties. I think she loves me but I don't really know, we don't have choice sort of thing. We pretend for the kids.
I'm 17 yr old female and I love lesbian porn. I masturbate to it frequently then tell my friend about it the next day. He and I are strictly friends and still sext each other. He jerks off to pictures of my pussy all the time and we watch porn together. We have intentions of doing other sexual things while only being friends.
I am so sorry for I have sinned.
There are 4 different types of plants on my window sill and I did not water them enough. They are all totally dried up now and I feel so guilty. Friends of mine addressed it a few days ago and since then I feel like a murderer. I saw that they needed water, but I did not give it to them. But I am also too lazy now to throw them away.
I've noticed a man in our apartment block who like to watch me through my bedroom window.
I'm not bad, in fact I never close my curtains, even when I'm naked after my shower. I'm sure he loves watching my towel off my pert, wet tits as he watches. I think I even caught him touching himself.
I find in funny and I'm flattered that he wants me.
I decided to leave my friends and go have a fuck for 1 hour and it was brilliant. I just wish it was with a human rather then a sex doll. I got this sex doll and I use it more now then before since I have been married .
I made out with my best friend.
We're both girls.
In one sense it is the acknowledgment of having done something wrong, whether on purpose or not. Thus confessional texts usually provide information of a private nature previously unavailable. What a sinner tells a priest in the confessional, the documents criminals sign acknowledging what they have done, an autobiography in which the author acknowledges mistakes, and so on, are all examples of confessional texts
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To put it simply, I have an addiction to flashing my breasts to men in public. It's extremely exciting knowing that I am being lusted after because of it. Anytime I go somewhere, I flash my breasts at least 3 times. I am writing here because the last time I flashed my breasts in public, an older woman approached me and lectured me about protecting my modesty and went as far to call me a whore. I guess some people don't see it as morally correct, so here's my confession.
Summer fun when my niece uses our pool. There's this perfect delectable teenage body in a small thin bikini that barely covers her tight little cute ass and perky round tits with a nice bounce. When wet you get a hint of her areolas and shaved pussy with gathered cloth wedged up her cracks showing a fat cameltoe and luscious ass. I watched and swammed with her the entire time. So horny I uncontrollably pushed my hard cock against when hugging goodbye. Come back soon my wife yelled from the kitchen.
#luscious #teen #sexy #niece #aerolas #ass #tits #cameltoe #pussy #swim
I'm 26 and married to a 46 yr old man.
He's very well endowed,but I find myself think of other men when he makes love to me.
I often steal or sneak a peek on my lover’s phone when he’s in the shower. I do this all the time now. Before it locks, I am there. One day I found some emails in his archives. It involved a female friend of his that secretly had an abortion with her lover of many years.
I believe that child was his but only know when manic they both often had sex together when he visited her. He says he can’t have kids but I wonder. Am I jealous or just curious as most of us are? I wonder. Turns me on of all the second secrecy but I feel for him as he likely wouldn’t know much as he’s mainly a great friend and lover.
I recently sent an anonymous email to the guy she said knocked her upgrade ago. Maybe this will bring the truth out. She lies about so much as he’s good me anyways that I thought it anonymously pry my way in here on this ancient issue.
I guess I like to start trouble as my lover has no idea I use his phone to do this. If it were to somehow come back to him, he would be baffled and I would lose the best sex I’ve ever had. However, I find this exciting like when I cheat on my husband with him. Maybe we’re all bad but I know I’m as horrible as his female friend was years ago.
#diabolical #spying #sex #trouble #friend #lover #secrets #abortion
As a teen girl (14), this has to be the most embarrassing fart story ever. This happened during school. Our class had a fan/air conditioner thing that sucked in air from below and shot it out form the top, making the whole room cooler. This day was hot, so the air conditioner was on. I still don't know what exactly, but throughout the whole day, i had the worst stomach pain from holding in gas. I also knew that it was going to smell really bad from the searing pain. During the last period, i was the only one sitting in the back row, directly under the air-con. Towards the end of class, the pain became too much and i lent over to my left and let the fart out. Luckily for me, it was silent. However, the smell was so bad it nearly made my eyes water, and made me gag. What i didn't realise is that the air-con was sucking my fart up and spreading it around the whole class. After around 2 minutes, I had managed to clear out the class and we had a early finish for that day :D
I am a preschool teacher but I hate working with kids. Such little brats!
Every time I tell someone I like them, I start getting anxiety and start crying, even when they haven't said anything. This has caused people whom I liked to reject me, then I break down even more. I believe this all rooted from my first love.
My first love...I'll call him Jay. We were in kindergarten together and here is where I first recognised what the phrase 'crazy in love' was. We were pretty much inseparable, but more like he just didn't have a choice. I was the clingiest 5 year old in the world. I would rarely ever separate from him other than to go to sleep, go to the bathroom, or travel.
Flash forward about 3 years.
I am absolutely CRAZY about him and the way I show my affection is very strange--I hit him and kick him--so much that he goes to school with bruises.
Flash forward again 3 years.
I realise my how unhealthy I truly am. I start having severe anxiety and breakdowns. I decide to confess my infatuation with Jay. I tell him about my feelings and he responds "I know, but I really don't like you. You always hit me." He then walks away. Even 4 years after that, we still aren't separated. I am still in love with Jay, but I manage to keep it under control. At this time I think I am a sophomore in High school. For these past years he had tried to avoid me and eventually he succeeded, but now he tries to have conversations with me and be affectionate. So, now I'M the one who is avoiding him. This almost 10 year crush is speaking to me after 4 years of not speaking at all. I decide to take an exchange program to China and all of my friends are freaking out and telling the whole school.
........Jay is in the program too........
These 'coincidences' mustn't just be in my head.... right?
I know it's a good cause, and the there is a lot of actions that we as a white community did in the past and still do in this day and age that makes us need to atone for a lot, but for some reason I'm starting to feel some hatred towards people of others races, because of all this riots and times in which I am attacked by being a white guy, just because I can't have a saying. I know it's pitiful, I know it's a bigger problem on their side, but for some reason, because of what is happening, I'm starting to hate and become a racist myself, and I don't like that thought.
I feel that I'm letting anger take control of me.
(m/18) It's really embarrassing for me to tell you this. When I was in 8th grade, I pooped in my pants. I was in school that day, just before class started; couldn't make it to the toilet and all of the brown glory landed in my pants and underwear. It stank horrible and I tried to get rid of all the shit on my ass and in my pants, but somehow I just thought 'fuck it' and went with it. I think it didn't take more than 2 minutes for the others to notice the smell. It was just HORRIBLE. Every time they tried to find out where the stench came from I tried distracting them and stuff. But in 3rd period the worst thing happened. I went up to the board and because I was sitting on my ass the whole time, the shit got through my pants and there was one hell of a stain on my ass.Throughout school I was known as shitter from then on. It made my life miserable. I want to confess that I am one lazy bastard and had I just cleaned myself up that day I wouldn't have to go through hell.
Christmas is next week and I still do not have gifts for my family. The problem is, I told them that I already got amazing presents but I don't have a glue what to get them.. Why did I lie about it? God damn it!!!!
I bet they get me really great presents again and I probably will just get something from the drug store...
I think the only thing that kept me from doing something very violent was that my cousin\brother was right there and he's seen his mom be beaten enough already.
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