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#697 (3 comments): I'm scared I've just become that girl who's just there to fuck when he feels like it. But I'm not, and i refuse to be. I miss him endlessly. I think about him whenever he's not with me. Which is pretty much all the time.
I keep telling myself that he would be with me if he could, and he would try if he could. But now I'm beginning to doubt that,
When will I get to be with him?
    -- tired step-sister

#696 (4 comments): I sent an anonymous letter to a Muslim girl I knew whose parents were really traditional, telling them that she was not a virgin. She got disowned and had to move to New York. I did it because she used to date the guy I ended up marrying, and I thought she was much hotter than me. It drove me nuts with jealousy.
    -- Evil

#694 (10 comments): i got a 8 inch dick and its pretty thick im only 14, but when my dick is not erected its only around 4 inches long. is that normal?
    -- latino heat

#693 (2 comments): While my wife was sleeping, the window cleaners came. I don't know why, but i opened the curtains, and pulled back the bedclothes, leaving her completely exposed. I left the bedroom door slightly ajar and stood on the landing so that I could see the window cleaner when he got to the window. He did a double take when he saw my wife then went back down the ladder. Within seconds the other cleaner was up the ladder enjoying the view too.
I regretted my actions afterwards, but at the time it was great
    -- young booger

#692 (4 comments): I watched a guy fuck my wife once when she'd had too much to drink at a party.

    -- Sorry

#691 (9 comments): Oh God.
I think I might be pregnant.
I'm so frightened.
    -- fertile actor

#688 (4 comments): My boyfriend finally talked me into having anal sex. It was the BEST sex I've ever had. I've never had a more intense orgasm than when I could feel his hard cock thrusting in and out of my ass. The problem being when he pulled out there was crap on the end of the condom. It really grossed him out and now he refuses to do it again. I think I might have to start cheating on him just to get someone willing to fuck me in the ass. Now that I've felt how great it is, I cant just not do it anymore.
    -- broken engineer

#687 (3 comments): I think that if I stay "friends" with my ex long enough he'll want to get back together with me. Deep down I know its not true, and that when he starts fucking some other girl I'll be heartbroken, but I cant help myself. I cant imagine my life without him.
    -- glutton for punishment

#686 (3 comments): I have been with my boyfriend fro three and a half y ears, but recently, i have messed around with another guy. Since my boyfriend is the only person I have ever been with, I am scared to have sex with the other guy. But I want to soooo bad. God, I want his cock. When I can finally end it with my boyfriend and completely get over him, the other guy will be the first on my list to fuck. I can't wait for the new experience. My pussy aches every time I think about his thick perfect cock.
    -- Luvs dick more than life :)

#680 (7 comments): ihate fucking niggers...they can all goto hell...they fucking smell like pig assholes...i hate their hygine habits, their odors, their voices, there fucking lips, they look like fucking silverback gorillas, i hate how they turn white girls into nigger loving sluts,woogieboogie niggerswoogie boogie!! they go to the movie theatre and u cant see them but u can here their fucking jungle noices
    -- the man

#679 (5 comments): Bless me, reader, for I have sinned. It’s been ten years since my last confession.

My last real confession, that is – locked in a dingy upright coffin, talking into a screen and trying to remember the words to the Act of Contrition.
Actually, it’s been about an hour and a half since my last confession.

I started on postsecret. It’s an organization (or maybe just some guy) to which people send homemade postcards illustrating their secrets and fears. Among today’s posts are “I can’t decide if I like being married or not” and “I know it’s not possible, but I would like to have a vagina, and a penis.”

But there’s no depth to the postsecret stories. You get a catchy little tidbit of someone’s deepest darkest, but…the more I read the more I wanted. Postsecret is the in for most of us, then you hear about other online confessionals: grouphug.us, dailyconfession.com, sosecret.com, rawconfessions, confessionsjunkie, e-admit, Keyfess – the list goes on. Coming from a Catholic education, tho, my fav has always been notproud. It separates the vices into seven categories. Lol, what else? The seven deadly sins.

“I assume a paternalistic attitude with my girlfriend whenever she steps her toe slightly out of line, and spank her until she cries. I tell her it's for her own good, but I really do it because it turns me on.”  Today’s lust. Aren’t people disgusting?

I know it’s sort of sadistic and weird, this obsession with other people’s cruel idiosyncrasies. It also becomes a kind of self-aggrandizing ritual. You think, ‘Ok, I may have been a heinous bitch to my best friend today but check out this bastard who beats his gf to get off.’ You spend a few weeks observing but then one day at work the perfect one-liner confession pops into your head. After that, you’re just a few doubleclicks away from being glued to the monitor every time your boss takes a piss. Crazy, I know, but look who I’m talking to…you’re reading my LJ and unless you’re my sister Meredith or my bf Tom, you’re most def an established blogspotter.

My first online confession: “I use my roommate’s toothbrush after she leaves in the morning.” Since then, I’ve gone on to admit petty theft, sexual fantasies, felonies, even how I bought most of my undergrad thesis online – always anonymous, mixed in with hundreds of other daily divulgences…tho maybe I should call them indulgences.

I read the following postsecret this afternoon –

“Two months after cheating on me, my boyfriend got an e-mail from the girl he slept with – she wrote to tell him she was pregnant. I erased the e-mail and he has NO idea.”

and I thought, ‘is this a confession at all?’

Fessing up to something online is like admitting it to the trees in your backyard, only with a few thousand megabites of decadence thrown into the mix.

Confession has always been a selfish thing. Most of the time people confess to unburden themselves and in the process burden the wronged with their wrongdoing. But the point is that you’re overcome with guilt, so you put it out there and deal with whatever consequences ensue.

But what happens when there are no consequences?

I mean, drop me a line if you think I’m wrong, but I want to say that confession has typically been one of two things: you either confessed to God’s earthly proxy and received penitence in form of prayer, or you just came out and told the person you’d screwed over and braced for the impact of whatever emotional ramifications came along with the admission.

When you have neither the social/emo shit flying back at you, nor the threat of spontaneous divine retribution, what becomes of the act of confession?

Notproud’s gluttony of the day is “Pot is more important to me than my boyfriend.” Where’s the self-reproach in that? Half the confessions are written in an unmistakably boastful tone – that’s the fun of it. That’s how I got hooked. Notproud cyber-salutes sin.

Confession comes like everything for our generation, wrapped in greasy waxed paper with fries on the side. No waiting. No relevant worldly acknowledgement. No emotional consequences. No absolution.

The confessional blog is an orgy, hundreds of people linked into one big gluttonous, masturbatory celebration of their transgressions.

My last online confession: I have blogged with my friends’ secrets. I fucked around on my last boyfriend and told thousands of strangers, but not him. I have sinned and gone unpunished. I’m getting ready to post these confessions now.

    -- meaculpa1026

#678 (4 comments): one day i went to the bank and stole all the money out of my grandpa and grandmas bank account. i also took all the money out of my parents accounts as well. i ended up not telling them and i bought all the supplements for weight lifting i could possibly buy. Now my grandparents are broke and they have to live in a one room section 8 and my parents are drug addicts because they have no more money. i never told them and they never bothered to find out where it all went. As i type this i have many supplements rushing through my system and i dont feel guilty at all. Also i have fantasies about doing dogs and cats in the back room of the dollar general store i work at. Could this be a problem?
    -- Neo Man

#676 (4 comments): I would like to kiss every sweet inch of my boss's sexy ass. She is 37 y.o. 5'8" long light brown hair, very classy and sexy. When I first met her I couldn't stand her. Now I think about making love to her all the time. When I worked with her last, she was bent over and I couldn't take my eyes off her cute little butt. She is married and has four children and I know my chances are next to nil.
    -- unpopular bastard

#675 (4 comments): This summer we drove from Bristol to the Lake District. My wive wore a wrap around skirt and blouse. By the time we had reached Birmingham she was fast asleep. I took the opportunity to pull her skirt open, revealing her sheer white panties. I left her like this and drove alongside as many lorries and vans as possible to ensure the drivers got a good look at her.
    -- wet actor

#674 (3 comments): While my wife was sleeping off too much to drink, I called room service for some coffee, knowing the lecherous old mn who run the small hotel would bring it. I told him to come in if there was no answer to his knock as I would be in the bathroom. I pulled back the covers from the bed, comletely exposing my wife. I spread her legs a little, so that her pussy was visble. I then went into the bathroom and starting running the shower. I heard the knock on the door and the manager enter. He must have been in the room 5 minutes before he left.
At breakfst the next morning he asked me if I enjoyed the coffe, and to call him anytime I wanted room service
    -- tony

#672 (4 comments): I have this secret fantasy to be scratched during sex. Just enought to draw blood on my back, stomach, legs and arms. That would be amazing. But I'm scared to ask for it.
    -- unlucky beautician

#671 (1 comments): I was still in High School, I had a big cock and was horny all the time, jerked off at least 3 times a day. My body is small and slim with very little hair, 5"4",125lbs. My fat cut 7" cock looked huge on me. I had been jerking off thinking about gay sex lately, I was very turned on by the fantasy of having sex with an older man, and having a cock in my ass.

I got a job working after school and weekends at a antique shop, it was ran by 2 older gay gentleman, very nice gentleman who were always flirting and teasing me. An older very distinguished looking handsome customer came in the store, he was a silver haired fox who looked like he had money.

The owners knew him well, he bought a small end table and asked the owners if I could help him unload it at his house, I thought this was kind of suspicous since it didn't weigh much but my horniness and curiousity made me jump at the chance. We rode in his SUV to a big house in a ritzy neighborhood and I carried the end table into his house. He gave me a tour, it was huge and very nice, there was an indoor hot tub and he asked me if I wanted to soak for a while, I told him I didn't have a swim suit and he laughed and told me I could go without, he always did.

I was getting turned on so I started to undress, my tank top came off first and my back was turned to him and I pulled down my cutoffs, no underwear and bent over to finish removing my cutoffs, it was a turn on to expose my ass to him, he watched me climb into the hot tub, my cock was rock hard. I watched him take off his shirt, he had a sexy chest covered with silver hair, he pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion exposing a beautiful 8" cut cock, very fat. We sat in the tub for five minutes talking, he asked me if I wanted a massage, I moved over close to him with my back to him and sort of sat on his lap, I could feel that big cock, I started moving my ass around until it was between my cheeks, I moved up and down, it felt so hot, made my asshole spasm. He was rubbing my shoulders and back, he reached around and started massaging my inner thighs making my cock twitch, finally he started stroking my cock, I was so turned on it was all I could do not to cum. He had me stand up and started tonguing my ass while stroking my cock, I was in pleasure overload and exploded cum after about two minutes of this.

We went into his bedroom, still naked and dried off, he put his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees, grabbed the back of my head and guided me to his cock. I sucked on it hungrily feeling it get harder in my mouth, when he was rock hard he guided me to the bed and had me lay on my stomach. He ate my ass again this time harder, getting his tongue up inside me, this made my cock hard again, I relaxed and felt my boypussie open up. Next he slowly inserted one of his fingers , it kind of hurt at first but then I started to love the feeling. Two fingers was next with some lube, he two finger fucked me for along time, I loved how it felt, like I was getting stretched. I was moaning and moving my ass up and down.

He stopped and put his big cock back in my mouth, I sucked him for maybe a minute and he pulled out and rolled on a condom, had me get down doggie style got behind me and pushed that big cock head against my tight hole. He slowly pushed, I thought it was to big and would never fit, all of a sudden it popped in, the sensation took my breath away, it felt so huge and it hurt a little, but I was starting to relax and it was feeling better by the second.

He slowly pushed in until he was deep inside me and moved in and out very slowly to start with, it still burned but the thought of getting fucked, having a big cock inside me was such a turn on.

He fucked me for a long time, after I got used to it and fully relaxed the feeling was pure pleasure. My cock was rock hard.

The pace got faster and harder, finally I came again, without even touching my cock, such intense pleasure. He came and stayed inside me, I layed flat on my stomch with him still inside me, he slowly went limp, slipped out of me and rolled off me.
    -- I am so gay

#668 (9 comments): My friend's husband is a pervert that raped me. I hate his very essence and want him to suffer like he made me suffer.

He always commented on how he loved my breasts because they're 36Ds and his wife's are barely filling an "A" cup but she is BEAUTIFUL, inside and out. Well one time I was over to their home. He was not there, at first. Her mother called, needing a ride to pick up a prescription. My friend asked me to stay at her home while her newborn was sleeping. I agreed. I thought the perverted JERKWAD wouldn't be home any time soon because he's always out, fucking anything with a pussy. Well, he unlocks the front door, comes into the den and looks at me all surprised. He noticed that his wife's car was not there so he asked me where she was. I told him that she left to take her mom somewhere. He comes over to me, really close and says, "oh so we're all alone now!" He grabs at my shirt and sort of yanks it down, exposing my breasts. He sorta lets out this moan and tries to bury his face between them. I pushed him away, called him every cussword I knew and tried to ease past him. I thought my words would piss him off and he'd leave me alone.

WRONG. Turned him on even more. He grabs at me and slams me so hard to the floor that the wind was knocked out of me. He straddles me, bends down and starts licking all on my neck. I was terrified and begged him to stop and reminded him that his baby was in the other room asleep. His exact words were, "I'm trying to make a baby with you!" He raises my shirt above my head, pulls my bra up to the collar bone and starts suckling my breasts. This guy is muscular and tall and VERY strong. I always thought when women said they couldn't get someone off of them they weren't trying hard enough. Now I understand. Anyway, I prayed for my friend to walk in and catch him in the act. She didn't. He raped me that night, violently. His penis was so huge...my god how do women handle that? I felt like he was ripping me apart. And he moaned and moaned and commented on how tight my "snapper" was and how he fantasized about doing this to me. I mean he actually was enjoying himself while I cried, pleaded and begged for him to stop. It made me sick. I wish he would hurry up but he didn't. He took his time and he ejaculated inside of me and when he did, he tried to put all of himself inside of me, which (later on finding out) did something to my cervix and I believe tilted my uterus. I wanted to die right there. I was so sore and hurt that I thought I would die.

I didn't know what to do. When he was finished, he said that if I thought of telling I might as well forget about it because she'd never believe me, which was true. He can do no wrong in her eyes.

I wondered where she was at and secretly blamed this on her. Why the hell would it take so long to go to Walgreens???!!!!!! I wasn't there when she came back. As soon as he got off of me and I put my tattered clothing back on, I was out of there.

When I walked out of that house, I could feel his semen seeping out of me and into my panties. Makes me sick just thinking about it. I didn't end up pregnant and thank god for no STDs but mentally and emotionally I am totally fucked up. When I got home I took a shower, I know I shouldn't have but I had no intention on reporting it. I noticed that I had some blood in my panties along with some semen. My neck had purplish blotches on it, which were hickeys. My nipples were raw from him sucking them so hard. My stomach was cramped up and I bled all night. I went to the doctor the next day. She asked me if I had been assaulted because of how my cervix looked but I denied it. I just wanted it to all go away. But it hasn't!

My friend did call me the next day and asked why I left and I simply said I left because he came home. I've been trying to forget this but I can't because he still harrasses me and still says lewd things. I want it to stop!!!! He has ruined my life. I no longer have a boyfriend and I don't want to have sex ever again.

I have all but stopped going over to my friend's house because he's there and he still harrasses me. I have changed my home number and cell many times but he always manages to find it. Why can't this idiot just leave me alone? Why mess with me?

    -- Damaged Goods for life

#667 (3 comments): I wish my married co-worker's wife would run off with a used car salesman because I want him for myself.

I also must confess that even though I never met the woman face-to-face, I hate her guts. Being my complete opposite, she represents all that I despise about being a female. Just the fact that we have genitalia in common makes me sick, although mine is well-groomed and I'm not plagued with contant yeast infections.

I'm not saying I hate being a woman, I'm saying I hate being associated with boring, uptight, SUV/minivan driving Mommies who talk in nasal voices and yack incessantly into their cell phones and shave their necks. I think the idea of such a woman coming home and finding a naked hippie heathen under her precious Hubby Wubby is HILARIOUS.

Unfortunately, I have too many morals to carry this out myself. I sure don't want him dipping his wick into her greasy, hairy yeast burger and then dipping into my tight, clean kitten. Yuck. Even if he stuck his weiner in boiling water it wouldn't be enough.

I'm also secretly angry at men who marry these boring, uptight hags because they think it's the safe and easy thing to do. Have fun going without sex for the rest of your lives. Oral sex is now a distant memory. Why do you do this to yourselves? I'm a fun, easy-going woman. I've had one sexual partner, I have all my teeth, I don't look bad, I'm healthy. But because I'm the kind of person who other people may find appealing for whatever reason, I'm not safe.

Have fun with your harpies with their capri pants and their Keds and their neck stubble. Fun, sex and affection are so overrated when you have a big, fat hound dog that sits at your side and nags your ear off every night. She may be annoying but garsh, she's loyal. Is it worth it?
    -- young horse

#665 (5 comments): I've known you for 3 years, have not talked to you in a friendly, true matter for 2. Yet, I'm deeply in love with you and I go out of my way to "bump" into you and ignore you, so that you would be upset and maybe apologize. But I know it's my fault that we never dated, because you scared me. You were to good for me. You discouraged my drinking, but when I did and I got sick, you held my hair back. [By the way, I smoked just so I could ask you for a cigarette and a light.]
    -- Kim