Confession Point

I secretly desire my mother in law. I even peek into our guestroom window at night when she stays over and have seen her naked. it started when she left her bra in the wash when she stayed at my house, it was large. We once had a conversation about menopause and hot flashes and how she has to ripoff her clothes when she gets them at night. That she does not want to be touched at all until she cools down. I got so aroused and began to shake which she noticed but did not stop her talking about her need to be naked the minute the flash happens. i have been hooked ever since.

I added GPL code to a program that uses the BSD licence with the advertising clause.

Facts: 23/Female 6’3″/145 Auburn hair, brown eyes, great skin, big lips, and a perfect smile.

My Reality: Everywhere I go people stop and stare, point and whisper, laugh when I walk by, smirk when I wear heels, come up to me and tell me how tall I am (like I don’t know!), basically make me feel like I should be in the circus!! Why do people do that.. make me feel ugly and insecure?? Why is being tall a bad thing?Better yet, why can’t a woman with my height where heels without everyone making me feel like I am a fucking joke??

Seriously, I just can’t wrap my head around it anymore.. and sadly, its working, keeping me staying inside day after day, avoiding big groups of people, alienating myself from those around me, wearing big baggy clothing so people cant see the real me… i wish someone could see me right now and my tears of rejection.

I met one of the Cosplay Deviants earlier today at an amine convention. I instantly became infatuated with her. I later found out what she does for a living in the “Hentai Cafe”. that part doesn’t bother me, though. The sexy, sexy deviants were teasing us nerds for change and talking to us in the way that is the mark of a woman who eats men alive. It just sucks that my advances were in vain. gah, I can’t get her out of my head. good night.

i began to fuck with my latin teacher as i was 16. she was 32 and the hottest women i’ve ever seen.

Couldn’t believe it first as she recognized i was in love with her and she called me to her room. i thought she will sentence me or something but she smiled at me and suddenly began kissing me. she was telling, that she wanted it as much as i did, locked the door of the room and began to take of her cloth.

after licking her pussy and she sucking my cock we began fucking on one of the tables. couldn’t belive it. after this, we met several times, even at her’s when her husband, some stupit buissinesman travelling around, who wasn’t able to satisfy her, as she said.

we had an affair until i was 19 and the time, the most bad thing happened. she got pregnant! i felt like a fool ’cause she always tooked the pill, but that was not the biggst problem. this was, as her daughter was born and we had to clear about who’s the father ’cause she ment, she was fucking with her husband at this time.

but it happened as i thought it would: i was the father of the little girl we named cara, as i supposed some weeks before birth. nobody but us two knows, that we had this affair and that cara is my daughter, because her stupid husband even today thinks she’s his child, and that’s what really hurts me, even it is six jears ago from now

i am 20 years old and i live in canada. I was 13 years old and i was on my way to a wrestling tournament, ive been wrestling since i was 8 years old. so the night after we got there. We saw all kinds of girls in the pool and they were sexy. So me and my teammates got our swimsuits on and headed into the pool.

so when i was in the pool, the girls were trying to toy with me and all i thought was, that they were stupid bitches. I went to go play some games with them, but then i thought im gonna play a little game on this one girl. So i swam underwater over to her and put my hand on her vagina.

She tells all her friends on me, and the only ones in the pool are my teammates and me, except one of them was going to tell confront the girls. He came up to me and was wondering why i did that. So I told him they were toying around with me so i got them back. I made all my teammates not tell my coach about this so he wouldnt kick me off the team. No one ever spoke about this again.

First of all, i’m a 22 y/o bisexual GUY. I’ve dated girls my whole life (because its the thing to do, right?) until a year ago where I decided to experiment without telling anyone.

Over the course of the summer I slept with 4 different guys. Mostly good experiences but it was just sex… no romance, just pure Fuck. September came and I met a new guy, we were so much alike in so many ways that he eventually became my first boyfriend. I liked him, everything was cool at first… then he turned psycho on me. That guy had ISSUES.

I’m a nice guy, i don’t like hurting people, he totally used that against me. He was very mentally abusive with me, he would manipulate me in ways that I still don’t understand. Everytime I tried to brake up with him, but he would take out the “I’m going to kill myself if you brake up with me” card. And more shit like that.

One night he had a party at his house, towards the end of the night, he was drunk and threw fit. He got jealous cause I was flirting with girls. but nobody knew we were dating. We had mutual friends which made keeping it a secret a touchy business, it was part of my tactics, but he wouldn’t get that. He called me names, just saying really hatefull things that I’m not used to hear. so I threatened him to leave and brake up with him (cause c’mon, he had been treating me like shit for 2 months at this point) So he threw me on his bed and pined me, holding me by the neck, he was choking me, begging me not to leave him. I’M 22, HE WAS 19, I am bigger, stronger than him, but I…. its like I couldn’t do anything.

Its then that I thought to myself: “that’s how beaten wifes that still stay with their abusive husbands feel like…”

…. man I erased so much of this from my brain I’m having trouble recalling the events properly, it was so bad.

somehow, he manipulated me into staying. He played with my feelings and my head. Since when do you hear about abused 22 y/o guys… I was so ashamed of myself.

To break up with him, I had to take a break. I visited my parents for 2 weeks, in a town 10 hours away. I sent him an e-mail from there so he coudln’t show up at my door and … I don’t know what he could have done.

In the end it worked. I broke up with him. Today I have a girlfriend that treats me well. I’m happy but still a little shaken. I told my mom and she thinks I should go see a therapist… o.O

It’s Sunday morning and there’s no one I can talk to so here goes. I confess.

I told my friends that I only made out with the crazy stuntman i met last week. Everyone who met him said “Wow, what a wild man. Where did you meet him? He is soooo not the guy for you,” I mean, I’m a bookworm and computer geek and he sets himself on fire for a living. But it’s been so long since there was any fire or passion in my life. And those friends who said those safe, dismissive things don’t know about the wild woman in my soul — the one who couldn’t say no to the matching flame I saw in him.

So I told them we went out, had drinks, made out and that was that but the truth is this: We had amazing, life-affirming sex for hours — wild, caveman/cavewoman you-Tarzan-me -Jane sex that would horrify all these PC, respectful SNAGs (sensitive new-age guys) I’m typically with. There’s nothing quite like alpha-male testosterone, and talk about mad manskillz…I”m getting aroused just thinking about it now. He left the bed we shared for a stunt yesterday morning, after trying to get me to come with him. I left the bed we shared baffled, rattled, sore, and not knowing myself anymore. I mostly ignored his effusive, adoring calls and texts he sent me from the road but he never called me after his stunt like he said he would.

So here I am, 24 hours after my last round of rough, crazy, wild-beast sex with this man, trying to process the call I just got from his team: the stunt went wrong and he’s in ICU, really fucked up. His team and family are all there and I’m sitting here covered with bruises and bitemarks, thinking of his firm, gorgeous body that delighted me for hours, all torn up in ways I can’t even stand to think about. If we hadn’t used condoms his sperm would still be swimming around in me.

Q: What if he dies?
I know what he’d say: “What a way to end it all, a night like that with a woman like you.”

Q: What if he’s just a fucked-up, washed-up vegetable now who needs a lot of care?
I can’t imagine that as an option for him. Just can’t. So full of life, just starting a new tour, big plans and moving to a new town with all sorts of good PR coming out after years of struggle. I’m pretty sure he’d want to sneak out of the hospital early to make his next gig or go out in a big blaze.

The big Q: Did being with me tire him out and distract him and somehow lead to his accident?
The dude was flyin (pretty sure he does speed, from various references), and really pumped about the gig. But man, the details have to be just right to survive the kind of shit he does.

He believes in God, in his own wayward way, and feels that God has kept him alive all these years. Anyone reading this, seriously — if you’re here to get turned on, fine, but please send a plea or prayer skyward for this sweet-talking daredevil, this overgrown kid, this silver-tongued risk-taker whose luck may have run out.

For the past two years I’ve stared at my sisters big tits i jack off to my sister when i take a bath and before i go to sleep. One day i figured out how to peek between the bathroom door and when she takes a shower, when it’s just me and her and i at home, i peek between the door at her undressing. When I stare at her i get a really hard erection.

One day when we were watching a movie and she fell asleep, she was right next to me and i just kept staring at her tits then i moved my hand and grabbed her left boob, then she woke up. Darn!! i remember that when i was like 6 or 7 i would do what they did on tv make-out. i made out with my sister, we didn’t talk about it but i was only able to kiss her on her neck not her mouth. the longer we made-out the more i got to do, first i was able to grab her boobs from the outside of her shirt then she would lift up her shirt, i was able to grab her bra and some skin. she has really big boobs.

One time, i remember she almost took off her bra, but my mom called her and we had to stop. im 16 and she’s 26, and i can’t stop thinking about how she makes me really hard and how i really want to have sex with her. that’s my confession

my mother ann has strange magical powers. she lives alone in a cabin deep in the woods with her great dane sara.one night she invited me and my great dane max to spend the night . it was a warm summer night at about 2 oclock she woke me and said why don’t the four of us take a walk in the woods.

as we walked down a narrow path she led us thru some bushes into a small clearing. she than said to me sara and i are both in heat and want you and max to make us pregnant. she said if we take off all our clothes i wiil turn us into great danes then we can mate.i quickly took off my clothes then watched her undress she smiled as my dick got bigger and harder suddenly we were two geat danes. she and sara now side by side spresd their legs as max mounted her and i sara. we began having sex as both females as they responded . max and i often changed partners hoping to feel our cum in both females. both ann and sara took max and i to the point of exhaustion.both females were delighted knowing they wre filled with our cum.

I have been free from pornography and masturbation addiction for four years now through Jesus Christ. Before the Lord saved me, I thought it would be impossible to ever be free from these wicked addictions that I had. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I refused to stop. I even knew I was going to hell, but I was convinced that even if I went to hell for my sins… it would be worth it.

That’s how depraved I was. But one day in 2005 the Lord killed something within me in the middle of a masturbation session and I’ve never been the same. The realization that I was letting my hand determine where I would spend the rest of my eternity settled on me.

I turned from my sin and put my faith in Christ as the only Savior. I’ve been free ever since, and I now try to help guys that are addicted to porn and masturbation the best way I can.

Soli Deo Gloria, “All glory to God”.