[QUOTE]Alcohol is trying to fuck me in the ass.[/QUOTE]
This is quite concerning...
Maverick's hardly even counted as a confession, he's getting desperate
I don't think he realises how sad everyone thinks he is now
What happened to him?
[QUOTE=killerteacup;33161430]Maverick's hardly even counted as a confession, he's getting desperate
I don't think he realises how sad everyone thinks he is now[/QUOTE]
Um not me
Nothing but admiration
Jesus people stop fucking dogs.
[QUOTE=seano12;33162545]What happened to him?[/QUOTE]
Perma'd for being a douchenozzle
[editline]7th November 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=Dog;33163607]Jesus people stop fucking dogs.[/QUOTE]
My irony meter is ticking because of your post.
Iunno, I liked Maverick. The one time I asked for advice in his thread, it really did help me come to conclusions about myself.
My god do I love this thread, hambeast's are to be feared.
[editline]7th November 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=Dog;33163607]Jesus people stop fucking dogs.[/QUOTE]
But it makes for good stories!
A recurring theme to confessionals:
-Fucking stuffed animals, toys
-Mental issues (depression)
-Breakup and introvert stories
-sexual adventures when young
-weird things people fap to
[QUOTE=Alien_23;33165233]A recurring theme to confessionals:
-Fucking stuffed animals, toys
-Mental issues (depression)
-Breakup and introvert stories
-sexual adventures when young
-weird things people fap to[/QUOTE]
What else do you have in mind for a confession? Stole money from my mommy's purse?
[QUOTE=barttool;33168200]What else do you have in mind for a confession? Stole money from my mommy's purse?[/QUOTE]
Stop being such a tool
And I wish there wont so many depressing confessions.
[QUOTE=Alien_23;33165233]A recurring theme to confessionals:
-Fucking stuffed animals, toys
-Mental issues (depression)
-Breakup and introvert stories
-sexual adventures when young
-weird things people fap to[/QUOTE]
Don't forget pathological lying. That's also been a recurring trend.
Holy fuck, I avoided "Pubic Hair Disscussion" and read through these.
Should have done it the other way around, seriously FP makes a whole lot more sense to me now.
who is this retard gary oak signing a confessional
[QUOTE=OogalaBoogal;33047213]Well, for the sake of not letting the thread die I'm going to send something in. This is going to be more funny for you than it's going to be for me.
Once when I was a wee little lad, I had those worms which I can't remember the name off. You get them from scratching your butt to much, and they just result in more butt-scratching.
My mom found out I had them and she wanted to get rid off them. So she took an ear swab and put something on it, I'm not sure what, and she stuck it up my butt. This was in a bathrrom, but she didn't lock the door and my older brother would peak and laugh. I'm afraid my brother still remember deep down and someday he might remember it.[/QUOTE]
I don't know about you guys but this one was kinda funny.
[QUOTE=Eonart;33181218]when does the next batch come in[/QUOTE]
Jesus christ.
Can we please stop nagging at the OP and continuously ask "When is the next batch?!?"?
Be grateful that he's doing this at all for our entertainment.
Thank you!
OogalaBoogal should only post new confessions after the thread has gone at least a full day or two without someone asking when the next batch is or complaining about it.
[QUOTE=Onyx3173;33186878]OogalaBoogal should only post new confessions after the thread has gone at least a full day or two without someone asking when the next batch is or complaining about it.[/QUOTE]
Hezzy used to close the thread between confessions, If someone want's to give OogalaBoogal the ability to do that then I think to quality of the thread will improve.
When is the next batch of childhood sex stories?
[QUOTE=Onyx3173;33186878]OogalaBoogal should only post new confessions after the thread has gone at least a full day or two without someone asking when the next batch is or complaining about it.[/QUOTE] Brilliant idea! :v:
[QUOTE=Thoughtless;33187086]Hezzy used to close the thread between confessions, If someone want's to give OogalaBoogal the ability to do that then I think to quality of the thread will improve.[/QUOTE]
I really doubt that it will happen, but until then, have some more confessions!
[QUOTE]Hey guys, I'd just like to say that right now I am happier than I have ever been.
I've just finished school, and absolutely demolished my second last exam, my last one
is in a week and I barely have to prepare for it. On top of that, my dad gave me a new
graphics card today out of nowhere, and I am completely stoked because of how
unexpected it was. (GTX560 if you're wondering)
Also the 2nd announcement for the Big Day Out is tomorrow.
Holy shit I'm so fucking happy at the moment. Wow. This is so unusual for me that I
thought I'd confess it, normally I'm in a permanent state of contemplation/depression
about the fact that I'm perpetually single, but I'm not going to dwell on that thought
because it'd get me down, and I don't need that! Holy fuck I am happy, thanks for
reading this, I appreciate it. You guys should stop being so down and introverted!
It's fucking amazing![/QUOTE] People generally like being happy, and a good graphics card never hurt anybody!
[QUOTE]Just a news update on the whole condom coming off while having drunken sex thing. Lady friend is on her period now, so I can breathe again.
One of the best things a guy can do is designate period week as blowjob week. Not only do you net blowjobs from it, but you find out when it's that time of the month without even having to say a thing. The second I reached for her cooter and she pushed my hand away, I knew I was in the clear.
[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]So what happened for the most part was I saw a post on the anonymous thread about "Nice guys" calling them spineless and saying that girls only date assholes because they are more forceful. I've always had an issue with this. I'm very nice to women, complimenting them and stuff like that and they love it but I don't have any guts. I mean, I haven't had my first kiss yet which nags at me constantly, meanwhile other kids are having sex and getting pregnant.
I don't feel like I can be in any way forceful with someone when it comes to romance. Most guys grab their girl and yank them over and can plant one on the lips without even thinking even if the girl is pissed off. And still the girl becomes entrapped with love for the guy. I don't know what it is but my mind doesn't work like that. I don't want to kiss a girl who doesn't wanna kiss me or do it when she is pissed off.
If anyone has any advice on this please help. I think women are just as good as men and shouldn't be forced to do something like have sex or kiss a guy just because he is stronger than her.[/QUOTE] It's not because they are forceful, its because they are confident.
[QUOTE]So how does this work? I just say want I want?
I posted in the Fast Threads deep secrets thing but I don't think anyone saw it and I snipped it.
Also, this is probably alot different from other confessionals so you may want to post this.
Long ago, I created a girl in my head. I called her Aina. She is supposed to be a cheery and adventurous girl. She was nice and was the image of my subconscious in lucid dreams and whatnot. Eventually a few months ago, I just thought "Why not make a story?" and so I did. I added more and more characters into this story. Good story stuff man, wish I could share it but I want to keep it to myself. Now for the actual problem.
I have more feelings towards these characters than everyone I've met. I mean like holy fuck making sad parts of the story and I'm breaking into tears and stuff. This is probably affecting my sanity in some way. I need help. I don't want to get over them and abandon them but I need to get my focus elsewhere.
If you're gonna post this and someone on FP knows who I am, make sure they don't say.[/QUOTE] There are real girls like that TBH.
[QUOTE]Well, its me again...
My family is so fucked up right now its sad. My biological father was a abusive alcoholic fuck and my mother came from a broken family. My parents were together for about 18 years before my mother said "fuck you" and got a divorce. While they were married my father would put his children (me and my siblings) in danger on a regular basis by drinking and driving. I was always too scared to tell him not to because as I said, he was abusive. He also slept with my mom's mom (I don't know why the fuck, honestly) and was an all around douche. So anyways after the divorce, my mother starts dating again. Only she would find guys at bars and shit, so they were pretty much all ass-holes too. After going through a few guys, she finds a 'keeper.' The best way to describe him is as a fat mexican (not trying to be racist, just telling it as it is.) So he seems cool at first, but after a while he starts turning into a dick. He got my mom pregnant then told her he would never marry her (because his first marriage was a complete fucking failure) which made my mother sad as fuck, but she stayed with him. My younger siblings ( >10years old) start calling him dad and he starts acting like their dad, (punishing them and shit) and that doesn't fly with my sister. So Sister flips shit at him and Sister, Mother, and the Fat One all have fights and shit which ultimately end with my mom picking fatty over Sister, so Sister is kicked out. A few months later the baby is born. Fat-ass doesn't do much to help raise his new child (he has another son that lives with his mother and is spoiled as fuck by Lard-O because he doesn't want to lose being able to see his princess.) After another few months, Sister moves back in saying that she will try to be nice to the Whale. Minor arguments, but nothing too serious. Until tonight that is. The Blob hits (spanks w/e you want to call it) my younger sister and makes her cry. At this point Sister 2 texts Sister 1 (the one that was kicked out) and tells her. Sister 1 comes back home from hanging out with her boyfriend and throws shit down with the Huge One and my mother. It was Sisters 1&2 against my mother and her fat boyfriend (have I mentioned that hes fat?) So they yell and shit and Sister 1 leaves with her boyfriend and Sister 2 is left here, and she argues with my mom for a few minutes. I knew that Sisters 1&2 were gonna start shit so I just stayed down in my room, because at this point I really don't give a fuck about my family. (I blame the environment I was raised in.) I give so little fuck at this point that I actually planned to move to a different country under a different name and just cut all contact with my family. But I know that is too fucked up, so I won't change my name, but I will still move to a different country for at least 5 years. I've never really told anyone this about my family and I've only told one person about the whole moving thing (not an IRL buddy, but an online bro [I'm lame I know {whoa, triple brackets, I'm sooooo cool}]) I want to move out of the house hopefully within 4 years (17 now) then move countries maybe 5 years after that.
As a bonus confession, I don't think I'm capable of feeling love. Totally serious, I don't really feel love towards my family (again, I blame the environment I was raised in) and all 3 times I've had a 'girlfriend' it was more lust than love. Coincidentally, I've yet to have a serious girlfriend, and I doubt I'll get one until I move out (dropped out of local high school [fucking drama high] and do online courses, so there is no social interaction there.)
At this point I feel like I can tell anything to you guys, and I probably will. On that note I seriously need some advice on what to do here, I'm seriously clueless.
I'll try to not use this confession system like a diary, but boy does that sound nice. So you may start reading all about me in the near future :)
stay classy,
~Garry.Oak[/QUOTE] If you write it like a diary, post, and sign your posts everytime, I'll probably delete the signature. New rule, everyone.
[QUOTE]Well um, I personally really like shotacon which if you don't completely know about, google it. I also had a really, really, large attraction to male friend of mine (I am also male herp)and one day a girl and me got talking about it and she started teasing me about it and saying sexual things involving him which made me really horny ect, I fapped. Me and him were in chat once just talking and being the really submitting person I was, I agreed to masturbate together, I moan, he liked it. We actually still talk no problem and he is one of my best friends and he still knows that I like him sexually and nothing more. More to come. Next when ever I send a email I tell all about how my submissiveness tuned me into the whore of my group for weeks and how I have been used as a sexual pawn for a few people![/QUOTE] k
And updated OP with some rules and guidelines.
[quote]Sister 1 comes back home from hanging out with her boyfriend and throws shit down with the Huge One and my mother. It was Sisters 1&2 against my mother and her fat boyfriend (have I mentioned that hes fat?) So they yell and shit and Sister 1 leaves with her boyfriend and Sister 2 is left here, and she argues with my mom for a few minutes.[/quote]
I just had a mental image of two sisters fighting with a fatass mexican guy while [URL="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VSiCcpA0mg&feature=related"]this[/URL] plays
[QUOTE]So how does this work? I just say want I want?
I posted in the Fast Threads deep secrets thing but I don't think anyone saw it and I snipped it.
Also, this is probably alot different from other confessionals so you may want to post this.
Long ago, I created a girl in my head. I called her Aina. She is supposed to be a cheery and adventurous girl. She was nice and was the image of my subconscious in lucid dreams and whatnot. Eventually a few months ago, I just thought "Why not make a story?" and so I did. I added more and more characters into this story. Good story stuff man, wish I could share it but I want to keep it to myself. Now for the actual problem.
I have more feelings towards these characters than everyone I've met. I mean like holy fuck making sad parts of the story and I'm breaking into tears and stuff. This is probably affecting my sanity in some way. I need help. I don't want to get over them and abandon them but I need to get my focus elsewhere.
If you're gonna post this and someone on FP knows who I am, make sure they don't say.[/QUOTE]
I do this a little to, I made two characters called Cecilia and Aedan and I love em so much I keep retooling their story every time I give up on writing it, the whole story has been flipped on its head about 4 times by now. When I'm just sitting their an brainstorming, or writing, their as real to me as anyone I've ever met.
I think its because we understand the characters so well, and relate them to people we know. (You said she was based, at least partially, off the goddamn embodiment of you subconscious. Honestly, everyone is a bit schizophrenic with their subconscious). Another example, I remember reading WoT and finding myself incredibly in-tune with the story. I actually cried at a lot of parts(at least a lot for a non-emo kid reading a book that isn't a tragedy), and that's when I realized that the characters were so similar to my close friends that their plights struck home.
If you're going to make a story, everything you write WILL be embodiment of the life around you (and your inner mental landscape, but that's based off the world around you, too). Honestly, the fact that you are crying when you write just means you care deeply about people's plights, its just you see and know them completely when you write the stories, while in real like people can cover up the emotions going on in their heads so you don't notice them.
Hope this made sense, some things about writing seem like insanity until you get used to writing.
[quote]So how does this work? I just say want I want?
I posted in the Fast Threads deep secrets thing but I don't think anyone saw it and I snipped it.
Also, this is probably alot different from other confessionals so you may want to post this.
Long ago, I created a girl in my head. I called her Aina. She is supposed to be a cheery and adventurous girl. She was nice and was the image of my subconscious in lucid dreams and whatnot. Eventually a few months ago, I just thought "Why not make a story?" and so I did. I added more and more characters into this story. Good story stuff man, wish I could share it but I want to keep it to myself. Now for the actual problem.
I have more feelings towards these characters than everyone I've met. I mean like holy fuck making sad parts of the story and I'm breaking into tears and stuff. This is probably affecting my sanity in some way. I need help. I don't want to get over them and abandon them but I need to get my focus elsewhere.
If you're gonna post this and someone on FP knows who I am, make sure they don't say.[/quote] I think everyone does something like that. Making stories and characters in your head is just a great way to daydream and being able to come back to it and add to the story is always fun too. Its like a book or show only you can read/watch and since it was made by you it will obviously appeal to you. I think most people would like to write it down or post it somewhere. I think there are sites that let you post little stories you made (just stay clear of the fan fiction sites) if you want to see what other people think of it.
[QUOTE]So how does this work? I just say want I want?
I posted in the Fast Threads deep secrets thing but I don't think anyone saw it and I snipped it.
Also, this is probably alot different from other confessionals so you may want to post this.
Long ago, I created a girl in my head. I called her Aina. She is supposed to be a cheery and adventurous girl. She was nice and was the image of my subconscious in lucid dreams and whatnot. Eventually a few months ago, I just thought "Why not make a story?" and so I did. I added more and more characters into this story. Good story stuff man, wish I could share it but I want to keep it to myself. Now for the actual problem.
I have more feelings towards these characters than everyone I've met. I mean like holy fuck making sad parts of the story and I'm breaking into tears and stuff. This is probably affecting my sanity in some way. I need help. I don't want to get over them and abandon them but I need to get my focus elsewhere.
If you're gonna post this and someone on FP knows who I am, make sure they don't say.[/QUOTE]
Also, if you feel like you want to write a story about this character, you might want to check out my NaNoWriMo thread! /selflesspromotion
[quote]I once had sex with a fat girl.
It was one of the most traumatizing experiences I've had so far during my short 21 years of existence. The saying "curiosity killed the cat," rung true that horrible night, it rung hard. Even now goosebumps are crawling up my arms as I type this.
It all started with a lackluster night. I exhausted all of my contacts and they were all either not partying or hated me too much to tell me about whatever party they were going to. When you're as awesome as me, a lot of people grow to hate you. It's all cool beans though, they're all faggots anyways. Anyways, my friend and I got so desperate to find a party that I started contacting people I hadn't talked to in a long time. High school friends.
I went to a ghetto high school. Actual ghetto. Not the ghetto the rich white kids call their school because sometimes there's a fight, real ghetto where the school closes down because a wall collapses. Where there's no tiling on the floors, just concrete, and no paneling on the ceiling, just pipes, wires, and bats. This kind of environment molds some incredibly strange individuals. Namely, crazy Mexicans. I love crazy Mexicans, but I had distanced myself from them once college started up because bad things always happen around crazy Mexicans.
But we needed to drink and do stupid shit, so I gave them a ring. Turns out one of them has a place in town, and they even offered to pick us up. Mexican friends are true friends, whereas white friends go "Hey man come on over, but you gotta find your own ride." The car that comes to pick us up is filled with Mexicans and the driver is a large Mexican girl. Why they all decided to ride along just to pick us up, we had no idea. As we rode to their place, my spidey sense started tingling like a motherfucker, so I turned to my friend and said "I'm going to make a mistake tonight." I didn't know what it was going to be at that point, but I knew it was going to be bad.
Fast forward through the night, after a few games of beer pong and a couple fighting over who gets to keep the kid, everyone was pretty bombed. Fat girl was trying to give me suggestive looks from across the room. Even though I was thoroughly inebriated, they weren't working. However, curiosity started to eat away at my brain and since I was drunk, it went rampant.
Some guys like fat girls, right?
I mean, that means there's gotta be something good about them, right?
Do they really give good head?
Can it really be that bad?
Can't hurt to try.
It dawned on me. That was the big mistake I was going to make. I turn to my friend and say "I'm going to fuck that fat girl over there."
"What."
"I'm going to fuck her."
"Why."
"You only live once."
"You're fucking retarded."
I walk over to fat girl. Despite being drunk, alarms were going off. I knew this shit was going to be bad but my curiosity was getting the better of me. Knowing I was on the verge of pussying out, I didn't even bother with the small talk. "Hey, do you want to go upstairs and fuck or what?"
She smiled like she just won a lifetime's supply of Cookie Crisp, grabs my hand with a gorrilla grip, and drags me up the stairs into the bedroom that wasn't even hers. I knew I was in big trouble when she locked the door behind me, she knew my friend was a threat and could come upstairs any time with the "Don't do it man, I love you," plead. This girl knew how to cover her bases. She also knew how to get undressed retardedly fast despite her clothes being 4 sizes too small. I think she just ate them.
Everything in the universe was trying to stop me from doing this. The tie on my shorts was too tight and I couldn't get them off. Couldn't open the condom wrapper, couldn't get the condom on. Couldn't get situated on the bed right, couldn't see shit so finding the vagoo was impossible. Yet, I persevered.
I wish I hadn't.
Sex with that beast was absolutely horrific. Oh god, I'm twitching and shit right now writing this. There was nothing good about it. NOTHING. It all combined into something you'd expect from a grade A horror movie. The flapping of loose skin everywhere. The smell emanating from beneath the rolls as they gaped for air. Keep in mind that this girl wasn't even that fat, she was a big girl but not morbidly obese. Still, it was absolutely horrible. Words cannot describe the horrors I endured in that bedroom. She wasn't even good at giving head, add that to having to look down at a fat girl and maintaining a boner is impossible. I could literally hear my boner screaming for mercy as this all happened, faint voices of "KILL ME, JUST KILL ME PLEASE," rung in my ears.
After 5 minutes, I just couldn't do it anymore. I think I was crying, can't quite remember. It was so bad my clothes knew what the fuck was going on, they jumped off the floor and onto my body, they wanted to get the fuck out of there just as bad as I did. I don't remember unlocking the door, I think I kicked it open or something. All I know is that I grabbed my friend and said "WE GOTTA GO," and despite being in the zone talking to a hot girl, the horror in my face told him everything he needed to know. We bailed out of that place so fast you'd think we just killed a man.
We didn't think our cunning plan all the way through. The dorms were around 6-7 miles away, and we were barely able to walk. Still, there was no turning back. It was like marching the Trail of Tears. Every block or so, we'd stop and rest in someone's front yard. By the time we started nearing the dorms, the sun was coming up. We hardly spoke a word for the duration of the walk. When we finally arrived at the dorms, all sweaty and shit, I turned to my friend and said, "I'm going to be traumatized forever aren't I?"
"Yep."
"I'm so fucked."
"You only live once."
Moral of the story: fat girls are fucking gross and anyone who enjoys fucking them is gross. No exceptions. If you know someone who has a fat girlfriend or whatever, realize how horrible that man is. You cannot comprehend the horror that is fornicating with an overweight female.[/quote]
Doesnt matter ; had sex
Does matter; had sex with a whale-elephant hybrid....
[quote]So how does this work? I just say want I want?
I posted in the Fast Threads deep secrets thing but I don't think anyone saw it and I snipped it.
Also, this is probably alot different from other confessionals so you may want to post this.
Long ago, I created a girl in my head. I called her Aina. She is supposed to be a cheery and adventurous girl. She was nice and was the image of my subconscious in lucid dreams and whatnot. Eventually a few months ago, I just thought "Why not make a story?" and so I did. I added more and more characters into this story. Good story stuff man, wish I could share it but I want to keep it to myself. Now for the actual problem.
I have more feelings towards these characters than everyone I've met. I mean like holy fuck making sad parts of the story and I'm breaking into tears and stuff. This is probably affecting my sanity in some way. I need help. I don't want to get over them and abandon them but I need to get my focus elsewhere.
If you're gonna post this and someone on FP knows who I am, make sure they don't say.[/quote]
This sounds really good, you should be a writer because with the amount of emotion you put in you could probably do some great things.
Send confessions in people, this thread can't die!
[QUOTE]Well, Let's get this out of the way first, the subject matter of this one is childhood sexual encounters and weirdness.
I was maybe eight or nine, when I lived in an apartment complex. I'd just moved across the country, but didn't have much trouble as my parents had been moving from place to place since I was born. I managed to make basically one friend, who was acquainted with a large portion of the area's children. Let's call this fellow Jim.
Now Jim, he wasn't really the best kind of person to be friends with. To be very blunt, he was generally stupid, and was an all-around douchebag for a good part of the time. I didn't care all that much 'cause we had fun most of the time. Him and I couldn't have been more different. He wanted to be a football(handegg) player, and taught me how to play. I wanted to be a scientist and was completely out of shape. We wrestled a bit, hardcore stuff for kids like us. But every now and then when I'd have him in a chokehold he'd do the classic "timeout/timein" that kids do. Those weren't the worst times, but fuck me they weren't the best.
Anyways, I was a horny little kid that didn't know it. I'd always found the female genitalia fascinating and had strange dreams and fantasies involving what was behind those flaps. Jim's dad kept porn mags in the bathroom, and I always read them as I took a shit, but Jim would always come in, take the mag, and say something like "man, you shouldn't be looking at those". Well, the first time he was over at my "house", he slept in the same bed as I did. After everyone else went to bed, he said "Do you want to have sex?"
"Sure," I said, "how do you do it?"
"Well you take my pants off and suck my dick"
"Okay"
I did as he said, and stopped within five seconds.
"There," he said, "you just had sex"
"Cool, now you suck mine"
"Naw, man"he said, and went to sleep.
I hadn't heard of "gay" or "straight" at the time, so it wasn't really a thing to me. On other occasions, he made a girl(our age) take a piss facing us outside in the woods, made the same girl come up in his room and take her clothes off.
I lost track of this person when I was nine and a half, as at that time I started going to a school that was nowhere nearby. I was a homophobe the day I heard the word "gay" and learned its definition, and ceased being one when I was fourteen, realizing how irrational the fear of homosexuals is. I haven't done anything sexual with anyone since.
Now for the weirdness one. As I was just discovering how to fap, I had some fucking disturbing fantasies. I was twelve, and had stacked many porn mags under my bed, I'd searched "pussy" on Google Images with safe search off, shit like that.
This fantasy, man. I was gonna create an island, fill it full of bodacious women and not a scrap of clothing anywhere. They were gonna be on my massive dick day and night, and when not on my cock, having sex with various genitalia-shaped plants that grew on this island. I was gonna have a room, and put two babies in there; one male, other female. There'd be a CCTV camera watching this room at all times. The babies would have their minds preprogrammed to have sexual urges for each other, and I would watch the camera feed. I was going to have a kid, and teach them from a screen; be a father figure to them, have a TV with them that I would talk through, and show pornos on the rest of the time. When they got old enough, I'd have sex with them myself. I'd have light-ringed cameras installed in the toilets of the girl's bathroom, just to watch them piss.
Fuck's sake I cringed the whole way through writing that, but there you have it. I now have trouble getting it up to normal porn and often find myself browsing a zoophilia imageboard on the dark net, as well as a video site of the same type on the surface net. I hate myself for it(and many other things), but I can't change it.
So yeah, just another guy on facepunch, I guess. E-mail name's fake, by the way. [/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]i have 2 confessions.
1) i am 15 and i have not gone through puberty. my younger brother ( who is going through it) found out when he walked in on me naked( getting changed) he told all his friends then he told my friends.
i started to piss off my friend off then he told me about it and that he new i tried to shrug it off but i couldn't i know it sounds bad but when i got home i creid for like an hour straight . no they keep on making reverences to it and it gets really awkward.
2) when i was younger about 12 i went to a BBQ with my parents i didn't really know there son. we became friends he is a year older than me. he started saying sexual things to me i shrugged it off as a joke we had a sleepover set up a tent in his garden we started dares soon he asked me "what would you most not like to do tonight" i replied " suck a dick". one thing came to another and we where playing strip poker we where both naked and then he dared me to let him put his dick in my ass i did and then we reacted a gay porno he suck my dick again and put his dick in my ass then i had to suck his dick and i just pulled my head off before he jizzed then i put my dick in his ass and after we got off. i would not say i am gay i have interest in girls and have several girlfriends but however when ever i think of that night I get hard.[/QUOTE] You must have the wierdest boner right now.
[QUOTE]Uh hi.
I told myself that I wasn't going to post here just for the sake of keeping hold of my own memories. But as I looked at my past I realized that I should really let go of some really stupid things I've done.
And trust me. I've done a lot of stupid things. I'm debating on posing as much as I can remember at once or post them over time. I'll just start with a few of the earliest and emberassing memories I have.
When I was REALLY YOUNG. One random time I was taking a bath. I pretended I was making out with Natalya Simonova from Goldeneye 64 (for some reason, I thought her name was Telly)... I never saw the 1995 Goldeneye film until I was 15... so I always imagined that I was hitting it off with the videogame portrayal of Natalya Simonova. But I just ended up moving my mouth on the surface of the bath water. To keep things in perspective; I'm 17 years old and Goldeneye 64 came out in 1997 so yeah.. dwell on that....
When I was young. My mom took me to grocery stores and I would be a good kid and behave, follow my mom, ask politely without begging if I wanted a snack or a toy. When we have our cart with everything we need, we would wait in line to check-out our items, you know, like normal people. My mom would browse the home decor/ homes for sale newspapers. But I wanted to be like an adult and everybody else was reading magazines in the check out line... so I grabbed a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit magazine and perused said issue of the magazine. I didn't know that it was wrong to do; I wasn't aroused by the women in the magazine. I just did it because I didn't want to "read" about celebrities. and I knew that magazines like swimsuit editions of Sports Illustrated have pictures and I was afraid that there would be magazines that didn't have pictures. It was probably difficult for my parents to understand/ deal with because my dad was a pastor back then. To this day, I feel horrible for looking at those magazines especially because I was so young when I did.
In Kindergarden - 3rd grade (maybe earlier) I always had a bladder issue in school. And sometimes when the teacher didn't let me use the restroom... You know, piss all over the fucking place. I was a bed wetter. I remember this one night/ morning distinctly and I peed on my parents bed when I asked to sleep with them on a scary night (thunderstorm? gun related crime? The later is more likely since I lived in the LA area) I woke up and basically the their whole bed had a HUGE yellow circle in the middle. and I mean HUGE. It covered most of the bed.
This (possibly funnier) instance happened when I was in kindergarden, After being denied permission to use the restroom despite it being an emergency, I would eventually slowly leak out my just sit in those blue plastic chairs with a huge frown then slowly raise my hand and ask for the teacher to come here. And in a whisper I would tell the teacher (who is a serious bitch. Remind me to make another entry about her please) that I made an accident. THEN SHE WOULD JUST FLIP THE FUCK OUT. I want to save a lot of details about her to put onto another post some time later. But she just put the blame all on me, telling me to ask earlier or some shit. I'm like.. BITCH PLEASE, you told me to hold that shit and I EVEN SAID IT WAS AN EMERGENCY. To this day, I hate her guts for making me look like a retard.
Anyways. Thanks for reviving the confessional, Oogala. It feels to get this stuff out there.[/QUOTE] No problem bro, feels good to read it!
[QUOTE]So, I'm the person who wrote the first nice guy confession. Just replying to this one I just saw.
"So what happened for the most part was I saw a post on the anonymous thread about "Nice guys" calling them spineless and saying that girls only date assholes because they are more forceful. I've always had an issue with this. I'm very nice to women, complimenting them and stuff like that and they love it but I don't have any guts. I mean, I haven't had my first kiss yet which nags at me constantly, meanwhile other kids are having sex and getting pregnant.
I don't feel like I can be in any way forceful with someone when it comes to romance. Most guys grab their girl and yank them over and can plant one on the lips without even thinking even if the girl is pissed off. And still the girl becomes entrapped with love for the guy. I don't know what it is but my mind doesn't work like that. I don't want to kiss a girl who doesn't wanna kiss me or do it when she is pissed off.
If anyone has any advice on this please help. I think women are just as good as men and shouldn't be forced to do something like have sex or kiss a guy just because he is stronger than her."
You don't have to be ANYTHING like the majority of dicks who treat women like trash. I know this for a fact. Just be yourself, but don't constantly wait for someone to ask you out first. Be nice, be yourself, all of that. But man up, and ask her out, before it's too late.
Believe me, being nice doesn't mean you're forever doomed to the sidelines. How do I know this? About a week after posting that, I got my 2nd GF. Don't give up, and don't stop being nice. Just man up a little.
Appreciate you doing this OogalaBoogla![/QUOTE] Oh god, someone knows about the last letter of my name that is missing! But yeah, confidence is key.
[QUOTE]So before I get into it let me give some back story. I have 2 cousins that I have known all my life. One is my best friend and is very truthful and would never lie to me and the other is the stereotypical super attractive blond girl who every guy wants and is kind of a bitch.
Well I dont exactly remember how it happened but about 2 weeks ago me and my cousin (the one thats my friend) were talking about our childhood. It starts getting to the dark stuff and out of no where he starts talking about that one truth or dare incident with my blond cousin. I have no idea what hes talking about so he goes on and is saying how much I didn't want to do it (Do what I wonder) and then he says "thats when I relucantly pull out my junk" And I stop him and ask him "what?". He is saying I should remember such a thing and I say I have no idea what he is talking about so he says he guesses I must have suppressed it. I have no idea why I would suppress me simply showing my junk and think it was just more likely that I forgot about it.
A week and a half later me and my cousin (the friend one) were talking to our friends when one of my friends starts making little jokes and he directs a virgin joke at me. "Yea haha funny". But out of no where my cousin says i'm not a virgin and I tell him "says I am" and then he starts referring back to that event and how he's not going to tell me here.
So now I'm freaking out wondering that he meant by that and I start wondering why he thinks I would suppress that event he was talking about. I don't know what to think. I know my cousin wouldn't lie to me and If I remember correctly my female cousin was very pushy about the dumbest things and would make me do stuff I never wanted to do. But on the other hand it just seems to0 far fetched. Like some troll story you hear on the internet that you think doesn't really happen. I don't know what to think and I hope my cousin doesn't read this post.[/QUOTE]
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