***Anonymous Confessions Thread v4***

floatindolphin said:
~My "problem" all started back in 2002. I had bought a new game for my Nintendo Gamecube, the game was called Star Fox Adventures. Little did i know at the time but this game would change my life forever. I proceeded to complete the game, as one does, and at the end saved Krystal from within the huge crystal she was trapped within. This journey throughout the game had lead me to a point to where i had fallen in love with this digital character.

Fast forward a few years and I had now collected much furry fan art of Krystal. During these few years almost every session of spank the monkey had involved this character and my fantasies with her. Fast forwarding to the present day i have moved on somewhat onto everything universally furry, but still think about Krystal on a bi-daily basis, dotted about with other erotic furry characters. My collection spans nearly 20GBs of pictures and comics totally over 35,000 unique pictures. I'm now so psychologically "trained" that real women are no longer of sexual interest to me. They're simply all the same now (personality withholding of course). I love the variations in shapes, traits, colours and attributes that is present in the furry fandom. And thus i'm a dirty furry.

For the past 3 years I've been to Eurofurence, an annually themed furry convention in Germany. Nobody close to me knows anything about this, except for 1 friend back in 2003 whom caught on to my liking of Krystal.

Not a confession as such, just an anonymous "coming out of the closet".



OH MY GOD!!! I did a load of the Animation for Krystal in StarFox Adventures! :eek:
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Lol
 
wingman said:
I normally wouldn't feel compelled to write anything about any confession on here, and I further understand that this is against the nature and true intention of the thread.

But please, please do not marry the poor woman until you've sorted out your problems.

Feel free to delete if this is deemed inappropriate.
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also, when reading that one. whats going on with the other people. he cheated on a girl who had got engaged that day!!! what on earth ???
 
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My Dad cheated on my mother when I was 6 with some woman, fast forward a few years, they get married (but do not invite me to the wedding) even further on they undergo IVF treatment to have my little sister (the old man had the snip) Turns out she was having an affair with some bloke and used my dad to get a mortgage, bungalow, car and worst of all, a baby out of him. Now although she was never mean to me, she did have a habit of stopping me from seeing my dad, when I was 18, they split when I was 19 (she stopped me seeing me for 2 years) I go round theirs for dinner. I made sure to go to the gym before hand before driving over for dinner, so i could use the shower.

In which shower I decided to use her Razor to shave my "anal beard" (big mistake, when it grows back its like having sand permanently in your crack) he tweezers to remove some hair around the old chap, her toothbrush to "spruce up the chocolate starfish") and left some horrid deposits on some of her other implements laying around the place (good lord I hope she decided to throw away her dental floss) Had dinner, made polite conversation and left.
 
Not worth hiding behind an anonymous email...

When I was about 13 I was asked to join a football team run my a school mate's dad. The team was a mixture of boys from about 4 local schools. Problem was, mine and one of the other schools were mutual enemies, although fights mainly consisted of swinging wildly at each other with book-laden bags, or karate moves learnt from watching Bruce Lee movies on video (this was the early 1980s, so no weapons thankfully!).

So, footy training was going well, we're not doing too badly in our little league, none of the inter-school rivalry has cropped up, until a few months later a new boy (I'll call him Bob) joins from my rival school, as his dad is friends with the guy running the team.
I was quite a shy lad, never really getting into any trouble and had never met Bob before, so it came as a massive shock when he instantly took a dislike to me. It started off with name calling, never passing the ball to me, quite physical tackles, etc. This gradually got worse over the months and, to be honest, I began to hate going so stopped.

And that was the end of my football career. I never found out what sparked his dislike of me, but did discover he had a habit of belittling people, making out he was academically superior, generally being a bit of nob.

"What sort of crappy confession is this?", I hear you cry! Let me continue...

We'd taken our O-Levels, enjoyed the summer holidays and started college. I bumped into a ex-footy team-mate who'd been at the rival school and in conversation asked me if I'd heard about Bob.
He got jumped by some lads with baseball bats and gave him a real beating...hospitalisation, severe head injuries, ruined his studies for his exams. I was even told who did it and being the kind, good-natured Catholic lad that had been taught by his parents to do the right thing, I did nothing. Inside I laughed. Did he deserve it? Probably not. But even now, 25 years later, I feel no shame in not reporting it.
 
enkoda said:
Not worth hiding behind an anonymous email...

When I was about 13 I was asked to join a football team run my a school mate's dad. The team was a mixture of boys from about 4 local schools. Problem was, mine and one of the other schools were mutual enemies, although fights mainly consisted of swinging wildly at each other with book-laden bags, or karate moves learnt from watching Bruce Lee movies on video (this was the early 1980s, so no weapons thankfully!).

So, footy training was going well, we're not doing too badly in our little league, none of the inter-school rivalry has cropped up, until a few months later a new boy (I'll call him Bob) joins from my rival school, as his dad is friends with the guy running the team.
I was quite a shy lad, never really getting into any trouble and had never met Bob before, so it came as a massive shock when he instantly took a dislike to me. It started off with name calling, never passing the ball to me, quite physical tackles, etc. This gradually got worse over the months and, to be honest, I began to hate going so stopped.

And that was the end of my football career. I never found out what sparked his dislike of me, but did discover he had a habit of belittling people, making out he was academically superior, generally being a bit of nob.

"What sort of crappy confession is this?", I hear you cry! Let me continue...

We'd taken our O-Levels, enjoyed the summer holidays and started college. I bumped into a ex-footy team-mate who'd been at the rival school and in conversation asked me if I'd heard about Bob.
He got jumped by some lads with baseball bats and gave him a real beating...hospitalisation, severe head injuries, ruined his studies for his exams. I was even told who did it and being the kind, good-natured Catholic lad that had been taught by his parents to do the right thing, I did nothing. Inside I laughed. Did he deserve it? Probably not. But even now, 25 years later, I feel no shame in not reporting it.
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While not saying he deserved it I think that's called Karma.
 
A friend once had me help put his wife to bed after a very long afternoon/evening/night time house party.
We carried her up, and got her partially undressed, then I left to let him finish putting her to bed, he came down ten minutes later.
Later while popping for a slash, I noticed the bedroom door wasn't closed fully, and the light was on, she was on top of the covers rather than under them, and in a state of full undress, senseless to the world.
After the slash I went back down, and gave a long look in his direction, wondering if he'd done it on purpose, but when he finally returned my gaze, not a blink, not a quiver, so I assume he was drunk and oblivious to his actions.
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Someone else's fantasy *cough* sorry, "confession".

Not as horrific than some on here but here goes.

My Dad and step mother split up when I was 19, which was a shame as she was such a nice woman, very beautiful, she had large D cup breasts and lovely curves to go with her long legs. As you can tell i had a thing for her, I end up at hers one day as we still talked (dad and her were together for 7 years and still get on) to mount her TV on her bedroom wall for her.

Being 19, and as mentioned before in another post about 19 year olds Priority no:1 is sex. I start dropping hints of how i always had a crush on her, lovely body etc (bad move you might say) and she responds well to this.

I walk into the kitchen and pour a glass of water just as she walks in. She says thanks for doing the TV for her and sh has something to show me. She walks me to her room, where I have just pout the tv and connected everything for her and she asks me to show hr how to us her new DVD player, I turn it on and sh walks off behind me, i'm muttering away pressing buttons etc and when it gets to the menu there is a DVD in there, i click play and BAM. The DVD is of her, in her birthday suit, legs outstretched playing with herself. I being the sexually charged young man is looking at this wonderful thing in awe, she obviously notices as she starts taking her clothes off and helps me remove my shirt and the rest of my clothes (im a bit of a gym rat so i have quite big arms and a well toned stomach) she then whispers now for me to thank you into my ear and then it happens. I loose my virginity to my ex step mother whilst watching home made pornography of herself. We carry on for a few hours and go through all of her DVD's (she has around 6 hours of material of herself with different toys, outfits etc) and I get to know my way around a woman. She teaches me things I did not even knew existed. We meet up quite regularly for sex, and I have had a lot of new experiences with her, including a threesome with her friend Mel (who is 24). She is 38 and I am 19 and I am very proud of this as I am not the smartest chap around and do not have much to show for my life except my sexual experiences which started with her, at 19 my first threesome at 19, on my 21st I ended up bedding a fairly famous English pornstar Cleo summers. So yeah, that's my confession.
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