*** Anonymous Confessions Thread v6 ***

I have cheated on all my ex partners except my wife. I have no intention to cheat on her.
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I stick bottles of wine down my trousers at work (I work in a shop) whilst wearing an apron so no one could see then I used to go to locker room and put the bottle in my bag in my locker.
I have a folder on my hard disk that is 20 folders deep each containing random files. The one that it last has lots of very good porn.
I used to have 3 face book accounts to chat up randoms whilst I was going through my cheating stage. I used profile pictures of ocuk forum members that I nabbed from the mug shot thread/website. Making sure they was good looking. I only used face book and social networking to get naked pics of women. I never met them.
 

This is quite long. If too long and you don't use it, no problem. I've been meaning to write this down for BBC Radio 2 confessions. It's 100% true.


About 5 years ago, me, my then GF who has sadly passed away, and our daughter went to the cinema. It’s one of those purpose built jobs that has shops, restaurants of varying quality, cinema and a multi-story car park. The car park requires you to take a ticket. As the designated driver for the evening, I took the parking ticket from the machine and paid absolutely no attention to what I subsequently did with said parking ticket.

So, we go to the cinema, I forget what we watched so probably not that great, and whilst queuing for overpriced snacks I looked down and saw a ticket on the floor. “Oh, what a silly sausage. Someone has dropped their ticket on the floor” I thought as I gave it a little kick with my shoe and dismissed it.

As the credits rolled and we left the cinema, I vaguely noticed a couple with their children having what can only be described as a “Public spat”. The father/husband was getting an almighty ear-bashing but I didn’t really pay any attention. Do you know why?

By this point, walking to the car, I began to consider the location of the parking ticket in order to escape the car park. Mild panic sets in as I can’t find it in my pockets. I open my wallet and in amongst the receipts for meals of varying quality, the ticket isn’t there.

Immediately, I realise the “Silly sausage” was me and it was my ticket on the floor of the cinema’s entrance. I rush us all back to the cinema, find a young lad who really doesn’t need the grief and grill him over any handed in parking tickets. Low and behold, a ticket is produced having been found on the floor. “That’s our ticket” I cried and felt this overwhelming feeling of joy that we would finally escape and I wouldn’t feel quite so foolish.

However, all was not well. My GF says “It’s not our ticket” “Don’t be silly” I said, “Of course it’s ours, I saw it on the floor and ours is missing”. My GF studied the ticket again and said “The date isn’t right, we got her after 4pm”. By this time I had switched off from everything other than getting us out of the car park and no manner of discussion was going to dissuade me of my task.

We got back to the car, ticket in hand and as we got in I spied something on the floor of the drivers’ foot well. A small white piece of card with time, date and welcome to ABC car parks. All the clues instantly fell into place. The ticket I had taken from the lad in the cinema wasn’t our ticket. My GF was right, it wasn’t our ticket. Our ticket had been in the car all along. The ticket we had was the couple’s ticket and the father/husband, who I noticed was still in the car park arguing with a microphone speaker affair by the gates whilst his wife looked on in disgust.

I didn’t say anything. I used the couples ticket to escape. Stared blankly at the couple as the gate lifted and we sped off into the night. I don’t know how long it took that family to get out of the car park.

Cheers
 
This isn't something i have done myself however something i witnessed when i was 16/17. Was over at a friends house as they had gone away for a while so was having a few beers as you do. One night it got pretty messy though everyone had an awful lot to much to drink. Now for some reason a friend of mine decided he would burrow a hole into a malt loaf that was in the fridge and **** the bejesus out of it. Once he had finished his business he put the chunks of maltloaf he had removed back into it.... and put it back into the fridge. Needless to say a couple of days later we went downstairs and his parents had come home and his mum was eating some of said maltloaf and mentioning that it tasted "odd" I have not eaten maltloaf since :(
 

As a 28 year old male, I had sex with a 63 year old woman, whilst her husband watched. At the time thought it was just something to tick of the bucket list, but totally enjoyed it and would do much older woman again.

Also had a super fat **** buddy, at least size 24. Again at the time was a bucket list thing but I had been through a bit of a dry patch and needed some release. Surprisingly she was exceedingly good at it, and I carried on seeing her for over a year, at least once a week, for some very enjoyable albeit sweaty fun.
 
I once spent the night in a man's house without his knowledge. I was supposed to be staying at a mate's place in Rosetta but found myself on the wrong side of Hobart late at night, after public transport had stopped. Fortunately I was not drunk or high, so I still had my wits about me.

Another mate took me back to a house in Lindesfarne, where he rented a room. He told me that the owner would not allow guests, but since I was desperate he smuggled me in on the condition that I left as early as possible on the following day. I sneaked into a bedroom, and slept on a trundle bed. It was just a single mattress with no sheets, but after searching a wardrobe I found a thin blanket to cover myself. I used my jacket as a pillow. This was a Tasmanian winter. Polished concrete floor, no carpet, single glazed windows. Yes, I was cold.

I woke at 6:30am and changed into a spare set of clothes I'd brought with me. The owner of the house was listening to the radio but hadn't left his bedroom yet. My friend got up about 30 minutes later and made plenty of noise making his way to the bathroom for a shower. I used this distraction to tiptoe past the owner's bedroom and make my way to the front door. I fumbled with the latch for what seemed like an eternity, and eventually got it open.

I crept down the front path to the garage, where I concealed my original set of clothes beneath a stack of firewood. I walked to a local mall and hung out for a couple of hours, then eventually made my way back to the house and pretended I had only just arrived via public transport. The owner (who didn't suspect a thing) greeted me warmly and insisted on serving me a hot breakfast. Later I retrieved my clothes from the firewood pile, and took a bus home.

I have never felt guilty about this. It was great fun, and I would do it again! ^_^
 
When I was in primary school I once ran head first into a windowed door to prove I had a hard head. I guess I proved myself right and since that day the school had glass re-enforced with metal wire so I supposed the increased security is as a result of my thick head.
 
I've cheated on every single one of my previous 3 partners and my current partner. I've lost count on the amount of ladies I've had sex with in my current relationship. She has no clue and it's turning into a regular thing (once, twice or even 3 times a week, with the same or different women, depends on the week).




Until recently... I got a girl potentially pregnant, a girl I'd been seeing for the past 3 years (she's spanned over 2 of my relationships).




She picks up the results today, I've never been more nervous before. If she is, I'm going to come clean, most likely get what I deserve (loneliness) and hopefully this will finally be enough to stop me sleeping around. As I can't seem to stop my self.




I love my current partner, enough to marry her. Of which, my friends and her keep asking me to, but I simply can't bring my self to do it due to the amount I've cheated on her.
 
There was an email sent round at work a few months back, it was about the state of the blokes toilets, there had been complaints from a few people, and the cleaner, in the email was closeup images of the offences, there were shots of pebble dashed pans, toilet paper on the floor and even skids on the toilet seat! Truly horrific sights! the message was clear, scrub the pan afterwards!! I sat there shaking my head tutting and saying out loud things like "those animals" and "that's disgusting" but inside I wanted to burst out laughing, for I was the culprit and I found it hilarious that the whole office were reaching for the pitch forks! to me it was an accomplishment, I hate a lot of my colleagues, so to offend them in such a way is priceless to me. I feel bad for the cleaner though, I didn't give her a thought so I have since cleaned up my act, but sometimes, I spread my cheeks, lean right forward and push really hard, this means the pan gets sprayed and I get the satisfying feeling that I'm spraying in protest of the regime in place. I should probably change jobs! I hope not to offend anyone, but to me its hilarious.
 
When I was in my 20s, I was on holidays in New Zealand with a friend of mine. My friend knew a girl there and we got to stay with her. Whenever I travel abroad, I can't poo for a few days. On the day I finally could, I was really relieved until I realised I simply couldn't flush it. Nor sure if it was because it was particularly hard or because the toilets in NZ are a bit useless. Anyway, after having flushed three times without result I decided that the flushing must be getting obvious but I also couldn't leave that thing in the toilet. I noticed the window (this was ground floor) and decided the only sensible thing is to grab it and throw it out of the window. As to not draw any more attention to myself and the window opening, I decided to cough loudly so nobody would hear the window. I looked around, nobody in sight outside, and I threw it in the garden. Note it was very hard so no mess. I felt a bit gross, but also a bit happy because I finally got rid of it. I coughed again as I closed the window, washed my hands and joined my friend and his friend. Later that day, my friend came to me all concerned and told me that we need to talk. I nearly confessed my horrible action but instead looked at him with fear and shame in my eyes. He then proceeded to say that his friend thinks I have an eating disorder and was throwing up in the loo because she'd heard me flush multiple times and cough. I told my friend that she's a liar and that I neither flushed multiple times nor threw up nor coughed in an unusual way. I couldn't confess what I'd really done so I made it sound like she's crazy – while my poo was rotting in her garden.
 
For the past fifteen or so years I have been very active in the White Nationalist community and have done some things that would shock and scare people who know me. There are three or four pubs spread out over about 50 miles that we meet in where the landlords all hold similar sympathies and let us use their back rooms for meetings. Two of the core group are serving police officers who have helped things go smoothly on numerous occasions.

None of my family and friends suspect a thing and think that the meetings I attend are for a PTSD support group. They would be shocked beyond belief to find out the truth and even more shocked to learn about some of the things that we have done.
 
Back in the mid 90s I was engaged to my long term girlfriend. We had been together since high school and were one of those couples that never had any drama or arguments, we just got along. I had stayed over at her place one evening as her parents were away on holiday. The next day she was driving me home and was taking the pee because I got pretty drunk the night before and had been feeling rough. To get back at her I leaned over towards her and pretended I was about to throw up in her lap. She panicked, swerved the car violently and lost control. The car hit the barriers on the left, rolled over them and bounced down a large embankment and came to rest upside in a ditch next to a field. We were both pretty badly hurt and hanging upside down in the seatbelts barely conscious. I looked across at her, her face covered in blood and barely recognisable. She was mumbling incoherently, her breathing was laboured and sounded obstructed. I was the same, barely able to move, nothing was working or making sense, it was like the confusion from being extremely drunk. I was trying to talk to her but have no idea if I was even saying words. All the time we were hanging there the song No Rain by Blind Melon was playing on repeat – it was kind of our song. As the confusion continued I realised that she’d stopped mumbling, and her breathing was slowing and sounding more laboured. Not long after I realise that I can’t hear her breathing at all.

The next thing I know I’m waking up in hospital surrounded by my family. She was pronounced dead at the scene and my family were told to expect the worst for me. I made a full recovery and to this day nobody knows I caused the accident or that I’ve spent the last 20 years wishing I had the courage to take my own life.

I still can't listen to that song without breaking down.
 
I've been with my girlfriend for close to 10 years and met and got together when we were in 6th form so both 16 years of age. This is the story of my introduction to sex, jumping straight in at the deep end.

Anyways the first couple of weeks went as you would usually expect of two nervous teenagers who didn't know what the hell to do with each other, holding hands and so forth and generally just being awkward, anyway week three rolls around and my girlfriend invites me to a house party one of her friends are having. Being new to the area and new to the school I think great. Was about 8 of us in total going and all was great.

Anyways I go to the party and I'm having fun and we are all getting pretty drunk. As things progress drunk horny teenagers start doing what drunk horny teenagers will do and start making out with each other. Nothing too serious until 1 of the girls walks past grabs my hand and forces it down her top. I panic as it is in full view of my new gf and think oh ****.

Instead of going ape, my girlfriend just laughs and then encourages me to put my other hand down. That was the point I realised things may get interesting with this group.

Anyway time goes on and the house party's are a regular occurrence happening about once a month and getting increasingly seditious. I and my gf lost our virginity together properly in the hosts parents bed.

Eventually this effectively became full fledged orgys with everyone getting with everyone else and my girlfriend especially enjoying having "fun" with the other girls. Suffice to say us boys really enjoyed watching.

The hosts parents worked away a lot hence why we got to do this fairly regularly. Anyway one particular night we were all having our way with each other when we hear a knock on the door. We all scramble to get ready and in walks the hosts mum who had come home a night early. It must have been pretty obvious what was going on but we thought we had gotten away with it. That is until the mum blurts out "why could I hear girl noises". Suffice to say we all walked home feeling pretty shameful that night and could never look at our friends mum again.

This went on for the full two years of 6th form until we all moved away for uni etc. We are mostly all still best friends and meet up every few months though separately and not all together. Nothing happens now though and it's just a normal non sexual relationship between us all bar me and my gf. The thing is,as deviant as it was it was some of the most fun I've had in my life. Sadly my gf isn't into trying it with anyone else, although me and my girlfriend have a good sex life I do sometimes wish for those days back.

Anyways pretty extreme entry into sex to a fairly standard & ordinary, albeit good sex life now. Guess I feel I peaked too early. Anyways no one outside our group and our friends mum knows about it though a few rumours went around school. Though those rumours were a lot more innocent than what we actually got up to such as "I heard your girlfriend made out with another girl". Of course we would always deny it. Funny as most people looked at us with awe or curiosity rather than disgust. Anyways that's my tale and god what I'd do to go back to those days.





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1. I got my nuisance neighbour (constant loud music, fights ...) evicted by the landlord. Thing is, he was also my boss and when he confided in me that he was getting thrown out, I redirected the blame to the other neighbour who got a lot of abuse for it.

2. While my sister had a group of friends over for a sleepover, they left their overnight bags in the hallway, I decided it would be a great idea to live stream myself rubbing their toothbrushes in inappropriate areas of my body (front and back) just for a laugh. I have done it many times since....

3. On a long holiday(before tablets, easy internet) I became so horny, I actually fapped over a female horse outside the window...

4. I lost my virginity to a giant 4" teddy bear which often left telltale piles of stuffing on the carpet. My mum thought it was the cat that played with it.
 

5 years ago I ended up in a relationship with someone who'd been a friend for many years.

it was great, the sex was amazing and we really connected. Over the last 5 years we have learnt a lot about each other. One thing I have learnt about myself is that I have been suffering from depression for many years. I grew up in a very violent household where my mother was an awful alcoholic and my dad who is the most placid person would be wound up to the point where he would hit my mum. To help with this I have been going to a psychiatrist to try and come to terms with what went on and how I should deal with things.. I drink on a daily basis to deal with things, I know this isn't the right thing to do.

What I learnt about my other half is that she is bi-polar and has tried to kill herself a few times, once while with me.

Over the last 2 years we have worked hard to learn to deal with our issues and got to point where we have bought a house together and got engaged. She is the world to me and up until this morning I was the world to her. She got up this morning and has told me she doesn't enjoy her life with me anymore, despite me drinking less and less she says that she can't deal with it anymore. I have been through so much with her, she tells me that I am the reason she has her bi-polar in check more than any time in her life. I understand she has been through bad times with me drinking but there has been progress with that.

If she leaves, I won't be able to afford to keep the house and we are a year away from being able to sell. We both got into dept putting the house together so that will be a disaster also.

I am totally lost. I couldn't face work today ( I work in the City doing a really great job that changes lives, so not a total drop out )

I also woke up with hemorrhoids for the first time in my life, FML.
 
My aunt won 27million on the lottery and has given me £300,000 quid. It has been sitting in my bank account for months and I don't know how to tell my wife now that we are loaded as I know her family will be looking a slice of the pie but I'm loathe to give her family a penny as I don't like them. Most of them don't work and sponge off the state and would just spend the money on drink or rubbish. I'm dying to spend some cash but can't as the wife would know and would want to know where I got the cash given we are "skint" in her eyes.

This came with a link to a newspaper adding credibility to the claim. I was asked to remove it and have done so.
 
I am a happily married man with a wonderful wife and children. I never really saw the people who lived opposite to me. I knew they were younger than me in their early twenties and that they had busy lives with high-powered jobs. They were the model modern couple: attractive, intelligent and well-off. Suddenly they seemed to be around more and yes when I saw the lady my guess was right she was clearly going to give birth soon. We spoke more and chatted and got to know each other.

Time went by and her husband went back to work and she didn't. We saw each other around and then one day there was a knock on my door; she had locked herself out whilst pushing the now one-year old around to get him to sleep. I invited her in whilst her child slept. We chatted and then she confided in me that her husband was always at work and didn't seem interested in her anymore. I replied I found this hard to believe but life often has periods like this and that it will pass. It was a hot day and she wasn't wearing a lot and well things got complicated and passionate fast.

Three months down the line we see each other every day for a few hours and whilst neither of us wants to change the way we live our public lives neither of us wants to give up what can only be described as unadulterated lust. She wants to do things that I'd never ask or expect me wife to do. Things often get downright depraved but it's consensual and she says she want to try things with me she'd never considered before.

Will it last: I guess not. Will our lives implode and people we care about get shattered in the process: maybe. Can I stop: no. So I guess I see this one through to whatever awaits us. I know it's probably not healthy for me or her and that we should stop but the simple fact is I just don't want to.





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This is an unpopular opinion but also a confession: I am secretly annoyed at people sending it outrageous stuff. That "confession" about the guy who caused a car crash and killed his girlfriend is – if true – manslaughter. Whether that story is true or not, it took the whole light hearted fun out of this thread and of course everyone and their mother jump on that confession. Yeah, I get we're supposed to feel sorry for that guy who supposedly distracted his girlfriend while she was driving and thereby killed her and then didn't even have the guts to come clean.
 
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