*** Anonymous Confessions Thread v6 ***

This is from a couple of years ago.

I was having a pretend sickie day, lying on top of the covers, my girl had brought tea and toast up, leaving the door open and then went on to bring the kid to school. Browsing away on the ipad visiting some colourful sites, when I heard noises from the bedroom across the hall.

My GF sister was staying with us for a couple of weeks that Spring, realised I could switch the ipad to camera mode, and watch the screen eyes down, pretending to browse and yet still see from the end of the bed, across the hall and to the bedroom door.

I decided I would flash her, and see what her reaction would be.

So me lying on the bed, in loose bed shorts, quickly arranged myself, so my bits were not adequately covered.

I had a bit of a chub on from the previous browsing, but wasn't hard, more looking impressive, like I was a good 'show' er, and god knows what size 'grow' er, still hanging down, so she wouldn't be suspicious. Pillow on my lap, ipad clearly visible so she would know I was reading, and wouldn't be looking up to see her reaction.

Anyway, out of the bedroom she comes, spots me, says 'morning' or some such, then asks how I feel, as she had heard I was unwell.

I am watching in the screen for any reaction, and halfway through her question, I see her eyes go wide, and eyebrows raise as she clearly spots it.

Her eyes immediately dart up to my face, which is still looking down into the angled screen on the pillow, I pretend to be flicking a finger up and down the screen as if browsing.

She looks down again, then up, as I answer her, starting a conversation, I briefly look her in the face and eyes, before going back to the screen, while continuing to chat. She chats on, coming into the room, continually glancing up at my face, which remains down in the screen.

She sits at the end of the bed, dong and balls in full view, as she is talking to me, she is just staring at it. It was remarkably difficult not to sprout into full boner, but I didn't want her to know I was watching her look. My heart was getting faster and faster as the conversation progressed. After a time she seemed reassurred that I had no idea I was on display, she fumbled with her phone, and must have snapped a shot.

I nearly erupted at that, but she left to go and have her shower.

Heart so fast, I lasted exactly 2 strokes after she walked off before becoming a gloop fountain!

She took the longest shower I have ever known her to take, so I am going to assume she enjoyed it also.
 

Early 90s, when I was in my late teens, me and my mates used to hang around a neighbours house during school holidays when her fella was at work. She was hot!

She was married with kids, and had issues with her husband.

One week he went off with his mate, she invited us around. Ended up have a few beers and ended up playing into a true / dare game.

We ended up kissing and something clicked. We stayed awake until the others were asleep then we slept together. It continued on a regular basis for quite a while. We almost once got caught by her fella returning early from work un-announce because he had forgot to pick something up in the morning!
 
! UPDATE FROM $300k GUY !

After reading the comments I have decided to tell my wife, this should be fun. It isn't every day she will find out she has access to a decent wad of cash.


In response to comments on here. I'm not young, I do have a mortgage which will be paid off in full with the money, when I tell her.

I'd LOVE an 8pack machine but it isn't going to happen lol

300,000 quid given to me IS a lot of cash. we don't live in England so things are cheaper in context.

....and yes you will all find out what happens when I tell her, going to leave it until the weekend when we are having dinner out before the show we are going to see.

My aunt is planning to give most of her money away, over 20million of it. Madness but it is her money so she can do with it whatever way she wans to spend it.

She hasn't given this amount to everyone, I know her better than most as I used to help her around the house fixing things and painting etc. It's more of a "thanks for being a decent nephew" type of payoff.

I'll let Mag know the outcome in due course when things settle down.
 
Several years ago I had a fling with a work colleague that lasted a couple of months. We used to meet up in places where we wouldnt get spotted by people we knew. So one day I think it was a bank holiday we met in this sleepy village in the middle of nowhere because it had a pub near the station. Anyway after a couple of drinks we were both getting pretty horny so in the absence of any where else to go for privacy, we decided to sneak into the toilets.

I ducked into the gents first to check the coast was clear and then ushered her in. We went into the cubicle (there was only one) and started getting down to business. It must have been late afternoon by this point. However a slight snag was that the lock on the door was broken, so I had to position myself so that I could wedge the door shut to stop anyone walking in on us.

After a while we hear voices in the main room. There was a young boy saying he really needed a poo but his dad (presumably) was saying he'd have to wait as someone was using the toilet. This was a bit of a standoff as obviously we couldn't leave without looking very dodgy (plus dad would have had to explain why there was a woman in the toilet with me)! And presumably they thought whoever was in the loo would be finished soon and come out. So I'm there pushing against the door in case they decide to check if it is in use, all the while we are both desperately trying to stifle our laughter.

Eventually they gave up and left. By this point the old chap had calmed down a bit so she just [REDACTED] with her mouth. I then had to check the coast was clear before we snuck back into the pub, I think we left pretty soon after because it was one of those paranoid situations where you think someone must have sussed you.

I kinda miss those times. There's a few other stories I could tell...
 
I have slept with my best friend's younger (6 years younger) sister three times - first time at a party and the second and third time were arranged. What makes it so much worse is that she has been married to a woman for 2 years and is openly gay (not Bi, fully out there). I honestly feel terrible and I often worry about either me or her getting too drunk and spilling the beans by mistake. She is extremely attractive and I don't get much other 'action' so it's difficult to resist. I will probably do it again when she asks.
 
Dearest Chief Dreadful,




The small tale below is less of a confession, but is still a secret and may perhaps be a small light in this thread of - well - pony ogling weirdos.




I'm the grandchild of a famous Pop/Rock star who first rose to fame in the late 60's. Sadly, this man does not know me.




He left my paternal grandmother, to whom he was married, when she was (knowingly) pregnant with my father in order to pursue his music career. He left her without a penny to her name in a home where she couldn't possibly pay the rent. After she'd recovered from the birth of my father he was raised by his grandparents whilst she went to work so they could all live.




The man is now married (and has been for many years) to another women - he never sought a divorce from my grandmother.





He presents the persona of being a very family orientated man and has used this to further his career to a large extent. He has published a number of autobiographies and been present on many TV shows where he talks of his family and yet, in none of these does he mention his first family that he abandoned.




My father could have, at any time, revealed himself and completely destroyed this mans career and personal life. I could do the same. I've come close on a number of occasions, not out of personal benefit, not out of spite but out of what this man did to my father.




The reason I haven't is simple, the man who raised my father, the man I call grandfather was a brilliant man. I wouldn't swap a single memory of him for all the money in the world and the other man does not deserve the acknowledgement of his relation to me.
 
I am addicted to MMOs. I've played most of them over the previous years and I can't help thinking about new ones that are coming out and how I will level up in them and what class I will play and what gear. When my wife got a job where she earned enough to keep us and our child in a decent life style I faked depression so I could just stay at home and play Elder Scrolls all day. I haven't got the courage to tell her that I don't really have depression and that I lied just so I could game all day. I love leveling and that sense of achievement that you get from getting geared up. It's such a buzz and I'd rather do that than work or spend time with her to be honest. Everyone else is just an inconvenience that just gets in the way.





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I loved Acme for his Toyotas, I secretly caressed his Cat D Celica at night and used to tighten bolts much harder so he would break more stuff.



I miss his threads on that car, so much passion for all that rust. I think he should buy another Cat D Toyota from Small Heath.




Celica is love, Celica is life.
 
My friend slept with a GB athlete who is married with children. This athlete is a national treasure, and this revelation would destroy their public persona.

I want to tell people, or even sell the story, but it would create all sorts of problems for my friend.
 
I apologise if this is a bit long.

[ALL REDACTED]


C'mon champ, you can try harder than that :(

e: actually, maybe that's less hard than that.
 
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When I was in my late teens I had a spell of "activity" with my sister's friends. She is 2 years older than me and at the time was living with one girl, who I had sex with frequently. She even snuck up to my uni house on the train just to see me, or doing it while my sister had popped to the shops etc.
That wasn't the first one, either. I've slept with 4 of her closest friends and none of them know about each other, nor does my sister at all. I'm now in my 30s and married, my wife knows about one of them (I was really drunk and said something, which I instantly regretted). My wife likes to think I was a virgin before I met her, I'm sure, but there have been times where I've had sex with the office secretary (before I met my wife) on the COO's desk (he was a moron anyway, best use of his desk) and many other worse things I could never admit to my wife.
 
Hikari Kisugi said:
Mags was the fully redacted one just too dirty, or was it illegal?
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It was well written but still dealt with consensual underage sexual activity. Very underage.

Anyway.

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redacted poster said:
Hey,

Is there any reason why my confession was redacted? I guess I did focus too much on religion and posted too negatively in that regard, and the mods probably didn't like that. You can just edit the post and explain there why it was redacted?

Just annoying as I spent ages typing all that up. :(

Thanks
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Edited version.

I apologise if this is a bit long.

[]Now, during this time I was unbelievably horny as you would expect. I distinctly remember getting raging [] from just listening to the lyrics of songs. So one time, I was at my friend’s house and we had some music on. Unable to control my raging [], I got into his bed and pulled my trousers down a bit. For some reason, or by mistake, he pulled the duvet off only to reveal said raging [] on. Anyways, one thing led to another and for the next 6 months to a year we would regularly [] each other off and some times even [] each other off. We were both straight and would put porn on whilst doing said activities.

I look back on this time with so much guilt, we were really young and had no idea what we were doing, but would meet up regularly and there was a certain thrill to the ‘wrongness’ of it. As an adult now, I am completely comfortable in my sexuality and am 100% straight. Although I did have a bit of a ‘phase’ a couple of years ago. But I came out of that still straight. I even have a girlfriend who I have been with for a number of years now. Our sex life is great and I love her very much. However, just one problem – we are Muslim. Now girlfriends and sex before marriage isn’t really permitted in the religion. Both of us are not religious at all but I really just say I’m muslim for the sake of it and to keep my family happy.

You may wonder, where do we do the deed? Well, we both still live at home with our parents so it’s quite a challenge, but no challenge is too great when you have two horny adolescents. I would (and still do) sneak into her room through her window. Luckily she has a lock on her door and an en-suite room so bathroom isn’t an issue. We have also done it in random places in the car. Someone spotted us once and called the police (get a life right?). Thankfully, when the police car pulled up to my car, I managed to get my trousers half up and talked my way out of it before the officers stepped out their car (I even surprised myself how calm I was). I think they were mainly just concerned that I was with a prostitute as we were not too far from a known prostitute hotspot.

Oh yeah, we’ve been together for over 4 years and her parents still have no clue about me. My mum knows however and she’s been quite open minded about it surprisingly. But I hope the day will come where we can just get married and finally get away from all this.

This whole experience with the secrecy and not being able to be completely open about our relationship has made us both absolutely resent our religion and the culture that we come from. I absolutely cannot stand parts of my family as some of the religious chat they come out with is just mind numbingly stupid and I cannot comprehend how people can live with such delusion. Literally everything is based on religion for some people in my extended family.

Now because of this I absolutely get a massive thrill whenever I do something that is against the religion or taboo in our culture. I first got absolutely smashed in 2013 when I was 19 during a weekend away in Newcastle with some mates. That was the time of my life. I loved it so much that I still get drunk on nights out and have such a good time. And it’s also made me realise not to take life to seriously and that living by such strict set of rules your entire life is the worst thing imaginable. I am so glad my family moved to the UK and that I have grown up here. If we were still back in my parent’s home country, I think I would genuinely rather kill myself than have to live a life so based on religion and rules and obedience. [] that.

I consider myself atheist but to my family I am muslim. I don’t think this is something I could ever tell them. My parents are not that religious either to be honest and thankfully don’t force things on me at all really. But I know that I can never tell them about the alcohol or the atheist views I hold.

Other acts of rebellion against religion include smoking weed with my girlfriend and [] each others brains out for hours on end. Pure bliss.

Despite all this, I have somehow managed to maintain an absolutely immaculate image of myself to my family. They see me as this perfect man who could never even think to do such things. I have become so good at lying that I even scare myself at times. I have performed exceptionally well in my studies and this has helped to maintain this ‘good boy’ image so far.

Unfortunately, I have no confessions involving faeces.


At primary school, I went through a brief stage where I decided to poo on the floor in the toilet instead of in the bowl like a normal human.
I don't know why.

It became quite a thrill when it got to the stage that the head teacher addressed the issue in assembly and they had dedicated staff to authorise and record every child's trip to the toilet during lesson times for a couple of weeks at least.
That didn't stop me, as I usually managed to find a window of opportunity and continued the game of cat and mouse until the novelty wore off and I retired undefeated.
 
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I was happy married for over 10 years. I did not think my relationship would breakdown but throughout our marriage I built up Blackmail information against my wife and her family just incase it did.

When me I got divorced I used it to shaft her out of half a million.
 
A couple of years ago I was staying at a friends house after a night out, this guy was, and still is my best friend. I don't remember the exact time we got back but I remember it being quite late, around 2am. Anyways, we got back to his house, he made me something to eat and me and his girlfriend had a chat for a while whilst watching TV, a few beers later, he said he wanted to go to bed, and kindly offered me the sofa in his conservatory. I accepted politely and we went out seperate ways, he headed up stairs to bed, while I headed off to his conservatory, his girlfriend (now wife) remained in the living room watching TV, i Just assumed she was going to sleep there so I headed off to the sofa in the conservatory.

The sofa was one of those small, hard and really uncomfertable kinds that you just cannot get comfy on no matter what. So after about 15/20 minutes, I gave up.
I headed back to the living room to see his girlfriend still sat there watching tv, she greeted me and I explained I couldn't sleep, she suggested I come and watch TV with her and I thought nothing of it. I sat down next to her, and we watched TV for a while, she was one of the types to always have her head in her phone, so we made some conversation, but not much. About half an hour later, we were midway through the film, and it had been silent for a good 20 minutes, when her hand rested on my lap. I was and still am socially awkward, so i didn't really know what to do, I just kind of ignored it. Her hand progressed towards my groin and things got a little weird, I was a virgin at the time so this was alien to me.

So heres the big revelation, I went along with it, I allowed to her to continue and things got way out of hand as I started to participate in it aswell, things progressed even more and as you can guess, I lost my virginity that night, in my best friends living. It was the most awkward time of my life as we had to be extremely quiet and I was completely inexperienced. He still doesn't know about this, but he always asks me why I never go to his house anymore, I think you can guess why. It would be totally awkward. The wedding day was the hardest part of all this.

TL;DR
Lost virginity to best friends girlfriend, was best man at wedding, he still doesn't know.
 
About ten years ago I was a lowly temp working for Ford Credit. I was
responsible for analysing credit applications as they came in. Mind
numbing stuff. To get through the day I took to nipping out for a bottle
coke. This involved walking out to the landing above the atrium and
going down the four flights to the ground floor where the vending
machine was.

Ford were celebrating their centennial anniversary at that time and had
displays up in the atrium with rare pictures and books. They even had a
Model T in there, part of an exhibition showing 100 years of automotive
engineering.

I purchased my bottle of coke and started back up the stairs. As I
neared the top I decided to practise flairing, flipping the bottle
around my hand. I slipped and the bottle went over the side of the
railing and fell the four floors into the atrium. There was an audible
bang and I saw what I can only describe as a coke mist coming up to meet
me. A moment later and I had fled through the door to my seat. After a
few seconds I was overcome by guilt and owned up to my boss.

She took me down to the atrium, which was quite a sight. It was raining
coke and there was a traumatised looking security guard. Needless to say
the display was wrecked and disappeared that day.

Unsurprisingly my employment didn't last much longer, however, a while
after I left I bumped into my old boss while on a night out. She told me
they had to get cherry picker in to clean the coke stains off the walls
and ceiling but that it didn't have the height to do the full lot. So
everyday as she went up the stairs she was reminded of me.
 
Skidder said:
Well that gives us the gist. Assuming human?
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Yes human, this isn't reddit. Peg and a round hole, so to speak. Not that I care but particularly difficult to edit without the confession being "I [redacted] THE END"

My Spidey Sense tells me that probably 70% of these are true or at least mostly true. GD - you sly old dog, you!
 
I just don't seem to have a conscience. I can't help myself, but to manipulate everything for my own gain. Surprising how much you can get away with. Stealing/cheating/manipulating. My only fear is getting caught. I can't see what future I have when I abuse the trust of people who love me. This worries me because I have an easy life.

I recently ran over someones cat, it was still sorta alive but I had to leave it or get caught. They blame the postman who has now taken stress leave over the abuse he received.





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email from experimental poster said:
Sorry you could not post it.
I avoided the word anal on purpose to try to make it printable.
Not to worry.
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Oh go on then.

During an experimental phase in our relationship, my significant other once shaved me. Completely.
Then followed a digital examination, with one finger to begin with, then two, she referred to this as 'her ******* me'.
During the same session, she progress to using some beads in the same manner, and then finally progressed to her battery operated device.
She stimulated me, all the while using the other in and out.
It resulted in the single most intense and longest duration climax I have experienced.
She won't do it again, but I secretly wish she would, over and over.
 
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