*** Anonymous Confessions Thread v6 ***


This could be long, so get comfortable.

I used to steal money when I was younger. It all started when I began secondary school and shortly after my mother started giving me pocket money. I think she was giving me £1 a week or £1 a day. Cannot really remember.

Anyway, I started to steal more money from my school friends. One of them found out and told the teacher. The teacher was upset about this but decided not to tell my parents. However, I didn't stop. Then one day, when my dad came to pick me up from school and I got in the car, I took out the money from my pocket (he had gotten out of the car at this point to speak to someone) and was busy counting how much I had. For an 11 year old £20 is an awful lot of money to be having, especially in those days. Of course, I so busy counting it that my dad came into the car and began asking where I got all this money. Because he knew that my mother had not long started giving me pocket money, so I should not have this amount on me. I confessed. He took me home, told my mother what happened. I was severely punished by her first and then by my dad later that night (he had to go back to work). Next day I was covered in cuts and bruises.

Fast forward a few years and my mum gets her business started up (nothing big, just a small shop where she was a seamstress and cake maker and such). I was always helping out with the shop when she wasn't there. But I took this opportunity to see if I could get away with stealing cash from the till. At first, I was taking a quid here and a quid there. But I didn't realise that every time I opened the till when no sale was being made, it recorded this when my mum would tally up the takings at the end of the day. So I waited to see if there was any other way to do this other than when people made a sale and I waited for them to leave before taking more cash. Turns out there was another way via switch under the till. After that I was taking anywhere between £5 and £20 in one go. My mum eventually found out and I got into trouble again.

Fast forward several more years and I am working at a well known electronics company. At first I was assisting customers with what they wanted to buy and then pointed them in the direction of the tills to pay for their goods. Then one day, I was told to go to one of the tills myself. I didn't think much of it as I just carried on doing the job and was putting money into the till. Of course, one day I decided to do a test. I noticed that many customers loved paying for their goods in cash. I'm not talking £20 or £50, I mean like well into the £200-£300 here!

So there I was one day swiping the items and then the customer hands me a huge wad of cash. There had to be at least £150 or so! I took it, but at this point one of my colleagues distracted me and I was in the middle of opening the til to give the customer their change and receipt. When my colleague left, I closed the til and the customer left as well. Only to realise I still had the cash they gave me in my other hand. Checking around to see if anyone was watching, I carefully placed the cash into my trouser pocket. I finished work that day and went home to count my "takings". Sure enough, £150!

This went on for a few more weeks and still no one said anything! I must have stolen around £700 in total before I quit just after Christmas of 2001. It's fair to say that since then, I have never stolen money from anyone ever again!

Please keep this one anonymous. I know you will, Mags. But just wanted to reiterate. And thank you for letting us do this. Helps to get these things off our chest. :)
 
Note: I did not receive this regardless of the opening sentence.

I have sent this confession before, a long time ago and I can only deduce you did not get it or chose to not publish it, anyway it is 100% true. Make of it what you will!

Long before the days of the internet I worked with a gorgeous girl (I will call her Debbie to save her blushes) who I ended up having quite a raunchy fling/affair with (Mainly in work [Shifts]), she was married way too young to a much older guy (+20ish yrs older) who belonged to one of the areas 'money' families, I figured she was with him for money. We were both young (early 20s)and we were both having lots and lots of fun whenever we could, then things got complicated (Danger sex was her thing and we almost got caught too many times) I was also seeing other girls there and stuff was causing lots of friction so to keep my job I calmed things down a lot and eventually things fizzled out and she left the job, I heard much later (Over a year- it wasn't mine!) she was pregnant and had left to start a family. Life moved on but she was such an animal when it came to sex I just could not get her out of my mind.

Over the years I have been seeing her on and off purely for sex (We both live in the same town and bump into each other often) , nothing is out of bounds for her, the wilder it is the more she's turned on by it, we have been to orgies, wife-swapping parties, dogging (This is her absolute biggest get off) she is now in her mid 40s and still has the looks and body of a 20yr old, she is still married to the same guy although they are pretty much estranged now he refuses to divorce her as it would cost him too much.

Why am I confessing this? Well, she is the mother of a well known member here at OcUK, I only found this out by accident a few years ago (I was almost floored when I put 2 and 2 together and realised they were who they are!), I have known them since they were about 4 and they have seen me about for years and years, I have worked in their house, they know my name and think I'm a 'family friend' they are completely unaware of the sordid relationship I have been having for over 25yrs with their mother :)

They are now grown up adults and are making their own way in the world, at no stage did I ever put their parents marriage at risk, it was already a broken marriage a long time ago. :) Oh and the last time I saw their mum she [redacted] in broad daylight through the open window of her car in a very public car-park, this was last week, this is the stuff she gets off with.

TD:DR?= Am I [redacted] your crazy depraved mum?
 
This isn't really a confession, more getting things off my chest.

I had major surgery in the past, involving an unusually long period under general anaesthetic. I accept there is probably no scientific evidence for this causing any sort of mental episode, but the memory and cognitive problems that I suffered took a very long time to clear. I don't know how to really explain this properly, but I feel somewhat different since then. Maybe I was just mental to begin with and this tipped the balance.

I now literally hate life, other people and any sort of social interaction, with very few exceptions now. To say this is making my job difficult is an understatement.

I've always been a very sociable, affable person and am the chief organiser for a few large groups of friends - but since then feel like I'm an actor in some sort of surreal show I don't want to be a part of. When I'm out and people are trying to talk to or be nice to me, I often think about how nice it would be to stab them in the face. The mask has started slipping quite a lot lately, where I'll be standing at a crowded bar, staring into space and people will ask me what's up, so I have to put on the smiley, happy face again and say I was just daydreaming.

I also discarded a promising relationship I had and since then have just taken home randoms and treated them as disrespectfully as I possibly could until they finally bailed and left. I'm lucky I haven't had the police called yet.

It sounds like a cliché but I honestly want to see the world burn. This affected my EU referendum vote - I voted for the possibility of ensuing chaos but sadly don't think it'll happen and we'll all be OK.





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Probably not the most exciting confession but anyway.

I'm 32 years old and still a virgin. Over the years I've had a few opportunities hear and there to sleep with someone but I always gets too nervous and bottle it.

Not too long ago I finally got a girlfriend but she broke it after 3 months during which I didn't really make a move to sleep with her and now I'm back to where I was for years - unable to meet anyone (any messages I sent on online dating sites is ignored).

I'm seriously convinced I'm gonna die alone and unloved
 

Well I told the wife about the money and within 24 hours I had some of her family over asking what we were going to do with the money. I said it was nearly all spent already and the fun hit the fan!

Basically I was told that "family come first" and as I suspected it was uncles of hers that I have no time for, were asking about was I looking to help family member out. When I told them there was only £3k left to be split between "family" they were livid lol.

One uncle had the cheek to ask me what I'd spent it on. I said the mortgage and a fund for my kids university degrees so they won't have to take out loans.

As uneducated as they are, the didn't see that as a good thing in that I hadn't given more to family members. It'll be fun to see how things pan out. I'll give another update later this week after the dust settles a bit.

Family eh?
 

I have a crippling prostitute addiction and constantly find myself jacking off to these pictures I have taken at trade expos with booth babes. It seriously harms my ability to have meaningful relationships with women, especially given my already sadbrains, but I cannot fight this crippling addiction to looking like such an alpha male.


picture redacted.
 

A couple of years ago I was talking with some friends at the pub, bit of banter really and one of them confessed too having paid for sex (not sure if it was guilt or just wanting others opinions on it). I'd never really considered it before, I've been to strip clubs and spent obscene amounts of money on stag do's and the like and always thought it was a good laugh. After learning a bit more about it and the various sites he had used during the conversation I laughed it off and moved on with my life. I have kids etc and am in my early 30s and travel a lot for work which takes me all over the country.
I rarely used to stay away. However I had worked two weekends in a row and decided I was sex knackered to drive home. Booked a premier Inn and got the laptop out to watch some movies. A couple of hours passed staring at the walls when I had that urge of having an itch to scratch. Other half miles away and just a few films to keep me company wasn't enough so I started to look on adultwork for curiosity. Now I rarely ever watch porn (been there done that) however I do know a few of the uk starlets. I done a search round where I was and who should pop up but Emma Leigh! Literally has the perfect everything I consider for a fantasy girl (freckles **** really dumb etc). Didn't really believe it was actually her and at 250 an hour I was shocked!
Roll on the next night and I just couldn't get it out of my mind, so I contacted her via email. She replied almost instantly and I could feel myself shaking, I dove straight into it and arranged to have her come over (she was local) for an hour booking. I was crapping myself for the whole hour I waited for her, she turned up wearing what I asked and I was instantly raging. I won't go into details as I'm not really allowed on this forum, but I will say it was totally worth it. OMG the moves and the body and literally in everywhere. She was really nice as well and I got some memory's that night which will last till I die.
Afterwards I kinda felt a bit numb about the whole thing. My family etc and what I had done. I mean it's terrible right? Well I had none of those feelings and I was hooked. Since then I've probably seen 20 different girls, all of them have been atleast 8s and one of the Romanians was so hot and in such good shape I honestly couldn't believe my eyes. Money isn't an issue at all for me doing this and it's now become such a rush, this one I was seeing in Portsmouth for a while introduced me to stuff I'd never have considered doing before, also having 3 20 year old girls on your bits at the same time is something everyone deserves before they die!
I've seen Emma once again after and chatted with her about it all, she said there isn't a type which does this and that you would be surprised at the people she sees (just normal everyday people and not weirdos like you would expect) and she certainly knows how to perform......
 
I resent and despise my GF's grandmother.

She is one of the most miserable, selfish and depressing human beings I have ever met.

She is depressed because her husband passed away years ago - this I can understand. But due to this, she feels it is appropriate to bring everyone else in the room down with her. Nobody else is allowed to be happy because she isn't.

Whenever I ask her how she is, there is always something wrong. She can barely walk due to her age, but always insists on doing everything (the dishes etc) without accepting help when offered, then will complain about the pain later on to make everyone else feel guilty. Because of reasons like this, she is physically exhausting to be around.

Once when she was visiting and stayed over, I went downstairs to grab a drink and say goodnight, I deliberately avoided the living room she was in and crept past so she wouldn't know I was there.

Same when she was leaving the next day, I used an alternative route through the house and trod quietly so she wouldn't know where I was so I didn't have to say goodbye to her.

She feels it is acceptable to display no manners anymore. When speaking to people, when at the table or anything really. I sat next to her at the table once and almost gagged at the noises that were coming out of her cement mixer of a mouth!

Every time I go to bring this up with my gf as I always want to be honest. I feel bad and decide to just leave it. It isn't her fault and there is no point burdening her with any stress over it.

I used to just let it slide. But one time when we were passing by we knocked on the her door to say hello and there was no answer. We thought nothing of it and went home. My GF called her grandma just to make sure all was ok and all she got was yelled at down the phone for "leaving" her there when she could've fallen over and been in pain or something and we would never known because we walked away after knocking :rolleyes: it reduced my GF to tears. Since then I'm blunt enough with her to the point where I am just outright rude. My GFs Dad (the grandmas son) has clocked the change and understands. He understands what his own mother is like and doesn't blame me for the way I act at all.





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I've been fighting myself, wondering if I should share this story....here goes nothing...

I share an office with a guy. Let's call this guy Simon. Simon likes to go for long 30 min poo's. When he leaves the office for a poo, it's obvious to me that he's going for a poo as he takes his Andrex wet wipes with him, which he keeps in his desk drawer.

Here's where the fun begins.

10 mins after he leaves for his poo, I also leave to go to the gents toilet. However I also take with me a piece of fruit. Sometimes it's a clementine. Sometimes an orange. This one time, though strictly not a fruit, I took an avocado.

When I go to the toilet, I take my leak, clean my piece, wash my hands and leave.

BUT, and a big BUT, just before I leave, I roll a piece of fruit under his cubicle door.

Why? Because it's hilarious. The first time I did it he said "excuse me mate, you've dropped your orange" and rolled it back underneath his cubicle door, not knowing who was there. I promptly rolled it back to his cubicle!! :D He was so confused! :D

The second time I did it I tossed a banana over his cubicle door. His response was "FFS mate, sort it out". He then flung the banana back over his toilet door. I flung the banana back, he shouted, and I legged it.

He's told everyone that sometimes he goes to the toilet someone throws fruit over. He doesn't know what to do. He tried changing where he poo's. However I've always sussed it out, and fruit abused him.

Things were getting hot, and he started complaining about it a lot. He asked people in my office to keep an eye out for any one leaving with fruit. So I laid low for 2 months. Just when he thought the mystery fruit man had stopped, I started doing it again! :D

HA HA HA HA HA

I'm challenging myself to lob over a microwave pack of mac and cheese. I think it might be too much. Though I'm struggling to see how I'll get away with leaving the office with a mac and cheese packet without being caught.

Ideas are welcome! :D





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I worked in a small office with a woman who is happily married and my age, i too am happily married and would never consider cheating. However for the 14 months we worked together i used to naturally flirt a little and ended up kind almost controlling her ( but didn't take advantage, ever... But i could tell she hung on everything i did and said)..... Then one night out over xmas she told me that she had fallen in love with me and got to the point where i was all she could think about day and night..... Not once did she ask if i felt the same, almost like she just wanted to get it off her chest. She didn't make any moves on me nor i doubt she ever would have .




I felt very weird about it and also very offended, i thought we were just friends. It freaked me out because her husband is a good looking sports playing nice guy.... Which then totally freaked me out at the thought of a ***** like me working with my wife and turning her eye!




I've realised that unless you put the same effort into your misses, someone else could come up from out of nowhere and sweep her off her feet! I could have been a scum bag and taken advantage her husband got lucky!
 
A woman started in our office about three months back and, despite her only being a temp admin assistant, for some reason seems to think that it's her job to boss everyone around. She's just not a nice person. Well she left her personal GMail login details sat on her desk and I put it to good use.

Each day on the drive into work, I pull up for a coffee and a paper and make use the free wifi to send absolutely disgusting emails from her GMail account to everyone in the office (it's not as if I like any of the knobs who work here anyway) including myself to throw off suspicion. Things like violent gore pics, extreme porn, the Swedish goat, the party of lemons, [edit= girl who is in a tub] etc. etc. This has been going on daily now for about three weeks and despite everyone, including management, getting really irritated by it she still hasn't changed her GMail details.
 
I recently got married and whilst I'm happy with my wife, there is this one ex I can't get out of my head. We've dated some five years ago and the reason we broke up is she had to move away for a job. Things turned a bit sour between us after we split up to the point where we've not spoken for years. The only reason the relationship ended was distance. If she hadn't moved, she'd most likely be my wife. I catch myself thinking about her more and more. She's gorgeous, sexy, beautiful...hottest woman I've ever been with. My brain keeps playing tricks on me where it replays certain episodes we've had (if you catch my drift) and my heart accelerates like crazy. I can't tell anyone as my wife and I have mutual friends and I don't want to upset her. Is this fairly normal? Does everyone have that one that got away? I obviously don't want to hurt my wife but these thoughts occur more and more frequently. The ex still lives abroad and as i said, we're not on speaking terms, but if she lived nearby, I don't think I could guarantee for anything. Would love to do things to that hot little body again :/
 
I accidentally entered a nude party and was too polite to leave instantly.

In Spain I went to a cruise bar. You had to knock on the door to enter.

I did not release it was a naked party that night.

I was told on entry, but decided to go along with it. I paid the cover fee and was offered a bag to put my clothes in.

I got undressed, it was very hot and dark inside. So I decided to ask for a Fanta lol.

Whilst waiting for the drink I was already being [redacted] off.

Upstairs there was another floor and guys were "mating" but it was all bareback which is disgusting.


So I just had my fanta and left.

Not sure what possessed me to go int there, but I was proud of my restraint as I could have had anyone in there.
 
Fruit ninja here,

Thank you all for the feedback.

Some background: Simon and I work in the same office. We're not pals or anything. We make small talk when we bump into each other in the kitchen. In fact, he has vented to me on occasion that "someone is winding him up" by throwing fruit and vegetables in his toilet cubicle.

He suspects his neighbor who occupies the desk next to him.

Obviously things are quite hot - lots of people are on the lookout for people who take items with them into the toilets. Lots of people are being accused. Mass hysteria is an issue. It's a hot topic in the office right now.

The last time I did anything was 2 weeks ago when I rolled an orange under his toilet door. He swore so much - I don't stick around too long to listen to the abuse. And I don't do it every time Simon goes to the toilet.

To alleviate concerns that this is made up, I'm going to try and film it. Obviously I will obfuscate information such as the company, the person, and meta data embedded in the video. I'm going to think hard about this as obviously I want some fun (it's hilarious I can assure you) but I don't want to lose my job.

I'm thinking - THINKING of telling my desk neighbor I am the fruit ninja and asking for his help to film me the next time I do it. He's 19, young, and always showing me prankster videos on his phone so it might go down well with him.

I need to first determine if I can trust him.

Advice on how to proceed? Stop while I'm ahead?
 
When i was 15 i had a pet rat, used to take it to shops and back in my coat pocket , one day it started having fits so i thought it would be best to kill it by hitting it over the head with a screwdriver, must over taken me around 5 minutes of doing it as did not want to hit it to hard, once i see it not moving anymore i gave it to the cat next door.
 
Years ago I drove to Southampton to meet a girl online and she paid for my petrol. Not only did she pay for my petrol but she bought loads of snacks for us to eat and drink.



I did not consume any of these snacks and wasn't even really sure why I was there, later that evening I smashed her pasty and then caught a cold and left. As I was leaving she offered me all the snacks to take back home. I took the snacks.




Driving back, late at night I was questioning myself WTF did I just do and looked at my passenger seat full of goodies and it reminded me of her, so I threw them all out the passenger side window whilst driving down the motorway.




Turns out I made the girl pregnant and she lied about it at the time so I blocked her.




Oh and a few weeks later I found half a pack of chewing gum in my pocket that she also gave me, that got tossed out the car window down the motorway too.




I should drive back to there and throw fruit through her bedroom window.
 
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