*** Anonymous Confessions Thread v7 ***

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It's that time of year folks!

*** Anonymous Confessions Thread v7 ***

Following the success of the six previous threads I'm proposing a new thread with the same rules for all the new sinners to confess.

The rules, as always, are:

No sick stuff, anything medical related such as being depressed wont be posted.

Remember this is a family forum so anything really sordid, explicit, targeted against other forum members, or majorly criminal wont be posted as it would get removed by the mods anyway.

They are then posted here, by me, anonymously for all to see and discuss.

If you're worried about being anonymous, I won't release any details about who sent it. Hopefully the previous threads would help alleviate your fears, but feel free to create a throw away email account.

The posting of the confessions will be done by me.

The address is: [email protected]


Some examples can be found in the previous threads:

http://forums.overclockers.co.uk/showthread.php?t=17723248
http://forums.overclockers.co.uk/showthread.php?t=17981266
http://forums.overclockers.co.uk/showthread.php?t=18408016
http://forums.overclockers.co.uk/showthread.php?t=18517688 (and thanks to burnsy for this format)
v5 - https://forums.overclockers.co.uk/showthread.php?t=18627900
v6 - https://forums.overclockers.co.uk/threads/anonymous-confessions-thread-v6.18748954/


Really important - I will not change any of the confessions other than to remove any swearies and replace them with stars; I don't want to get probated for someone else's potty mouth. If it's not suitable for the forum then I will not edit it to make it forum friendly, it just will not get posted at all.

Happy confessing!
 
A few years ago I accidentally opened one of my neighbours letters. It had been incorrectly addressed to my flat instead of his. It was from a alcoholics rehab facility telling him a place was now available. I didn't want to give him the opened letter because I didn't want him to know I knew, and I couldn't repost it in a new envelope because the letter inside had my address at the top. So my only option was to shred it and bin it. I don't know whether he ever got another letter, but judging by the arguments and fights he has with his wife, even if he did go it didn't work. The arguments get particularly bad during long bank holiday weekends. Last Monday they had a 4 hour argument, I could hear things being thrown and at one point I thought the ceiling was gonna come through.
 
When I was 15 I went on a night out with friends and two lads I didn’t know from the army who were nailing two of my female buddies.

After a decent night on the Smirnoff ice, the two lads and I managed to pull a group of 3 ladies. Long story short all 3 of us got our way in the local bandstand with the individual ladies and then we parted ways soon after. At the end of the evening I got invited back to the lads b&b and sneaked in to sleep on the floor instead of going home.

Woke up in the morning after sleeping like a log and sneaked out with the lads in a mad mission to avoid paying for the pleasure of sleeping on the floor.

When I got home I had a shower and while washing my tackle I noticed it was red as ****. My first thought, given I’d just lost my virginity, was that it’s probably blood from sleeping with a fellow virgin; but after a rather long scrub due to it not budging one bit I started ****ing myself. This was back in the day before you could just google stuff so I was absolutely papping it.

After what felt like hours it twigged.. if you haven’t already guessed it, the lads had put iodine down my pants while I was flat out. I was probably snoring my head off while they were wetting themselves with laughter. Rather funny looking back but perhaps not so much at the time!!
 
While in Dubai, I decided to visit a notorious brothel. I "hooked up" with a smart looking Nigerian girl and took her back to my hotel room. Shortly after doing the biz, the door burst open and I was dragged out by security. I then spent the next two nights in a police cell. Worst still, my belongings were stolen, I missed my flight home and I contracted a rather bad case of herpes.
 
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Last year me and GF had a break up, she went to her aunts for two weeks, her aunt was telling her to make me leave the house, but would not as would have nowhere to live so stayed, her aunt did not like it so phoned the police about it and also saying it was an abusive relationship, got nicked the next morning, spent 9 hours in a cell, got NFA
A few weeks later we had the social services at the door saying about a abusive relationship as police gave details to the SS as we have a child who is 7 years old, they said they can help us work things out to be a better family, after a couple of months we got put an CPP, have done everything they have asked, like courses/ programs, all pass fine, was happy with the outcome, last week GF went away with her mum, child, was ment to come back home on monday midday, still not back yet (friday) texted her when she is coming back
Now SS have gave her 2 options, which are to have child put into care or to leave, they have told GF why they want to do this but not me and she cannot tell me why its happening as im not ment to know
I come to the point where i just feel like giving up everything in live if the worth happens, as going to kill me inside
 
Nothing particularly gruesome or weird, but on my stag do I promised my then fiance that when we went to the strip club there would be no private dances had.

Well, I had about £200 worth of dances (all bought for me by my best man and mates), and it was awesome! [redacted] in face, all that. The no touching rule seemed to only apply to me and not them.

I came home and said it was fairly tame night, no dances and not to worry about it. I've already been planning how to siphon off the odd bit of cash so I can sneak out to do it again! It didn't feel like cheating at all, but she'd never get it. Am I a bad person or just an average bloke?
 
Kind of in response to the guy who went to the strip club, but I guess you're just an average bloke. At least that's what I tell myself after I did something similar.

A while back I went on a stag do to Amsterdam, leaving my girlfriend of several years at home. I somehow found myself away from the group and was fairly drunk late at night. Now the idea had never really been in my head but for some reason, in my drunken state, I thought, when in Rome..

I wandered round a few of the streets checking out the talent and trying to build up the courage to actually go through with it. As I was looking a stunning blonde beckoned me over and next thing I knew she had the door open and I was following her in. As I went in, she asked if I wanted her friend to join in as well. This seemed like too good an opportunity to pass up so naturally I said yes.

Long story short and without the gruesome details, I ended up having a threesome with two porn star hot prostitutes while on holiday without my girlfriend and it was fantastic (and reasonably priced too after I haggled her down with my beer logic). I don't feel any guilt for what I did, no one knows about it and I've often thought about doing it again over here.
 
So how do I start this, by telling you all that I am not a good man, nor a good friend.
I have an almost perfect life, a great job I enjoy a large circle of friends and active social life. I'm also mostly happily married and I think that says it all. Roughly a year a go I travelled to spend a few nights at my oldest friends home, alone to catch up and just generally shoot the ****. Him and his missus have been together for almost as long as I've known him and I've always believed she hated my guts. She's always been pretty rude to me, short usually one word answers and mistaking innocent attempts at having a laugh with her as attacks etc. It can make being there pretty uncomfortable.
Fortunately both my friend and his missus are shift workers and ideally on this visit I'd maybe have only crossed paths with her briefly. So my second night in my friend gets called into work for an emergency which torpedoes our plans for that night, it was pretty chill just sat up watching TV with the place to myself, spoke to the wife on the phone before she went to bed etc. Long story short (Lets call her Sarah) came home from a work do dressed in one of the most revealing Harley Quinn costumes I've ever seen and was just drunk enough to have lost her inhibitions. So yeah we did the nasty! More than once. I was wracked with guilt and left vowing to never let anything like that happen again to ashamed to own up to my friend but ready to face the consequences of me being an utter idiot. And nothing was said.
Since then it's happened another two times, I don't really know why I keep doing it. Yes she's hot but if I didn't like her as a person before I certainly don't now yet when the opportunity presents itself I can't stop myself because its exhilarating.
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To preface this: I consider this a point of personal growth, not illness. I'm male. I'm not some leftist crazy or right wing nut if that really matters to anyone. I certainly understand any doubts anyone has over my conclusions based on the limited information I'm giving here.
Not too long ago I spent some time trying to meet up with some trans women after spending the entire of my adult life adoring them. So I got chatting with someone on one of those apps who told me they wanted to dress me up as a woman. I jumped at the chance, didn't pass of course, but it brought back a lot of confusing feelings.
So after a number of attempts to put my thoughts to writing in a large trans community, editing, rewriting, and finally deciding that I was incapable of making enough sense of it to ask, I went off to read previously asked questions that turned out to be almost identical to my own.. The answers suggested what I suspected and were all very understanding, but still didn't really put my mind at ease, until.. one point that repeatedly comes up - If you could press a button and become X gender and everybody remembered you as X gender, would you do it? - which seems to make the whole thing very simple because yes, I would. I believe it, not just because of the button. This is obviously not something that's just come up and I've had wants for as long as I can remember. I've realised I'm not just interested in being with these people, but being one of them, which on the surface seems a bit ludicrous because why would you want that if the real want is for a different existence entirely? That's never going to happen though is it. It's about what's feasible.
I'm unsure I could ever go through the process of transitioning because other than the obvious acceptance from family and friends, some who've expressed disgust towards trans women, and whether I'd ever pass, I love women and very rarely find men attractive. I'm also thirty now. Past the prime age for hormone treatment. Still this is something I must explore, if only in the way I dress and present myself.
So going by current gender identity concepts it seems I'm a trans woman who's mainly attracted to women. Laugh, sneer, whatever, it now seems to make a lot of sense to me.
 
I was recently mentioned numerous times in a local paper, and the police even appealed for people to report me if they recognised the amorphous blob on the CCTV image they put out, because at night when I'm out cycling I take a large water pistol with me and spray homeless people with it. This has been going on for months. I very nearly got caught once too, I'd just sprayed one of the parasites when out of nowhere two or three police officers rocked up and gave chase along with a plain clothes car. I won't lie, I ******* bricked it and nearly ended up coming off as they chased me around the streets and back alleys. Thankfully, a mountain bike can go places a car can't and I managed to dart through a couple of posts and have my escape onto some open common and disappeared into the darkness. I actually sat in a small copse about two or three hundred meters away and watched them look around with torches for quite some time, so they were dead serious about trying to nick me.
It didn't stop me though, I simply started cycling in the next town over.
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So not one of my proudest moments, but I'm on holiday with the boys. Its been a great trip, much fun was had, much alcohol was drunk, our last night is in Vegas, we fly back the next day.
In true holiday spirit we started drinking early, I've done a couple of hours on the tables and I'm a fair few vodkas in and I'm sitting on a decent stack of chips. Go back to the room, get changed and we head out for a barcrawl thing with 2 hours of "free" booze. Eventually we end up in one of the big clubs, some how I lose the other guys so I'm sitting outside in the MGM Grand just chilling, I'm pretty slaughtered by now.
I get approached by a young lady... I might have been drunk but I knew the score. Now... I hope this doesn't come accross as racist but black girls are not my thing, its not meant as a slight but in general I just don't find them attractive. We get chatting, she sees me as an obvious mark, I ask her a price - its $1000 for the night. For some reason I agree, she was a good looking girl, but for reasons mentioned previously she wasn't my type.
We end up back at the room, transfer of funds ocuurs and we get down to business. We're not long into it and suddenly it hits me - "What am I doing?" "I'm not getting anything out of this" - so I fake my climax. She asks me when I want to go again, I'm not sure what I say but I think I pretty much thank her for time, usher her out of the room and sit on the bed with my head in my hands ashamed. I've always found the idea of paying for sex repugnant, not sure how this all happened.
I was single at the time, so no reason to feel guilty, but I'm deeply embarassed that I paid about 3x the going rate for a prostitute that I didn't fancy and had to fake climax just to get her to leave.
But sod it, its a story to tell.
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I did try and email this a couple of years ago but it did not get posted at the time.

If anything the situation has got worse.

I am a seemingly happily married guy with wonderful children, and despite having a great sex life with my missus I indulge in prostitution.......a lot.

In the UK, Australia, Japan, Singapore, New Zealand, Morocco, China, Hong Kong.

I travel a lot with my work and if that country has a high end prostitution business I always indulge.

Bar girls, high end escorts, independents. Colour, creed or religion makes no difference.

Over the past 5 years I have spent in excess of 30k on this 'hobby' and before I travel I always research and try to find out the best place to make things happen.

I want to stop, and the longest period of time that I abstained was about 6 months, that was until an old contact hooked me up in Hong Kong.

Its not great, I wish I had never started, but like any vice its addictive.
 
On my 21st birthday, I had a party at a pub. One of the guests was my mums 55 year old friend who lived a few minutes walk away from our house. She was on her own as her younger husband had to get up for work. After the party we went back to me and my families house to carry on the drinking and after a while she started getting fruity with me. Around 5am, she said lets go back to my place, but to make sure her husband had gone to work. We waited at the end of the road for 10 minutes, eventually he came out, got in his van and went off to work, We went to her place and went at it for about an hour. I then walked home. The couple eventually split up a year later (not over this). He never found out.

However, 12 years later, my mum, who was still friends with them, offered the fella a room to rent at our house! He accepted and moved in. That was awkward enough, but we got round it and kept quiet. Me and him also get along great. After about four years though, him and my mum fell for each other and are now officially living together. They have also talked lately of getting married! I still live there, and now, I have the complication of potentially having a stepdad who has no idea that 17 years ago or so, I banged his wife while he was out earning a crust. I even spilt a bit of man juice over his newly laid Wilton carpet. Whats worse is he's the only one who doesn't know. My entire family know, including my mum, but have always kept it from them. An Eastenders situation if ever there was one!
 
A school friend of mine was killed in a horrific road accident. I'd not seen him in a few years, but about a month before he died, I got talking to him in a local pub. He always liked his drink and was renound for acting like an utter tool after a few beers; especially if his mates were present. On this particular night he was on top form. As well as throwing a load of abuse toward me, he also slated my mum, who at the time was still getting over the death of her mother.

I'm normally a pretty laid back guy, but this annoyed me no end. When I heard he'd died in a brutal accident, I was actually really happy. I even attended his funeral, laughing inside.
 
As some of you may remember from my previous post in another confessions thread, i won quite a whack of cash in the lottery and was trying to hide it from my wifes family, due to the spongers etc, while thinking what to do. My wife is made of better stuff but her brother is a layabout who, when found out we won money, proceeded to beg 24/7 off my wife. I ended it after I discovered he'd went through £1000 a month for two months from us. He came round to ask to borrow more and I told him no. He then got violent and started fighting. He's a real rat faced looking chav and I took pleasure in dishing out some street justice. He took his sorry rear end home and he then said I'd better sleep with one eye open from now on. At that point the police were called. Fast forward 9 months later and he's now in jail for burglary and prescription meds dealing.


Her other family members have been pretty good about it after all my worry about them sponging. We gave them all a lump sum and said that was it, no more was available as the rest of the cash was being put into financial plans of various descriptions. With him in jail I think everyone else has breathed a sigh of relief and enjoyed their money without him doign the rounds "borrowing" money off everyone.


Thankfully I've been lucky enough to have bought 7100 AMD shares while they were in the single digit price and I'm sitting on a very nice profit on that portfolio alone now. Enough to recoup the scummy brother in laws money incident.


If only you could change your relations.....
 
OK, here's another tale of infidelity.
It was several years ago now and I was out for a night out with my girlfriend and a few other friends. I've known one of the others for years and was very good friends with her, but she'd moved away and I hadn't seen her for a while. We'd flirted and stuff in the past but nothing more.
She was staying at our place that night as we had a spare room. Everyone was pretty drunk and we'd gone home and my girlfriend had gone to bed. I ended up kissing and fooling around on the sofa downstairs with the other girl. We stopped before we went all the way and agreed the next day never to mention it again. We're still good friends now and no one else knows.
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Back in the early 90’s I was 20/21 years old; I was also in the Army and due to deploy to Norn Iron for 6 months. I invited one of my army friends over to my parents’ house where I stayed when I came home on leave.

I’m not a huge drinker, never have been, back then I also wasn’t very bright and just tried to fit in – very naïve.
After a night out in a neighbouring village, we were walking home and passed a local garage, not a main dealer, just some backstreet repair garage. For some stupid reason I decided it would be a great idea to have a look inside. Once inside there were one or 2 cars and the keys sat in the ignitions. I started opening the garage doors and pushing one of the cars out. Drunk, doors, rolling cars, we soon had the whole neighbourhood twitching the curtains.

I still thought this was a good idea and even though we were less than a mile from home and our beds, I started up the car and beckoned for my mate to jump in. He really didn’t want to, but I pushed and pushed eventually off we both went – driving away from home and into the next town.

Before we got to the town, I started to sober up, wtf are we doing? I got scared, but we were now miles from home, drunk and in a stolen car. I jumped out of the car and started walking home (again!). My mate then jumps into the driver’s seat and said to get in and he would drive back – I did. Not 2 minutes later blue lights flashed behind us and we were nicked.
Subsequent court appearance and my mate is done for Theft of a motor vehicle and Drink driving and was given a huge fine and points; we both also lost our roles we were due to be doing in NI and ended up doing **** duties for 6 months. In court he covered for me, saying he was the only driver whilst I just sat there like a rabbit in the headlights.

My confession is that we are now almost 30 years on from this incident and honestly, I am a very productive member of society, where for the past 10 years I deal with threats to National Security. I have a good job, a great home and family, however, my ‘friend’ was never able to move on from that one night, that one stupid mistake. His criminal record has held him back from ever doing anything but minimum wage jobs. I have never spoken to him since, but every few years I will check his facebook, hoping, something good has happened to him – it hasn’t yet.
 
A few years back, I moved to London. It was a nightmare trying to find a flat to live in, so after a lot of messing about, I ended up living with a live-in-landlord. He was an Irishman and at first glance everything was fine, shortly after I moved in he went to live with his girlfriend in another country for 6 months, so I had the place to myself.
Eventually he returned, that's when things started to go south. It turned out he was consuming insane amounts of alcohol, to the point where he was never sober, he would be drunk for weeks at a time without a moment of soberness. Most weekends he'd consume as many as 6-8 bottles of wine per day.
Living in this environment was pure hell, along with the alcoholism came violence. He had a long-distance relationship with a girl in another country, he would frequently have 5-6 hour long skype calls with her. These calls would often result in him unleashing endless torrents of abuse, using language I've never heard a man say to a woman in my life.
Things came to breaking point when he started getting involved with drugs, the flat would frequently be visited by random people, they'd then do crack in the living room. One time my bedroom was invaded by random men in the middle of the night, I had to get out of bed in a screaming rage and wrestle them out naked.
One time, I'd had a bad week - I could hear his awful voice screaming at his girlfriend, I was in the bathroom and it had been going on and on for hours. In front of me was the bathroom cabinet where I noticed his electric toothbrush, from absolutely nowhere I suddenly had the idea to do a bad thing.
I took his toothbrush and smuggled it into my bedroom, I then pulled up some naughty images on my computer to make it easier, then proceeded to shoot my load all over his toothbrush, whilst simultaneously laughing like a maniac. I cleaned most of the residual mess from it - whilst leaving enough to make sure there was some still there, I returned the violated toothbrush back to the bathroom cabinet.
It was never mentioned - I moved out a few months later, the toothbrush was there and being used until I left.
 
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