***The All New OCUK Anonymous Confession Thread!***

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When I was about 5 years old my best friend at the time went through a rather strange period in our lives. It began one day when his cousin (who was a year older than us) came over to his house while I was there one day. For some reason we decided to sniff each others bums and have a competition to see who's smelt the nicest. This was a trousers and pants down affair as well. I can't remember who won.

Now, I am not really sure why I am admitting to this next bit, but I also have a vivid memory of my mate sitting on my face and whilst doing so he ****ed all over my head. He told me he thought it would be funny.

We are still friends to this day but neither of us mention it but I am sure he remembers as well. I honestly do not have a clue why we would do these things, I guess we were young and experimenting!!
 
When i was a child i used to play football on the grass outside my house. The man who lived on the corner would always moan at me even though i never damaged anything. One day my ball went into his garden and he confiscated it. So when i saw him go out, i snuck around the back and "broke" into his house as he had left a (downstairs) bathroom window open. After a 5 minute search i couldn't find my ball. So i decided to play a prank. I swapped him and his wives drawers around, so all her knickers and bra's were in his boxers drawer and vicar versa. Nothing was damaged on my little adventure. Then i told my dad that my ball had be confiscated and he went and got it back.

 
I have a friend, a 'girl friend' that I've liked more than just a friend for just over 6 years.

The short and long of it; I've slept with her a couple of times and she's got a boyfriend, who is coincidently a old friend of mine. I am still persistant on these relations, and I can't stop myself.
Lust over thought.

I like her so much and I don't know what I'd do if she wasn't no longer my friend. We do things all the time as best friends etc.
 
While sharing a student house with 3 other people, my flatmate answers the door, speaks to someone for a bit, and lets them in, she's quite hot. Then she announces that if I drink just one less pint a week, then children in Africa won't starve. She then asks if I'd like to take part, how could I refuse.

But for some reason she doesn't go away at this point, she stays and talks more. It quickly becomes apparent that she lied. Not only do I have to drink one less pint a week, but I have to give the money that I would have spend on that pint to a charity. Not wanting to seem stupid, I pull out my debit card, and then whilst pretending to read it, I make up an account number. Finally she leaves. My flatmate now asks me when I'm going to cancel the direct debit. "Didn't give her my real account number!", we all laugh, I then forbid him from ever letting a charity into the house again, and I tear up the papers and throw them in the kitchen bin.

But then there's a knock on the door again. A quick glance through the peep-hole reveals that it's her. I open the door, it seems they set up the direct debit on your doorstep after they leave your house. ****! She wants to check the details. I pull the debit card back out of my wallet, and suddenly realise I can remember the fake account number I gave (I know my talent for remembering useless numbers would come in handy one day). She confirms it's the number I gave before, then asks to check the card herself. At this point I just want her to go away, so I say something like "No offence, but I don't give my card out to strangers, I know you're wearing your ID round your neck, and there's a number I can call, but I'm just not a very trusting person, it's nothing against you. I'll sign up online, there was a web address on the leaflet you gave me", now I'm starting to feel bad.

But it's not over yet, she moans that these direct debit forms aren't cheap, and asks for the leaflets back. "Erm, I sort of threw them in the bin." (now I'm really cringing inside). "Well can you go fish them out of the bin?" (oh god) "Erm, I sort of ripped them all in 2."

She was not happy...
 
One time during a school lunch break, we sneaked into the chemistry lab and liberated the Chem. teacher's storeroom keys. The idea was to have a laugh with some alkali metals, namely Potassium, and nothing else. However, my friend decided it would be a novel idea to shut and seal all the windows, turn on the all desktop gas taps and leave the Potassium in the sink. This crude timer was nothing more than a beaker with a huge lump of the metal in the bottom which was then blu-tacced to the bottom of the sink. The tap was then turned on and we ran. About 5 minutes later we heard an almighty woosh, a sound of breaking glass and quite a bit of shouting.

The force of this blast had put every window in the room out, set fire to the curtains and the roof. To top the lot though the chemical storeroom from which we'd liberated the metal was ablaze and the fire brigade's hazmat team had to be called out which in turn called for the entire school to be closed for two days.

We were never rumbled either!

 
When i was in primary school we used to have the last 30mins where the teacher would read us a story, i used this time wisely and pulled both arms into my jumper and down my trousers to investate how the little trooper was doing on that day. There was a lovelyyoung lady i was always sitting next to at the time that didnt have a clue what was going on. :)

however one day just as i was getting to the good bit of the investigation my teacher told me to sit up straight and put my arms back out the jumper. obviously i claimed that i was cold :( (awwww poor little me) she didnt believe this and didnt seem to impressed.

Unfortunatly the little trooper stood to attention for a while after which wasnt to easy to hide. however, i think i got away with it quiet nicely. and as far as i was aware no-one ever knew!!
 
I see that some people on here think that some of the confessions are made up, I know that nobody really suggested that this was the case my confession, but all the same I would like to clarify to you guys (and girls) that I was being one hundred percent truthful.

Even though it was posted anonymously it was very liberating to be able to say what I did to a public audience, so I thought I'd give you a small insight into my life, this is for my benefit more than anything because it feels good to talk about this, anyway, like I said before the first time I started wearing girls clothes was when I used to steal my sisters, the first time was an experience I'll never forget, it felt so nice to wear a dress, so so nice, I felt free as I did my twirls in my room and danced around girlishly, I could finally let my hair down and be me, it was like a giant weight was lifted off my shoulders, I made the most of that moment before I had to put my 'uniform' back on and pretend to be normal again.

When I think back to before this first experience I remember I was always jealous of my sister, she always looked so pretty in her clothes, I was just stuck with my boring trousers, t-shirts and jumpers etc, no fun at all, men's clothes are so boring, I can really understand why so many woman love clothes shopping because there is so many different styles of clothing, it's like your in paradise. You know it's crazy how well you can keep a secret when you want to, all these years and I've never been caught out yet, all the times I've worn woman's underwear to work, (and even school back in the day), all the times I dressed up in the house while everyone was out, I'll admit I came pretty close to being caught out a few times, but luckily I always just managed to get through unscathed.

It may be hard for some of you to understand why I do what I do, you'll probably think it's very strange and unnatural, but to me it feels very natural, and very normal, I guess it's just the way that I was born, sometimes I'd rather not feel this way to be honest but I am who I am and I can't change that, at the end of the day I feel it's made me a more rounded person and more able to understand and accept other peoples differences, so for that at least I am glad.

 
This might be a bit dodgy for the forum rules, but I'll try to keep it as clean as possible.

Out on the lash in town a couple of weeks ago, I got chatting to a rather hot Lithuanian girl that I'd had my eye on for a while, from one of my lectures. One thing lead to another, I pulled, and we decided to head back to her place for some 'coffee'. Left my flatmates who were jokingly cheering me on and all that. I still haven't, nor do I plan to, tell them what actually happened.

We watched a film and carried on drinking merrily, and eventually, got down to business. All was going well until she suggested something in her hampered English. I wasn't quite sure, but I thought she meant a change of position or summat, so I was all like yeah go for it. So she moved a bit, and carried on. Then she slipped her thumb in to my unspeakable place. This was not what I had in mind, and believe you me, I was not best pleased.

Needless to say, I threw her off me with such force that she actually flew off the bed, grabbed my clothes and promptly legged it. You just don't go there.

I've seen her in lectures a few times since then and I've not spoken a word to her.

I feel violated.
 
When I was younger (12-15), I used to put things down my urethra. I started off playing and then eventually I could get whole pencils, screwdrivers and things down it.

One night when my parents were out I was eating Tic Tac's and I decided to see how many I could fit inside. I got the whole pack in, one by one. It was harder to get them out and took me ages, squeezing them up from the bottom like a toothpaste tube and it really hurt when they doubled up or got stuck near the top.

Trouble is they were mint ones too and it really stung whenever I pee'd for about 2 weeks after.
 
Years ago when I was about 19 I crashed over a mates house and basically had a lads night in lots of alcohol and general messing about. Eventually when everyone went home or to bed it was just me sitting up all alone at about 2 am ****ed as a fart. So I switch on my mates TV and flicked through the cable channels, I then noticed he has all the naughty channels "WIN" so I thought why not have a sneaky cheeky fap session. Due to being really drunk and lazy, I reached for the nearest thing which was the contents of my friends sock drawer, needless to say I went through about 11 socks pleasuring myself with a fresh one each time, when I was done I placed them back in the drawer and till this day I wonder if he ever noticed.
 
About 2 years ago when I was single, I would trawl sites like AFF for a laugh, without any luck of a hot one night stand. Until a couple contacted me asking if i would be interested in sleeping with his girlfriend, whilst he watched. I hesitated until one day i decided to go for it and got a bit ****ed and arranged a meeting. I went through with it, and today is goes down as one of the best experience of my life. She was an amazingly hot 36yr old (i was 24) and we went for hours, whilst sniffing poppers. Weirdly i didnt care about the guy in the corner.
 
There's a sickening one next:

I dont know why, but I find girls smoking a turn on. Its really bizzare but have done since I was about 14. I've never told anyone, I dont smoke, I've never gone out with anyone who smokes, no one in my family smokes. Its very random but it works for me!

Over the years I've discovered various websites for people who share my "interest" but I live in constant fear everytime I fap, not that someone will catch me in the act, but they will see what I was looking at!
 
A couple weeks back I'd had a heavy night out on the drink, walked a fair way home trying to hold back from going for a leak. Got back to the house and as I was going through the door my bladder gave in on me. "Crap. Crap. Crap! Ok, it's alright..." I thought to myself. Everyones asleep, mother, dad and sister... When I notice a light in the downstairs hallway and my dad call through to see if it was me! Meanwhile I was still losing liquid like no-ones business and my shoes were getting soggy. I legged it upstairs as quickly as I could, changed my clothes in an instant, back down the stairs to see the carpet had a nice wet trail up the stairs! CRAP CRAP CRAP. Some how I come up with the idea of getting a pint of water and going upstairs, and 'tripping' over the steps so I spill it. I do this, smugly, only to notice my dad see me make a half arsed fake attempt of spilling my drink....

Luckily he had socks on and probably thought it was all water.
 
im an ABDL (adult baby/diaper lover) and love diapers. i like to wear them and do 1s and 2s in them and love seeing girls do the same. im also into girls peeing themselves, and told my girlfriend of 4 years recently and she took it fine, don't know what i was worrying about as i was too scared to tell her. my collection of photos and videos of this stuff is massive as there is so many sites of this fetish out there. i also fap nearly every day, and not just once but usually about 5 times one straight after the other, is this normal?
 
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