You people are bunch of lame anal cunts, and i hope people gonna rape you and all your loved ones. Freedom of speech my as. Go fuck yourselves.

I confess, i tried to kill myself earlier this week. I wanted to OD on the acetaminophen in Lortab10s. I looked it up and about 4 grams is the dosage where it starts to induce liver failure. I took 12 pills, or 6 grams. After about 15 minutes i got kinda woozy, like a weird drunk like feeling, not really slurred speech or stumbling around, but more of a slowed brain activity feeling. I went to go lay down, and i woke up about ten hours later. My wife said she noticed me tossing and turning real badly while i slept, but nothing too out of the ordinary. I then got ready and went in to work. While there, i took the last of what i had, 10 pills, so 5 grams. I wish i had taken all 11 grams that morning. Now its been about three days and i feel fine. Well, fine for me. I have a lot of ailments and i'm tired of always not being available. I'm 28 and i'm afraid that as i age, i'm only going to get worse and my wife and kids will resent me. I'm in the military right now, but i'm getting a medical discharge that is taking way too long to happen. While i'm in, if i die (even by suicide), my wife will get my life insurance and death gratuity equaling $500,000. If i die after i get out, they get nothing. I wanted to do this in a way that it looked like i just died from my conditions. GRD, IBS, Asthma, and PTSD.

I went to a wedding on Friday night at a fairly posh rugby club with my wife and got a bit carried away with a stranger.

Everyone was a bit drunk and stood around outside talking and I got talking to this slightly chavvy looking girl about 30 years old. She was quite giddy and telling me about how wedding are the ultimate hook up and that she was pissed off all the groomsmen were spoken for. As she was a bit drunk and didn't seem like she would hold back on the details I asked her about past hookups. She went into detail about fucking the best man in the back of the wedding car one time, and wanking someone off during the wedding meal under the table when she was a bridesmaid a few years back, but said she hadn't had any fun like that in ages since having a kid.
By this point I wasn't hard, but wasn't soft and when she noticed and said that I must have enjoyed her stories. Just as she noticed, my wife came out with a drink for me and joined the conversation and we switched topic to normal wedding speak. Luckily managed to hide the small bulge that had started by putting my hand in my pocket.
About 10 mins later the best man announced that the speeches were starting and for all of us to return inside. Thinking nothing of it we started to head into the main building, my wife running ahead as she had to take a position at the top table with the other bridesmaid.
As we were going into the building the woman i was speaking to - who i still didn't know the name of, pulled me to one side and whilst biting her lip said I had one chance if I wanted to fuck a complete stranger.
I had seconds to decide what to do. I was worried that people would notice I was missing, but my wife would be on a separate table to me, and I didn't know any of the people I was sat with anyway...
I decided to go for it. She took my hand and pulled me around the side of the building near the service area biting her lip and half giggling as we went.
when we were around the corner she pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard, asking straight away if I had protection with me. Obviously I didn't. As she kissed me, her hands ran down into my trousers and she started wanking my soft cock. Within a few mins she was semi crouched taking me into her mouth - it's been years since I've had anything other than my wife on my cock and it felt amazing. She was no amateur and had definitely done this many times before!
She carried on sucking me for a bit whilst her other hand was slowly caressing under her dress - although i couldn't see what she was doing. I heard laughter from inside, the groom was starting to give his speech. All of a sudden the woman stopped sucking me and got up grabbed my hand and thrust it towards her pussy. her pants were pulled to the side a bit and I could feel her warm,wet snatch. Instantly i shoved 2 fingers up there and had her moaning into my suit jacket. A couple more minutes of this and she said she was about to cum, grabbing my shoulder as my fingers hit her gspot over and over. The groom had finished his speech I think as there was a round of applause inside just before this.

She was partly limp after she came and I thought this was it, but unexpectedly she said rather chav-ly "Im so fucking wet" grabbed my dick and pulled it towards her wet cunt. She was obviously drunk as she asked me again if I had a condom. Sadly she said i couldn't cum inside her and. After geting sucked earlier I was all but ready to nut. Her leg partly wrapped round me I pumped my cock in her for a couple of minutes as more laughter and applause came from inside. I told her that I was about to cum and she took my cock out her pussy and started to jack it and got down and pressed her lips against the tip as she looked up. "Don't get any on my fucking face, right". Not the hottest thing i've heard, but I didn't care as seconds later i came in her mouth. A good few pumps of spunk later she got up and adjusted her dress said "needed that" and started to walk off! Casually slipped into the room as the speeches were drawing to a close and people were starting to move out their seats toward the bar, didn't see the woman again till after the meal.

She sat a couple of tables away, pretty much blanking me as if nothing had happened, then goes to kiss the bloke next to her. She had her boyfriend/partner with her the filthy slut! Kissing him with a mouth that had been around my cock less than an hour ago!

Wish we got a bit longer though, she had massive tits that were pretty much hanging out her dress that I would love to have played with or shot my load all over. Would love to have taken her to my car and railed her during the evening reception! her pussy was suprisingly tight and she looked like the sort of slag who would let me put it up her arse!

got home that night and my wife was in the mood, I had to "perform" again after being drained of spunk already. Never even got her name.

i confess guess theses movie quotes I can tell by your speech that you're from England. May I ask what brought you to our fair shore? A ship.

i am watching the american elected official, mr obama, and i believe he is a robot sent from the future to disable america prosperity with his talk about social justice for all peoples and logical health care reforms and gun bans. sure, he will make america more prosperous and free, but he will make it harder for militiamen like me and my buddies from forming militia to defend against the british in case they come over to re-conquer america.

a robot sent from the future, where britain once again rules the world and the world all plays fucking soccer, is a world that is crazy enough to send back a black elected official to steer america to an evil and impotent state. we must warn ourselves to this menace, and disclose this "man" as the futuristic cyborg that he is. even now as i youtube his speech and see the metallic glint in his eye as he seeds our minds with his british thoughts, i shudder with horror.

in the next election, i will put my name forth in the great american tradition of democracy. i believe this nation is in vital trouble and that i will be a major player in turning our fortunes around and returning the american people to the role of the greatest peoples in the world.

i believe to be an independent candidate for the elected official of america, you need to have massive amounts of money. so i am asking you, my fellow motherless users, to contribute to my campaign. i believe that together, we can repel all those terrible laws on child-pornography, gun laws, drug laws, anti-racist legislation and anti-discrimination laws.

if elected to the supreme elected official of america, i promise you each a house, a semi-automatic rifle and a young pussy. all you have to do is join one of the militia groups i will set up in every urban community and join in the repression of minorities and women. i will make sure that you will be in a position of power in all the militia groups that are formed, and you will have first rights to all the young pussy and maple syrup when we invade the canadas.

firstly i will form the militia groups and turn the fat white heart of america into a hard heart of white steel. then i would invade canada and turn into the great american north frontier, and reward my faithful militiamen with plunder. then i will expel the black man and the sand man from the borders of the united americas, and push them either into the sea or across the border to the lands of the hispanics.

then i will institute universal health care by getting all the Hollywood young pussy to enter the Senate and persuade the sleazy old elected officals of Washingston with their impassioned speeches and their busty outfits. and then i will repel all those laws that restrict our freedoms and which hinder the untapped potential of the american heartland.

imagine how well our economy will work

i ask for campaign contributions of $500 a person.

who is with me?

Hahahaha, I'm pretty sure my post of how free speech is a tool for scum to hide behind was deleted.

I guess that shows me?

Confession #4

WARNING: THOSE OF YOU LOOKING FOR A RAUNCHY STORY----THIS IS NOT IT. THIS IS SOMETHING I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE, BUT I DID. IT BORDERS ON ROMANTIC.

So this confession is about me being a bad friend to someone I went to high school with...my friend Stacy. I will start out by saying that Stacy and I have not talked since high school, simply because out lives took us different directions, not because of what I am about to share with you. To my knowledge she has no idea that this even took place. I am not sure my exact age, but I know I wasn't driving yet, so I had to have been 14 or 15. My friend Stacy was dating guy named Scott. "Scotty" as I called him. He had dark black hair and these amazing green eyes. I believe he was about 18 or 19 years old, a few years older than myself.

One night Stacy's mom was working all night, so we had a part at her house. Scotty had the contact for more alcohol and was going to pick up some more for the party. Stacy didn't want to leave her house with people in it, so Scotty and I went to pick up more party juice. We didn't go straight to pick up more beer. Instead Scotty turned to me and said "want to go drive around the lake once?". Uhh... yeah.

The local lake is just a couple miles away, so we drove there and ended up parking the car look at the stars. There we sat, both of us knowing that while nothing was happening...something was about to. He kept sliding a little closer, attempting to point out constellations. Before we realized it we were snuggling into one another, pretending to look at the stars, while secretly dying to kiss. And as if he read my mind, he said my name... I turned to look at him... he gently cupped my face and kissed me brilliantly. About an hour later we realized that we needed to get our asses back to the party!

We went back and made up some story about not being able to find the contact for more beer etc. Stacy bought our lie and we went back to being acquaintances at the party. Stacy ended up getting so drunk that she passed out on her bed downstairs. As people left Scotty and I found ourselves the last ones up and able to speak our name without needing a slurred speech translator.

Downstairs was a pool table, and I slid myself onto the side and sat there talking with Scotty. He crept his way closer and nuzzles himself between my legs, just gently pressing his body against me as my thighs were spread and my eyes looking up into his deep green eyes. Ugh, his smile was gorgeous and because of that, i was helpless to resist when he leaned down and kissed me again. We peeked over into the next room where his girlfriend/my friend was passed out cold and we went for it!!

We started in hot and heavy. Before the night was up, Scotty and I had completely crossed the line and had sex on the pool table in Stacy's basement. She had no idea that next morning when she awoke that Scotty and I had hooked up about 10 feet from her that previous night. Scotty and I continued to "steal kisses" when we were around each other. We hooked up a couple more times before he left for college and I remember my naughty, bad-friend decisions with a bitter sweet taste in my mouth.

Stacy, if you'r out there, I'm sorry.
(And if you see him, tell Scotty to call me! *smirks*)

i confess:

I AM FUCKING SICK of this wanker with the "please shop some clothes on her" line

YOUR ON A PORN SITE ASSHOLE! TITS ARE HERE! stop picking every random picture then writing some BS speech about how their your "mom" "sister" "secretary" or whatever,
WE KNOW YOUR WASTING OUR TIME!
your also blocking up the board with your shit!

FUCK OFF!
AND WHEN YOU GET THERE...
FUCK OFF AGAIN!

About 20 years ago, my fiancée (now wife) moved into a basement apartment. The first night we were there, loud techno music pulsated from the apartment above, beer bottles or vodka bottles would occasionally roll across the floor. This happened damn near every night and we didn’t want to be the “new” rude neighbors that stopped the fun of these party goers but we both had to wake up early and go to work. Honestly it was getting beyond annoying. We never got to see who lived above us and it was about time I had a little peaceful talk with them.
The thud of techno and drunken dancing consumed the night, I was pissed as was the wife. I opened the door to the hallway and was about to climb up the stairs so I could talk to our parting neighbors. I heard a woman laughing above me and then several thuds. Shit, she fell down a few stairs but she was still laughing about it. Some guy was laughing about it too, I hurried up the stairs and found this raven haired blue eyes beauty barely able to move lying on the stairs.
“Are you okay??” I asked.
She didn’t say anything she just smiled, so I helped her to her feet and back up to her apartment.
“Stupid bitch,” chuckled a guy with a heavy foreign accent.
“Fuck you,” she slurred to him.
When I got to the top of the stairs to her apartment a tall guy stood in the door way with a smirk on his face. I looked past him and two skinny blonde females were dancing inside with their tops off. Damn. These people partied almost every fucking night like this. Part of me wanted to join them.
“Hope she’s okay,” I told the guy, “also, not to be rude but could you turn the music down just a bit? I’ve got to be up at 5am.”
“Oh, I’m sorry we didn’t even know you moved in to the basement,” the woman said, she was wavering on her feet, her speech was slurred but she had an accent too.
“Thanks! Have a great night, “ I said with a smile.
“Hey, you can have beer with us?” The guy asked.
I looked beyond him and saw the two topless females making out and then drinking more alcohol.
“Just one okay?”
So I went inside, and the two ladies smiled at me but kept dancing. The girl who fell on the stairs took her shirt off and was in a bra, she started dancing by herself. I sipped my beer. I started talking to the guy, it turns out that the raven blue eyed sexy lady who fell on the stairs was his sister and they immigrated from the Czech Republic. He worked construction and his sister was a secretary.
I asked about the two half naked women.
“They two dyke bitches. Sister’s friend. I fuck that one though,” he said pointing to one of the girls.
They seemed pretty cool, but I needed to leave. I finished my beer and shook his hand. His sister told me she was thankful for “saving my life,” and that I was a hero or some shit.
I went back down stairs and talked to my fiancée.
“Seems we’ve got a Czech discotek upstairs. Half naked women dancing around and the brother and sister rent the place. I drank a beer with them, they seem cool.”
The next morning I woke up and went to work. I got out of work at 1pm and had to pick my fiancée up at 6pm. Usually I would just go home and take a nap but that day I walked in the hallway and saw the raven blue eyed girl sitting at the base of the stairs.
“Hello,” I said waving.
“You married?” She asked.
“Engaged.”
“You have coffee?” she asked me motioning to my apartment door.
“Yeah, dark roast, good shit. You need some?”
“I borrow. Okay?”
She got up from the stairs. What a fucking body. Big tits, small waist and her tight little jeans left nothing to the imagination. She noticed me checking her out and smiled.
“I told two Hindu guys I shave pussy at work, now they want to fuck. I don’t want to fuck curry sauce,” she laughed.
I was like W T F. I just laughed with her and played it off; I didn’t even know where she was going with that.
“That’s good,” I told her.
She lit up a cigarette as I fumbled with my keys to open the door.
I opened the door and she followed me in.
“You and your wife party?” she asked me.
“My fiancée and I do yes. We smoke weed sometimes.”
“You have joint?”
I did, so I rolled one up. We smoked it and she started giggling.
“You cute,” she told me.
“You’re hot,” I told her. She giggled more.
This went on for weeks. She would come downstairs when I got home and we’d innocently flirt with each other, smoke weed and drink a few beers. It turns out the more she drank and smoked the looser she got with her body.
One day she came down already high as fuck on something. I would leave the door unlocked and she would usually just let herself in. We were pretty good friends at that point. She told me about how her brother would lure drunk women back and have sex with them. She said he was a pervert and she caught him spying on her in the bathroom a few times. Out of nowhere her hand was gliding across my crotch, instantly I was hard. I shrugged and immediately went to kiss her sexy lips.
Her hands unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, she wasted no time stuffing my cock in her mouth as far as she could.
“Let see that shaved pussy,” I said.
Her pants came off and revealed the most beautiful shaved pussy my eyes have ever witnessed. My hands found her wet cunt, it was dripping.
“I wanted to fuck you first day,” she moaned.
She climbed on top of my cock and impaled herself on it. I pulled her bra away under her shirt and grabbed a handful of her soft perfect tits. I felt her pussy pumping my cock slowly at first, but she began pumping faster and faster until she let out a scream. Holy shit, did she just cum??
Her body was out of control, bucking and writhing in ecstasy. Surely the entire building could hear her screams of pleasure. I gripped her tightly, she wasn’t going to escape and hop off me, not after having an orgasm like that! I started thrusting deep into her over and over.
“Tell me when you cum,” she said as she started riding me in synch to my thrusts.
I felt it bubbling up, I was going to pop soon. I wanted to fill her with my cum, but second guessed myself really quick. She lived upstairs, my fiancée would find out if I got her pregnant really fucking quick.
I panted, “I’m going to cum,” and she jumped off me and swallowed my cock whole. I felt my cock spraying and expanding inside her warm mouth – deep inside her throat. I grabbed her long black hair and shoved her face deeper onto my meat. She sucked every last drop of cum up.
“Next time you cum in my ass,” she said smiling.
Damn. She was into anal? I’ve never done anal!
We fucked around for a few months after that. I got to tap that sexy ass of hers. Went through all kinds of lubes and tried every position known to humanity. She let me fist her, she told me that her body was my toy to “enjoy.” Eventually they moved away, and so did we. We’ve lost contact but it was some of the most fun times I’ve ever had.
Thanks Agata. You were a freak, and I miss that.
Yes, my wife eventually found out about Agata, and I eventually found out that Agata's brother was nailing my wife. Guess who has an open marriage because of the epic Czech discotek that was above us? Both my wife and I owe a lot to those Czechs :) I guess this is my confession about how my marriage opened up because of some awesome party people that lived above us a long, long time ago. I miss them.

I ran into a prostitute the other day. 40ish white suburban stay at home mother looking woman. She was standing at a crosswalk and I stopped because its the law or something. She walked up to me and said she needs a date, and did i want to date her :)

Yesterday I went back and she was at the same spot. I rolled down my window, she started on the same speech but I stopped her. I told her i had a gift, I handed her a thong i had bought for my wife but she didn't like the style, still had the tags on it and everything. Nice flashy thing. I said she would get more use out of it than my wife. She laughed and I drove away.

I wonder if she just threw it away or if she kept it?