I found this blog late last year after searching through confession sites. I had just been dumped by my girl and I felt down on my luck. Reading other people's secrets and confessions made me feel a whole lot better.
But now I have a problem. I started click on the links here and found college humor. I had never been there before, never even heard about it. The problem is, I go there every single day at least twenty times looking for the new boob shots that they post. I imagine the girls writing slogans on their chest, imagine being in the room with them. It totally turns me on. I can't stop going there. I'm like, addicted.
Thanks joe for creating this site and fuck-you for exposing me to college humor. Now can't get shit done.
Jesse in school
Location kept secret
Tags: addicted funny
Anonymous sex
I work for a courier company and spend most of my days driving. I like to watch people driving in thier cars to see what they are doing. I usually find myself wondering what sort of work they do, if they are married, where they are driving to etc. I find that people watching as I drive makes the day go fast.
The story I cannot tell is that I often fantasize about pulling beside a hot guy and asking him if he wants to pull over and fuck. I am not a slut. I've had four partners and I am twenty-three. I just have visions of the look on a guy's face as I tell him to roll down his window. I imagine the shock as I tell him I think he's hot and ask him if he wants to get in the back of my truck and fuck me. I know it sounds perverted but I can't help but thinking about it, especially when I see a hot guy driving around.
It guess a need a boyfriend that likes to drive. I'll just ask him his route one day then pull up beside him and ask him. I think if I do it to a total stranger they'd think I was some sort of freak.
Name kept secret
Location kept secret
Tags: sex strangers fantasy
The story I cannot tell is that I often fantasize about pulling beside a hot guy and asking him if he wants to pull over and fuck. I am not a slut. I've had four partners and I am twenty-three. I just have visions of the look on a guy's face as I tell him to roll down his window. I imagine the shock as I tell him I think he's hot and ask him if he wants to get in the back of my truck and fuck me. I know it sounds perverted but I can't help but thinking about it, especially when I see a hot guy driving around.
It guess a need a boyfriend that likes to drive. I'll just ask him his route one day then pull up beside him and ask him. I think if I do it to a total stranger they'd think I was some sort of freak.
Name kept secret
Location kept secret
Tags: sex strangers fantasy
Miami dink
I have multiple tatty's already. Been getting them since I was 17. I was told by a friend that there was a super hot guy working at shop that she found. I needed some more work done on my back so I decided to check it out. I make my appointment for two Monday's ago.
I arrive at the shop and like what I see. We've got around 7 shops in the city that I had heard about but this one was a mystery other than my friend referring me. It looked alright from the outside but it wasn't in the nicest part of town.
The guy comes up to the front and he really does looks like Ami from Miami Ink. I've watched the show since it first aired. I think about doing Chris on a regular basis but I have never thought of Ami like that. Now here was this guy that looks just like him.
I head over to the table and he asks me pull my pants down a little. He's going to be touching up and filling in the work on my lower back. I unbutton my jeans and slide them down a little, fully aware that my panties are visible. He see him smile and I enjoy his gaze. I lay down and starts prepping me. We make casual conversation and he starts working on me. He feels very gentle, almost like he is drawing on my back when it should feel more like a grinding. I was impressed.
With every single tattoo it has been a near-ograsmic experience for me. It might be the endorphins or whatever, maybe some adrenalin mixed in too. I've often thought some highly sexual thoughts about my tattoo artist. I figure I have some sort of weird pleasure-pain thing going on. Basically I was getting turned on my this new Ami-looking tattoo guy. Every time the needle touched my skin I felt a wave of pleasure starting at the point of contact and moving all over my body.
I become more aware of my surroundings. There is no one in the shop. I ask him if he usually works alone and his reply was that the girl that usually works the front desk had to go home for the night because of a problem with her babysitter. He asksme if I am uncomfortable and I tell him that his gentle touch is making me feel at ease. This pleases him. My mind starts wandering...I start thinking about doing this guy, right here on the tattoo table. I picture "Ami" going down on me, tattoo gun in hand. I start thinking of the tattoo gun close to my pussy, the vibrations sending sweet shockwaves up my spine.
He's almost done and I turn up my flirt. I start asking him how many hot girls(like me!) he's worked on, what the sexiest body part he's ever tattoo'd, if he's ever done piercing and how many boobs he's pierced. He tells me not as nearly as he'd like and I laugh, having my right nipple done months ago. He then mentions that he's never done a Prince Albert, other than his own. I immediately get turned on more. I've seen Prince Albert's before in photos, but never in real life. I am curious. I want to see it. I try and figure out a way to make him show me. He is in the final stages of my work, just filling in some faded spots. I ask him if maybe when he's done we can show each other our tattoo's and piercing. HE laughs and says that he's never been asked to do a tattoo show after working on a customer. We're talking back and forth very comfortable, the more he says, the more I know I am going to fuck him.
He finished up and hands me a mirror. I am pleased with his work, the touch-ups look original, the filling in he has done looks mint. I am pleased. I leave my jeans unbuttoned. I ask him to show me his tatty's so he takes off his shirt. He's got two full sleeves and a pretty serious back piece done. Some nice work mixed in with some jail-looking tatty's. He's pretty ripped too. Nice abs and shoulders make me smile.
I show him the infinity symbol(don't ask!)on my calf and then slide my jeans down so he can see the angel I have on my inner thigh. He moves a little closer, pretending that the can't see it. I smile,knowing that he is trying to look right through my panties. They are not sheer but with a good eye and some imagination I know he can see under them. I tell him to get a closer look and as he moves closer I put my hands on his muscled shoulders and bring his face in for a closer look. He's about 4 inches from my pussy. He looks up at me with this totally hot fuck-me look.
I tell him to hurry up and lock the front door before I chicken out and pull my jeans up. He runs to the front door, knocking over a cart full of supplies. Hilarity ensues, ink bottles and vaseline and alcohol wipes everywhere as he slips though them to lock the door.
He comes back and I've got my jeans off and I'm standing there in my bra and unerwear. We make out as he feels me up. He rubs the outside of my panties for a while, I know he can feel how wet I am. I am rubbing the front of his khaki's and I can feel him growing and growing.
The tattoo guy lays me down on the table and goes down on me. Looking down at this tattoo's guy with the fit body eating me out gives me the fastest orgasm I think I've ever had. Here I was, living out a fantasy with Ami from Miami Ink. Well not really him but this guy looked the part, played the part and now he WAS Ami in my mind!
He comes up for air and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and it turns me on huge. I ask him if he'll show me his Prince Albert. He eagely agrees, slipping his pants off. He's going commando and to be honest I sort of expected that.
I see the ring glistening in the overhead lights of the shop. Dropping down to my knees I start checking it out. Within seconds it's inside my mouth, my tongue flicking it around. It must feel damn good because he moans every time I roll it around with my tongue. I tug on his balls while blowing him, feeling how full they are. After about 10 mins of a good sucking I want him inside me. I want to feel the ring in me.
I stand up and lay back down on the tattoo bed. Sliding my panties to the slide, he takes himself and rubs his pierced dick up and down my wetness. I am so fucking turned out I want to cum again just from the sight what he's doing. He slips himself inside me and it's like my vibe and a dick all at once. My vibe is ridged near the head and the more this guy goes in and out, the more his Prince Albert turns me on. I cum again, this time I keep it silent. I'm sure he feels me tightening because he speeds up. I tell him to cum on me, I don't really want to walk home dripping.
Seconds later he pulls out and explodes over my tummy. The sight of him exploding, the cum shooting past his pierced dick, the fact that he looks like Ami, and the whole idea that I was doing what I was doing has made this the most erotic experience of my life. By far.
Tatty Cathy
Location kept secret
Tags: tattoo sex story
I arrive at the shop and like what I see. We've got around 7 shops in the city that I had heard about but this one was a mystery other than my friend referring me. It looked alright from the outside but it wasn't in the nicest part of town.
The guy comes up to the front and he really does looks like Ami from Miami Ink. I've watched the show since it first aired. I think about doing Chris on a regular basis but I have never thought of Ami like that. Now here was this guy that looks just like him.
I head over to the table and he asks me pull my pants down a little. He's going to be touching up and filling in the work on my lower back. I unbutton my jeans and slide them down a little, fully aware that my panties are visible. He see him smile and I enjoy his gaze. I lay down and starts prepping me. We make casual conversation and he starts working on me. He feels very gentle, almost like he is drawing on my back when it should feel more like a grinding. I was impressed.
With every single tattoo it has been a near-ograsmic experience for me. It might be the endorphins or whatever, maybe some adrenalin mixed in too. I've often thought some highly sexual thoughts about my tattoo artist. I figure I have some sort of weird pleasure-pain thing going on. Basically I was getting turned on my this new Ami-looking tattoo guy. Every time the needle touched my skin I felt a wave of pleasure starting at the point of contact and moving all over my body.
I become more aware of my surroundings. There is no one in the shop. I ask him if he usually works alone and his reply was that the girl that usually works the front desk had to go home for the night because of a problem with her babysitter. He asksme if I am uncomfortable and I tell him that his gentle touch is making me feel at ease. This pleases him. My mind starts wandering...I start thinking about doing this guy, right here on the tattoo table. I picture "Ami" going down on me, tattoo gun in hand. I start thinking of the tattoo gun close to my pussy, the vibrations sending sweet shockwaves up my spine.
He's almost done and I turn up my flirt. I start asking him how many hot girls(like me!) he's worked on, what the sexiest body part he's ever tattoo'd, if he's ever done piercing and how many boobs he's pierced. He tells me not as nearly as he'd like and I laugh, having my right nipple done months ago. He then mentions that he's never done a Prince Albert, other than his own. I immediately get turned on more. I've seen Prince Albert's before in photos, but never in real life. I am curious. I want to see it. I try and figure out a way to make him show me. He is in the final stages of my work, just filling in some faded spots. I ask him if maybe when he's done we can show each other our tattoo's and piercing. HE laughs and says that he's never been asked to do a tattoo show after working on a customer. We're talking back and forth very comfortable, the more he says, the more I know I am going to fuck him.
He finished up and hands me a mirror. I am pleased with his work, the touch-ups look original, the filling in he has done looks mint. I am pleased. I leave my jeans unbuttoned. I ask him to show me his tatty's so he takes off his shirt. He's got two full sleeves and a pretty serious back piece done. Some nice work mixed in with some jail-looking tatty's. He's pretty ripped too. Nice abs and shoulders make me smile.
I show him the infinity symbol(don't ask!)on my calf and then slide my jeans down so he can see the angel I have on my inner thigh. He moves a little closer, pretending that the can't see it. I smile,knowing that he is trying to look right through my panties. They are not sheer but with a good eye and some imagination I know he can see under them. I tell him to get a closer look and as he moves closer I put my hands on his muscled shoulders and bring his face in for a closer look. He's about 4 inches from my pussy. He looks up at me with this totally hot fuck-me look.
I tell him to hurry up and lock the front door before I chicken out and pull my jeans up. He runs to the front door, knocking over a cart full of supplies. Hilarity ensues, ink bottles and vaseline and alcohol wipes everywhere as he slips though them to lock the door.
He comes back and I've got my jeans off and I'm standing there in my bra and unerwear. We make out as he feels me up. He rubs the outside of my panties for a while, I know he can feel how wet I am. I am rubbing the front of his khaki's and I can feel him growing and growing.
The tattoo guy lays me down on the table and goes down on me. Looking down at this tattoo's guy with the fit body eating me out gives me the fastest orgasm I think I've ever had. Here I was, living out a fantasy with Ami from Miami Ink. Well not really him but this guy looked the part, played the part and now he WAS Ami in my mind!
He comes up for air and kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and it turns me on huge. I ask him if he'll show me his Prince Albert. He eagely agrees, slipping his pants off. He's going commando and to be honest I sort of expected that.
I see the ring glistening in the overhead lights of the shop. Dropping down to my knees I start checking it out. Within seconds it's inside my mouth, my tongue flicking it around. It must feel damn good because he moans every time I roll it around with my tongue. I tug on his balls while blowing him, feeling how full they are. After about 10 mins of a good sucking I want him inside me. I want to feel the ring in me.
I stand up and lay back down on the tattoo bed. Sliding my panties to the slide, he takes himself and rubs his pierced dick up and down my wetness. I am so fucking turned out I want to cum again just from the sight what he's doing. He slips himself inside me and it's like my vibe and a dick all at once. My vibe is ridged near the head and the more this guy goes in and out, the more his Prince Albert turns me on. I cum again, this time I keep it silent. I'm sure he feels me tightening because he speeds up. I tell him to cum on me, I don't really want to walk home dripping.
Seconds later he pulls out and explodes over my tummy. The sight of him exploding, the cum shooting past his pierced dick, the fact that he looks like Ami, and the whole idea that I was doing what I was doing has made this the most erotic experience of my life. By far.
Tatty Cathy
Location kept secret
Tags: tattoo sex story
Confessions of a stoner
I get high everyday. Ever since I moved to the West Coast I've been stoned it seems. I haven't tried anything else except pot, so don't go telling me how it is a gateway drug or that kind of bullshit. I still have my job(4+years now), still have my car, all my bills are paid, my girl loves me and I have a ton of friends, I am very active(surf,bike,skate,baseball). I don't "feel" like a burnout even though society would call me one.
I wish pot was legal so I didn't have to act all shiesty when I am out in public. Not that I want to brag about smoking dope but I shouldn't have to hide it.
Midnight Toker
Cali
Tags: drugs
I wish pot was legal so I didn't have to act all shiesty when I am out in public. Not that I want to brag about smoking dope but I shouldn't have to hide it.
Midnight Toker
Cali
Tags: drugs
Test-drive fraud
I have done it three times. I dress up nice in some decent clothes and then go to test drive luxury cars. I'd taken two Caddy's and I just took a 300M. If figure if I am going to play dress-up I might as well drive some premium rides right?
I would tell the salesman that I want to take it overnight to make sure I want to purchase. Out of the five times I've tried this move, only twice the sales guy didn't buy it.
I go and pick up my friends and we head out. Works like a charm with the ladies too!
Name kept secret
Location kept secret
Tags: test-drive fraud
I would tell the salesman that I want to take it overnight to make sure I want to purchase. Out of the five times I've tried this move, only twice the sales guy didn't buy it.
I go and pick up my friends and we head out. Works like a charm with the ladies too!
Name kept secret
Location kept secret
Tags: test-drive fraud
Stealing drinks
I know I am fucking gross but last night I went to the club and drank for free. I'm kinda fiscally challenged right now so I take people's drinks when they aren't looking or on the dancefloor. I'll grab half-drunk drinks, bottles of beer, hell I even grab women's fruity looking drinks. I only had to pay the cover charge and I got loaded. I hope to get another job soon so I can stop doing tis.
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Location kept secret
Tags: nightclub theft
Name kept secret
Location kept secret
Tags: nightclub theft
Secret Swingers
My husband and I have been secretly swinging for over a year and a half. We started after having an encounter with one of my closest friends and her then boytoy, one night after too bottles of wine. Since then we have been a stimulating our lives on a regular basis. I figure we have relations every couple of weeks usually. No one knows. Not our family or kids(of course!).Not our respective best friends. I am a teacher and my husband is in law enforcement. It is just him and I living this secret life and loving every minute of it!
Tarzan and Jane
Location kept secret
Tags: husband wife swingers sex
Tarzan and Jane
Location kept secret
Tags: husband wife swingers sex
I can't pull the trigger yet. Soon
On three different occasions this week I have almost taken my life. I've sat on the edge of my couch, gun in hand with the safety off. I put the barrel in my mouth but I can't finish. I put it up to mky temple and I can't pull the trigger. I know things would be better off for my family with out me. I'm not sure if my insurance policy would cover them if I kill myself and I can't really ask the wife. We have money in savings so I'm sure they'd be just fine.
I'm angry, sad, lonely, bitter, depressed and of course I'm suicidal now. The deeper I sink the closer I come to pulling that trigger. I can't tell the story of what happened when I did get the courage to take my life so I'll send you this story that I can't tell anyone else. Watch the news and if you see the newsclip then you'll know who I am. I'm in the public eye so hopefully they'd report it. If not this will become one of those stories people read on this blog and wonder who wrote it. Wish me luck.
Name kept secret
Location kept secret
Tags: suicide
I'm angry, sad, lonely, bitter, depressed and of course I'm suicidal now. The deeper I sink the closer I come to pulling that trigger. I can't tell the story of what happened when I did get the courage to take my life so I'll send you this story that I can't tell anyone else. Watch the news and if you see the newsclip then you'll know who I am. I'm in the public eye so hopefully they'd report it. If not this will become one of those stories people read on this blog and wonder who wrote it. Wish me luck.
Name kept secret
Location kept secret
Tags: suicide
I like anal sex
I have tried it a few times and I enjoy it. Unfortunatly my boyfriend that I;ve been dating for 2 years doesn't like it and thinks I've never had it before. He thinks that anal sex is for fags and pron stars. He says that no self-respecting girl would even think about anal sex, never mind enjoy it.
How do I tell him that I like anal without him getting turned off and disgusted by me? I don't want to lose him but at the same time I missing out on something I enjoy. This is astory I can't tell but I don't want it to be.
S in C
Tags: anal sex
How do I tell him that I like anal without him getting turned off and disgusted by me? I don't want to lose him but at the same time I missing out on something I enjoy. This is astory I can't tell but I don't want it to be.
S in C
Tags: anal sex
I hope Karma bites him on the ass!
He was not acting right and he knew it. He kept apologizing to me and making promises to behave. Finally, I had enough and broke things off with him. He begged me to come to his house and not do it over the phone. Why? So I can spend 2 hours in traffic (this is LA after all where we all wait in traffic), waste my time, money and gas to tell you the same thing I can tell you on the phone? Hell no!
I gave him 2 warnings. Each time he slid back into his old patterns. In baseball it is 3 strikes and you are out. Well, I had enough after he once again....behaved badly. It is really unfortunate too. We had the best sex life EVER! I am sure he is missing me. I rocked his world and was going to take him places he had never been sexually. But...he acted a fool so he had to go. That is what I get for messing with young, messed Indian guys who don't know what they want from life. I need to just leave the Indian guys alone and stick to other races. Indian men tend to be all confused about sex, their sexuality, have an inferiority complex and think they hit the jack pot when they score a white woman with blond hair and light eyes like me.
Lesson learned - leave the Indian guys from India alone! They need to get their heads screwed on straight! He is worried that Karma will bite him on the ass because he did not treat me well. Ha ha ha! Well, I sure hope it does. I hope Karma bites him and bites him hard!
No more dating Indian men. No more messing around with Indian men. No more friends with benefits with Indian men. I am done, done, done,done, done with them! It took me a couple of tries but now I get it.
white girl who learned her lesson
Tags: men dating Karma sex
I gave him 2 warnings. Each time he slid back into his old patterns. In baseball it is 3 strikes and you are out. Well, I had enough after he once again....behaved badly. It is really unfortunate too. We had the best sex life EVER! I am sure he is missing me. I rocked his world and was going to take him places he had never been sexually. But...he acted a fool so he had to go. That is what I get for messing with young, messed Indian guys who don't know what they want from life. I need to just leave the Indian guys alone and stick to other races. Indian men tend to be all confused about sex, their sexuality, have an inferiority complex and think they hit the jack pot when they score a white woman with blond hair and light eyes like me.
Lesson learned - leave the Indian guys from India alone! They need to get their heads screwed on straight! He is worried that Karma will bite him on the ass because he did not treat me well. Ha ha ha! Well, I sure hope it does. I hope Karma bites him and bites him hard!
No more dating Indian men. No more messing around with Indian men. No more friends with benefits with Indian men. I am done, done, done,done, done with them! It took me a couple of tries but now I get it.
white girl who learned her lesson
Tags: men dating Karma sex
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