Bad habits
Righteous in a corrupt world
The world is a corrupt place and it's only getting worse to the extent where corruption is steadily becoming the norm. We’ve gotten to the point where we even question what the truth is anymore. The very foundations of what makes us humans are no longer regarded as solid, you’ve got people wondering what a woman is, whether the realities we’ve always known even exist anymore.
By real Jemaabout a year ago in Confessions
Secret Confession. Content Warning.
This incident occurred in the last days of my engineering. I was a computer science student. I used to know one girl during my college days. For the sake of narration let's call her 'Snehal' (not her real name). Honestly, we were more than good friends. We had known each other for almost 4 years. We had kissed each other a couple of times but that was it. We never got to reach second base. But we were perfectly all right with that. Our friends knew about us. So did our professors but they did not bother us because our grades were top-notch. In short, we were the no-nonsense type of students.
By Chahat Kaurabout a year ago in Confessions
Shit Morning
I wake up to a good morning from Jahon which was nice, but I feel like... I am feeling we don't work together well to be honest, or rather. We aren't working at all so I can't say it is bad or good because it is just non existent. I mean, he was trying to calm me down through text last night I guess but, all these events: the shitty vocational coach, my shitty boyfriend, my shitty family... I am so tempted to just go back to freelancing or try harder with freelancing despite the pay being so poor. It would wreck a lot of the plans I have now, but I am honest, the cold months are coming in and, with me not having a car, there is going to be less I am able to do physically going forward without money.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
Friday Mr. Pencil
She is a professional, but her outfits always push the limits. She loves attention and is very generous with sharing photos of herself with men. I hate it; I often wonder who else received these pictures and if they were actually intended for me. But it’s the videos she sends of herself—just being her, laughing, singing, or chatting with me—while I can see her lace bra peeking out from under her silky tank top beneath her blazer. Sometimes, she positions the camera so I catch a glimpse of her thigh tattoos, and even more often, I notice her lack of panties. Occasionally, there are videos of her walking along the sidewalk, already late for a meeting; she’s always late. Her heels click on the pavement, her sunglasses are stuck in her hair, and her eyes sparkle as she makes a final joke before heading into her council meeting. I know these are made just for me, and I see her—who she really is—and she’s stunning. I can’t help but wonder what the people in the meeting she’s headed to must think as that immense presence enters the room.
By A Lady with a Penabout a year ago in Confessions
Amanda. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Black ebony colored tall 6ft lady named Ammanda, pointed breasts, 5years older than me, am in college and she works for central bank of Wakanda, she doesn't date always serious, busy and private, she rents our guest wing, always clean and tidy like she has ptsd, does not use our swimming pool, but one day, when all my family members are gone on vacation and i remain because i am writing exams. She behaves out of the ordinary, she swims in the pool, in pink bikini, she eats with me my ice cream, she asks me to apply sun tone on her body, in the evening she asks me to massage her, she gets naked i massage her every point on the body, i am horny but she doesn't mind me, then she stands and goes back to the pool, naked. She comes back locks the door and sleeps. Two days later she repeats the act, only this time she asks me to show her the size of my dick, its 16.5 inches. Itouches it, says impressive, but still unbothered she locks me out and sleeps. On a sunday she comes from her church service, finds me eating, she joins, she helps me clean up, then asks me to apply hair remover on her pussy, armpits and she does the same to me, we sit out listening to Yo Maps music. After the hair remover does its work, I clean her out, as she cleans me she puts the tip of my dick in her mouth, slowly, she sucks me out as she works on it. After a good 7 minutes i nut in her mouth. She dives in the pool, i do the same. After swimming, we go to her house, our guest wing she rented, we wipe again she starts touching my balls looking at them intently like she's studying them and learning them, passionately she strokes me again, lubricating everything with saliva, she makes me stand and starts kissing me passionately, i inhale her breaths, this time she forces my shoulders down like telling me to kneel, i go down, she presents my nose then mouth with her dark dream but shinny, large but tight cool looking pussy, i smell it i eat it i leak it, at first she doesn't make any sound like she's not feeling anything, slowly she grinds her crotch on me, she mourns slowly as if afar then getting closer, she she succumbs and falls on the bed, i lift one leg as if spreading her feet, she's so wet am so hard but i am still scared, i am thinking she will change her mind and chase me, so i make her mourn and mourn and she shivers as she cums. She thanks me, she gets her sleeping gown, and sits, a bit serious she commands me to sit on the bed next to her. Shew warns me that no one can ever find out about anything, she says i should continue respecting her because we are not friends. I agree, as i try to dress up and go, she pulls me and kisses me again, she re awakes my dick, slowly sits on it and starts riding me, she looks in my eyes as shes does it, shes loving it and i'm falling for her by each stroke of a ride. I am overthinking everything like I'm dreaming so I can't concentrate and I can't cum. I enjoy watching her as she cums three or four times. She asks me to do her from behind, her shape is so awesome i lick her pussy from behind, i do her so much she cums again. We go into the shower, then back to bed, the sitting lounge, like we cant get tired of each other, I cum back in bed, and she remains sleeping, I dive in the pool, i cant believe what happened.
By Niskiabout a year ago in Confessions
I dont sleep
We’ve all had those nights where sleep feels just out of reach, and the more we try to relax, the more elusive it becomes. Whether it's stress, an overactive mind, or just not feeling tired, there are simple tricks that can help you drift off faster. As a result, I had to look for easy techniques that can improve your sleep routine and have my snoozing peacefully in no time.
By Horace Waslandabout a year ago in Confessions
Broolynn Is Lonely
Suddenly it’s December and you’re not 16 anymore and you haven’t been 16 in a long time but sometimes you still feel stuck in that little project apartment in Brooklyn.The fact that time passes and things change and people leave and you can only go back to a place physically and you will never be 14 ,15 ,and 16 again. I still don’t understand how we are meant to endure that. It all changed for me but not for him. We both made excuses for each others issues but the truth is we ere hiding from something much bigger. It made leaving feel like finally being able to breathe. We were both deeply sad people. It made sense that one of us wasn’t going to survive. I know that it’s not my fault but sometimes it feels like I did this.
By Nat about a year ago in Confessions
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks
Things I learnt from my recent setbacks How I wish life were filled with glory and love, tales of how we succeed in every aspect of our life, emerging victorious in battles filled with animosity and sadness. Every mortal being experiences seasons of rise and fall, of light and dark, of pain and purpose, and defeat and victory.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Confessions
One Year Without Alcohol: The Person I Never Knew Existed!
I had always considered myself someone who enjoyed a drink. Not excessively, but casually—after work, with friends, or to wind down on a Friday night. It was just part of life. So, when I decided to give up alcohol for a year, it wasn’t because I had hit rock bottom or had some kind of dramatic intervention. There was no moment of crisis, no life-changing event. I just wanted to see what would happen. What started as a casual experiment became something much bigger. The decision to stop drinking turned out to be one of the most revealing, life-altering choices I’ve ever made. What I discovered about myself during that year is something I could never have predicted. I found a person I didn’t even know existed—and what I learned will probably make you question your own life choices, too.
By Sting Storiesabout a year ago in Confessions
Your Life Can Be Good. Content Warning.
Introduction Over the last couple of weeks, I have been feeling down, exacerbated by my slight ADHD/Bipolar/Autistic traits that are part of my make-up. I have not seen anyone about these because generally I can deal with them though at times there is a mental fight to assert my good side over my down side.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Confessions
The Ingredient List That Made Me Quit My Job
Imagine walking through the grocery store one sunny afternoon, lost in thought, casually tossing your favorite snacks into the cart without a second glance. We've all done it, haven’t we? But what if I told you that one small, seemingly insignificant detail could completely upend your life? What if, in the middle of a perfectly mundane errand, you stumbled upon something that would make you question everything, even leading you to quit your job? That’s exactly what happened to me.
By Sting Storiesabout a year ago in Confessions
