Dating
Secret Confession #4. Content Warning.
It was two firsts for me. First of all, it was the first time I cheated on my husband. It was also the first time I hired a male escort. There are many factors involved as to why I did it. I was married for 17 years with two kids and was fine until my husband lost his job and I ended up going back to work. He looked for work for several weeks, then gave up. He did just fine keeping the house up until he started playing games. He had no interest in anything outside of that anymore.
By Chahat Kaurabout a year ago in Confessions
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
Ammanda Part 2. Content Warning.
After that summer, my bond with Ammanda grew in ways I never could have imagined. It started as something casual—long conversations by the pool, moments of quiet laughter, and stolen glances when no one was looking. Despite her serious nature, Ammanda had a warm side she rarely showed, and I felt lucky to witness it. Months went by, and while she remained guarded about her private life, I began to sense there was something deeper beneath the surface. One evening, as we sat under the stars after a long day, she opened up to me about her past—about a marriage she was in that had lost its spark, but one she couldn’t easily walk away from. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband, but their relationship had become more about duty than passion.
By Niskiabout a year ago in Confessions
Next steps
Today is Venus trine Jupiter: This transit could lead to a well-deserved income boost or a surge in your self-worth, given that sweet Venus, your ruler, is now in your daily routine and wellness sector as it connects with fortunate Jupiter in your money zone.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
My Family Hates Me Because I Broke Off My Engagement, But They Have No Idea She Cheated
Imagine being the bad guy in everyone's eyes, the villain in a story where you thought you were the victim. That’s exactly where I find myself. My name's Mark (fake name), and I’m a 26-year-old guy who thought he had it all figured out—until life threw me a curveball that shattered everything. My fiancée, Emily (also fake name, of course), and I had been together for years. She’s 24, and we met at university when life was simple, and love seemed unbreakable.
By Real & Fiction Storiesabout a year ago in Confessions
Where are you? This isn't for me
Twiddling my fingers, I stare out the window, feeling the creeping tendrils of anxiety slowly wrapping themselves around my heart. It's not just a sensation in my mind; it pulses through me, filling every beat of my heart. The rhythmic thumping pounds in my ears: thump... thump... thump. The music playing in the background, once a comfort, now fades into an indistinct hum. The lyrics, once filled with meaning, now only stir the emotions I’ve tried so desperately to suppress. I am scared—terrified—of never knowing who you are. I wonder, are you someone I already know, someone I talk to every day, or are you miles away, a distant soul I’ve yet to meet? These questions plague my mind, gnawing at my sense of purpose, my direction. I keep questioning whether this life, this path I’m on, is meant for you just as much as I question if it’s truly meant for me.
By Narley♥️about 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
Game on
I had a great conversation with my boyfriend last night. It was sort of born out of us both having sort of shitty days. He had to replace a tool at his work and the replacement ended up being the wrong fit so he just curled up into a ball and died. I was walking and a bug flew into my mouth and I puked into someone's lawn because I overthought eating a fucking bug and then when I got home I had the worst rash on my butt from walking too much. Just smothered myself in the zinc oxide stuff.
By Kayla McIntoshabout a year ago in Confessions
