Taboo

Yeah, But Would You Kill for Me?
Right after they made primal, dirty love, they rolled over and curiously looked at each other, and she said, "I'd kill for you."
By Rick Martinez4 years ago in Confessions
This is what Tango taught me about Love, Passion, and Sex
Tango, passion, and love all come down to one thing eventually. This might sound cliché, but for me, it proved as real as a 9-inch heel standing on my foot during a tango salon.
By Lucien Lecarme4 years ago in Confessions
Instant Karma at Sweet Lips Topless Bar
Man... I loved that bar. It was lime green. What other building has that kind of audacity? There were paintings of women in bikinis all over it. I like women in bikinis, almost as much as I like them naked. It was two blocks from "La Armada" housing projects...down Port Avenue, a particularly downtrodden part of town. It was owned by an elderly black man named Robert, who was always there during business hours, but asleep most of the time. The staff were all ex-convicts. They had a low-down sexuality from repressed times, doing time. Don't think because these women were ex-cons that some of them weren't pretty. A few of them were stunningly beautiful.
By J.D. Bradley4 years ago in Confessions
The Silent Killer
An estimated 41,000 people are infected with hepatitis C each year, and 2.4 million Americans have it. About 75% of people who have the virus are part of the baby boom generation, born between 1945 and 1965.
By Arlo Hennings4 years ago in Confessions
Yvonne
Yvonne the one-eyed whore; that's what she was known as. She had no problems with that designation. I had a bit of a crack problem although I managed to keep a regular job, which is rare. There's generally no balancing a crack habit and paying bills. I lived in one of the barrios of Corpus Christi. I was about as down and out as I've ever been. The crack cocaine lifestyle is not one I recommend but like any such subculture it has a tendency to give you a tribe of sorts. Yvonne was the matriarch of our tribe and I somewhat of the patriarch.
By J.D. Bradley4 years ago in Confessions
Knowing His Body Count Made Him Less Attractive
Hey! What’s your body count? If this question confuses you, here’s what it means — the number of people you have killed. Um, what?
By Eshal Rose4 years ago in Confessions
Fake It till Ya Make It!
The title of the story, was me all of my life, I faked it till I thought I made it, but really all I did was fake it. I decided at a very young age that I could fake it and make it believable.
By C. M. Sears4 years ago in Confessions
Parallel Reality
We can all feel our other realities, other existences, not the one we think of as 'ours' or the 'here and now', when we daydream but there are moments when these parallel realities overlap or intersect with ours and they become as real as anything else! The multiverse is infinite in space and time AND in different realities, most so very close to the same they barely register on the conscience mind, but others so bizarre and strange that they change us forever! When these realities intersect with ours, the events become some of the most prominent and profound of our lives.
By Trent Dean Anderson4 years ago in Confessions
Parallel Reality
Can't you sense other realities, other existences, ones where in you made different decisions. I can. The multiverse theory is true. Those realities that we can feel and imagine differ from the one we think of as 'ours' or the 'here and now', but not so much that we are no longer human. Even when we dream we are still human.
By Trent Dean Anderson4 years ago in Confessions
The 12 Ways to Cope When Caught Cheating
Helping cheaters avoid the ramifications of their cheating is what r/adultery is all about. This is how we get labeled “evil.” This is why we have trolls hounding us. This is why we are the lowest of the low — but the information below is indeed necessary in this vile world of adultery.
By MonalisaSmiled 4 years ago in Confessions
The Ooze
It was completely dark. The moon in the night sky did nothing in the way of lighting my path. I’d lost track of time while going for daily walk. The thoughts that ran through my mind were tormenting me and I didn’t even mind where I was walking to. My wife would surely wonder where I’d gotten off to, my kids sitting up anxiously in their beds waiting to be tucked in.
By J.S. Danielle4 years ago in Confessions
When You Love Your Therapist — Transference or Real
Genuine love between therapists and clients - does it exist? Having been in therapy myself for a few years and really clicking with my therapist, I've been wondering exactly that. It turns out, it's not uncommon for clients to ask their therapist if they can remain friends once their sessions come to an end. Throughout treatment, you've entrusted your therapist, sharing your rooted desires, fears, traumas, and expressing emotions in a way that you couldn't with other people you may be close to. This genuine connection during the therapy relationship is likely to occur, and that's a good thing. It allows the therapist to understand their client, analyse their behaviours and support them in getting back to a healthier life path. But the real question is, can the therapist love you back to form a strong, platonic bond?
By Nicole Y. Adams4 years ago in Confessions