Teenage years
Exploring the Art of Kiss
Explore different kissing techniques to heighten arousal and deepen emotional connections, including peck kissing, butterfly kissing, bite kissing, teasing kisses, ice cube kissing, slow kissing, nibbling kissing, sucking kissing, earlobe kissing, forehead kissing, hand kissing, and cheek kissing, and learn tips for enhancing arousal and pleasure through kissing, incorporating kissing into intimate moments, and understanding the historical and cultural significance of romantic kissing.
By Timothy A Rowland2 years ago in Confessions
Women Who Inspire Me: Tara Pidgeon
How many people can say they have a teacher who not only taught them a great deal, but also inspired them, cared for them and became one of their loved ones? Actually, many people can say that and I’m thankful to say I’m one of them, the teacher in question for me is Tara Pidgeon. Today is her birthday and during this Women’s History Month I want to tell the story of how this amazing woman inspired me.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Confessions
10 Root Causes of Divorce in Kenya
Divorce rates in Kenya have been on the rise, reflecting shifting societal norms and dynamics. While divorce is a complex issue influenced by various factors, here we unravel the top 10 root causes contributing to marital dissolution in Kenya.
By alex kimuyu2 years ago in Confessions
That New York Apartment.
I never thought that I would be here I am today. I had so many reasons to run. Of course leaving hurt. It hurt like nothing else in the world and I was supper scared. I was so tired of being the girl that I was. I felt stuck in the place that most others think is so freeing. I’m sorry that I left but it was for the best even though something always felt odd. I watched the city change. I don’t know New York anymore. Someone had to have left first. I knew deep down that it would be me. I don’t think the people I loved knew that I was going to leave the way I did but I knew when I was young that I wouldn’t stay in the city. I did the minimum anyone asked me, always shouting but not to loud. Just trying to blend in with the rage of NYC.
By Nat 2 years ago in Confessions
Crumbling Pedestals
It took me nearly 20 years to realize I never really loved you. That sounds harsh, but it’s not. It’s just true. We knew each other when we were 13. We knew Winget’s art class. We knew endless jokes and laughter, music sharing, poem swapping, commiserating over our adolescent life experiences, and the fact that no one else understood us. When you moved out of state in the middle of the school year, my teenage soul was crushed. In you I had found a twin flame. Our home lives and pasts were entirely different, but we found familiarity anyway - and safety - in each other. I wrote to you. I knew you struggled with the move. I felt sad for you, and for me. I was quite a romantic child and admittedly haven’t changed much…I romanticized the notion of soul mates. I dreamed of us reuniting one day. I wrote about you in my journal a lot. I had crushes on other boys, but I felt innately connected to you in a way I’ve never been able to explain.
By Shay Haas2 years ago in Confessions
Whispers of the Heart.
Chapter 1: Echoes of a Beginning. In the quaint town of Navrongo, nestled between Paga and Bolga, there existed a tale as old as time itself: the story of love in all its intricacies and complexities. Among its inhabitants were two souls, Dominic and Hannah, whose lives intertwined in ways they never could have imagined.
By Dominic Ach2 years ago in Confessions
How I Overcame My Depression with Cooking and Prayer
I was trapped in a vicious cycle of depression, a silent enemy that robbed me of joy and hope. Every day was a struggle, and every night was a nightmare. I felt worthless, hopeless, and helpless. I tried to hide my pain behind a mask of smiles, but inside, I was falling apart.
By BizBas 2 years ago in Confessions
Can she be any cuter
Sam, the star quarterback of Millington High, was used to the spotlight. His days were filled with cheers, victories, and the admiration of his peers. Yet, amidst the roar of the crowd, he couldn't ignore the subtle, unnoticed presence of Aubrey, the school's nerdiest girl.
By Avera Jersy2 years ago in Confessions
A Love I Didn't Expect...
Dear Love, Wow. Where do I start? At this point in my life, I feel like we have such a toxic relationship. On the one hand, I can't stand you. You are such a bitch. I mean when I was little all I ever wanted was to be loved and accepted for who I was, every single part of me but other than a couple of members in my family, I never really got that. More importantly, I never got that from the one person that mattered the most to me, my mother. I was a lacking girl. You left me in the cold; all I had was myself and God's love covering me in warmth. I've felt so betrayed by you and stabbed in the back. The very one that gave me life taught me to hate myself. Then, you gave again. I received Jay, my beautiful perfectly imperfect first love. My heart was so codependent at this point due to not only my mother but the judgments I received and the strict morals I was expected to live by enforced by my mother, stepfather, and my father. Jay, too, had grown codependent over the years from both his parents. Together, our hearts are bound in a way that cannot break easily. Some may call it a trauma bond. We were each other's escapes until we realized that we needed something deeper that the other couldn't give and then that too ended. You're such a cruel mistress love. You give and then you take. Your many limbs twist and weave in a way that no one person could ever figure out on their own. Your ways are complicated and yet simple. After Jay, I fell and I fell hard. His name is not important. At first, I fell so I wouldn't feel the pain of losing Jay. Also, I didn't yet know how to trust and love myself; how to rely on me and me alone. Or God and God alone I should say. That relationship started so blissfully. I was finally being taken care of for once in my life. For once, someone was putting me first. However, it was a trick, wasn't it? A smoke show until the truth came out. Soon, he started treating me like his slave. I was there to take care of the children, clean the house, work, and please him when he wanted it. If he was doing anything out of place or anything I was concerned about, sure at first we could discuss it but slowly it became he would do whatever he wanted to do regardless of my opinion. That ended terribly. He, too, taught me how to hate myself. As it turns out, that was never love because someone who can teach hate doesn't love truly. I spent a while recovering and as it turned out, my first love still loved me but not enough. It never has been enough has it, love? Have I ever been enough? I know now that I have. You have not given me a partner which is something I have always longed for but you have given me something else which is perhaps even more beautiful...
By Lindsey Altom2 years ago in Confessions
Dejanelle
A true Queen will adjust another Queen’s crown. Women who pick up other women in adversity, in question, in fear, in jealousy; even if you dislike a woman or disagree with her there is no need to tear another woman down. In a world where women have been subjected to the world of men, at the hands of men, at the look down upon by men; it can be hauntingly concerning and scary. It is not easy being a woman. It is not easy being a man either but both of us suffer at the hands of other men’s decisions and desires.
By Cadma2 years ago in Confessions
