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My very young mistress (00000379)
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2.7/5 (84 Votes)
I (51) work in a big company and am pretty much on the shelf, although I am young at heart. I am pretty happy in my role, I earn a lot and still have time for my family. That many of my former colleagues changed to other positions, departments of even companies for career reasons didn't bother me particularly, I was happy. Of course, with time the average age sank because of new recruits and I had problems getting along with the new colleagues. Hardly any of my colleagues are married or in serious relationships. For example, a new conquest would be talked about a lot in the office and the impression that they thought I was too old to join in with these conversations grew. I have been happily married for 20 years, but it doesn't mean that I'm prudish. So I was often left out; obviously my colleagues thought I was boring. Alongside these conversations they also discussed work and friendships built up, which slowly but surely started to topple my authority, since they gave certain pieces of information to their favorite colleagues first before it was made official to the team; they passed me by. On top of this, and I must admit this honestly, I felt old and boring. Around Christmas I broke a leg on a skiing trip. Since my daughter (22) only has to make a small detour to go to my work on the way to uni, she took me with her in the mornings. She would help me out of the car, I would thank her and say, "Have a good day, Sweetheart". My daughter would blow me a kiss on her way out. I have to add that she is as pretty as a picture: long dark hair, big eyes, long legs. This game repeated itself for a few days until a colleague, also married, but who shags intern after intern, took me to the side and advised me not to openly present my lover if I didn't want my wife to get wind of it. After a moment it became clear to me that there had been a misunderstanding which they had already discussed in the department. Thus I confess: Since my colleagues have been thinking that I have a young, beautiful mistress about which my wife has no idea, I am back in the middle of everything that happens. It has lasted a few months like this, and I have quite a bad conscience , because I have sort of lied to my colleagues and I enjoy knowing that they think I am a real stud. I plan to tell them soon that my "Mistress" was becoming too dependent and therefore I left her. By the way my wife found it quite funny. And they still tell me that women over 40 are worth nothing!

Posted on 21.04.2013, 18:21:04 CET
My very young mistress (00000378)
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2.6/5 (50 Votes)
I (51) work in a big company and am pretty much on the shelf, although I am young at heart. I am pretty happy in my role, I earn a lot and still have time for my family. That many of my former colleagues changed to other positions, departments of even companies for career reasons didn't bother me particularly, I was happy. Of course, with time the average age sank because of new recruits and I had problems getting along with the new colleagues. Hardly any of my colleagues are married or in serious relationships. For example, a new conquest would be talked about a lot in the office and the impression that they thought I was too old to join in with these conversations grew. I have been happily married for 20 years, but it doesn't mean that I'm prudish. So I was often left out; obviously my colleagues thought I was boring. Alongside these conversations they also discussed work and friendships built up, which slowly but surely started to topple my authority, since they gave certain pieces of information to their favorite colleagues first before it was made official to the team; they passed me by. On top of this, and I must admit this honestly, I felt old and boring. Around Christmas I broke a leg on a skiing trip. Since my daughter (22) only has to make a small detour to go to my work on the way to school, she took me with her in the mornings. She would help me out of the car, I would thank her and say, "have a good day, sweetheart". My daughter would blow me a kiss on her way out. I have to add that she is as pretty as a picture: long dark hair, big eyes, long legs. This game repeated itself for a few days until a colleague, also married, but who shags intern after intern, took me to the side and advised me not to openly present my lover if I didn't want my wife to get wind of it. After a moment it became clear to me that there had been a misunderstanding which they had already discussed in the department. Thus I confess: Since my colleagues have been thinking that I have a young, beautiful mistress about which my wife has no idea, I am back in the middle of everything that happens. It has lasted a few months like this, and I have quite a bad conscience , because I have sort of lied to my colleagues and I enjoy knowing that they think I am a real stud. I plan to tell them soon that my "mistress" was becoming too dependent and therefore I left her. By the way my wife found it quite funny. And they still tell me that women over 40 are worth nothing!
Tags: Work 50+ Lust

Posted on 21.04.2013, 04:43:48 CET
Seeking affection (00000253)
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2.9/5 (94 Votes)
I am so lonely and so needy. I love old white men and i want a daddy so badly. I want him to love me and tell me that I don't have to be lonely anymore. I want him to take care of me gently and make me his "sexy brown kitten" forever, so i can take care of him the way he would take care of me. Is it something that's too much to ask? I just want a big, tall older white man to be with, someone who would adore chubby, dark skinned girls.

Posted on 01.02.2013, 21:45:18 CET
The Grandmother of My Dreams (00000195)
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2.9/5 (85 Votes)
My grandmother used to watch over my brother and I when my parents were both at work. She was really the grandmother of my dreams. She always had health problems to fight, but mentally she was in top-shape. She was very interested in world events, understood about those less fortunate, always did the crossword puzzles, had a good sense of justice, and stood up for young people. She was very strict, but also very compassionate. Over the years, I became more like her, and that just strengthened our relationship. Three years ago, we started to notice that she was rapidly developing dementia. In-home care was no longer sufficient to keep her house in order, and all of her kids worked or lived to far away, so she had to go to a nursing home. She was initially reluctant but she now feels comfortable there. Since then, I have only gone to visit two times and I don't want to go any more. Not because I'm too lazy or because she means nothing to me. It hurts my soul when I see what she's become. She doesn't recognize her own relatives anymore and understands less than a 5-year old child. The last two times I was there, I burst into tears when I saw this lump of humanity. I did the best I could to hide it from her so she would not get upset. I also felt like she liked me and enjoyed the visit. My mother, who always visits told me that it was fine and wasn't a problem, but it still bothers me. I keep thinking about my grandmother and then I get sad. She can't do anything about it, but the visits really hurt me. I'm really out of sorts afterwards. But on the other hand, I feel like I'm letting her down. And what if she dies and I hardly visited her.

Posted on 19.11.2012, 12:24:18 CET


Alzheimer Grandma (00000059)
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2.8/5 (86 Votes)
My grandma has Alzheimer's, and whenever I come home from work, I get sentenced to keeping her occupied. My mother has to get everything ready for dinner and doesn't have the time. Basically, I don't really have a problem with it, most of the time it's actually entertaining. But one thing I do hate: the photo book. I've had to look at it with her so often that some of the pages have begun to fall out. The problem is that my grandma no longer sees well and she also doesn't remember many of the relatives. When she realizes that she can't remember someone, she often gets sad. Just so she doesn't get into a funk, I always say, "Yes, that's it exactly," whatever name she says, and instantly then it's this cousin or that son. And on the next one, maybe it's someone completely different, however she identifies him. When she can't come up with anything for someone, I always say simply: "That was already pasted in there, when we bought the album. It's an advertising model." She still recalls that when you buy picture frames, they always come with happy people's pictures in them.
Tags: Lie Family 50+

Posted on 06.09.2009, 20:04:55 CET
Place: Wellandstraße 47, 73434 Aalen, Germany

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