Quite some time ago , I was in a real rush, but had to go to the tanning shop. In some of the shops the tanning bed is standing in the window display and you have to close a curtain before using it. I stripped and lay down. After a few minutes I started jerking off. Relaxed and came. Pretty much simultaneously my tanning time was over and I opened the cover. I only noticed than what had happened. A gang of thugs was gathered in front of the window and whistled, laughed and screamed. I have never in my life felt so embarrassed. I got dressed quickly and left in a rush. The men screamed, shouted and took picture of me leaving.
I confess that as a child I once crapped into the cat box and that my mother puzzled about our kitty cat's unusually large pile. So then the poor animal had to fast for a day, but I secretly fed her, she was innocent after all.
I live in the Bible Belt, in a small ass town in the middle of nowhere. Otherwise known as Texas. All of my friends are so religious, and I'm terrified to tell them that I (15/w) am an agnostic/atheist. That I've never felt a connection with "god" and never really believed in him. At church I would sit and not pay attention. I'm fine with it though. I think of it as the fact that I don't need a book to tell me how to live. I'm strong, independent, and mature enough that I don't need to be told how to live my life. That I can make the right decisions in life without a rule book on the right a wrong.
About a year ago, at the age of 22, I came out of the soccer stadium, and was really frustrated, again. In the tram on the way home, I saw a few young guys about 14-16 years old, who harassed the other passengers. Every time a passenger went past their seats, they voiced out inappropriate comments, young or old they didn't really care, there were always insults like "stupid son of a bitch", or "faggot". I came up with a great idea to walk by the scene and to see if they would insult me too when I it was near my stop. Luckily, of course they did, so I grabbed hold of the closest one, slapped him real hard, and without speaking a word, went on my way. I'd like to confess that I knowingly sought trouble with the young men in order vent my anger. I'm even a little sorry for the stupid kid. He was close to shedding tears. On the other hand, I taught him an important lesson. They should think before they act.
I (f) am a college student in my second semester. Every day I ride about an hour on the train from my home to my university. The other day I was sitting with a friend on a bank of four seats next to the bicycle compartment with the folding seats. The bicycle compartment was completely empty except for one young man. At a stop, an elderly man got on with his bicycle, and I didn't really pay much attention. But he went into the practically empty bicycle compartment and grumbled to the young man who sat there alone that he should (literally!), "Move his ass because this spot is reserved for bicyclists". No, "Good day", no "Please" My friend and I and the young man were all quite stunned because the row opposite was completely empty, but the older gentleman and his bike naturally had to go exactly where the young man sat. The nice gentleman then said, "I'm always right, so be accommodating and do what I say!" The young man then stood up wordlessly and sat in the opposite row and the friendly man and finally had enough room for his bike but he didn't even say thanks.
My friend and I exchanged glances and thought about our section. Then I suddenly heard, "You don't need to look so dumb!" Puzzled, I looked around and sure enough, the elderly gentleman was looking out way and these outrageous words were meant for us! I couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Excuse me sir, but I don't have to let you insult me! Your behavior is beneath contempt, you could have just asked the young man nicely!" The nice man actually stood up, came over to us, sat next to us, and said to me, "Ok, girl, I'll tell you how it is!" I replied, "Thank you, but I can do without your company too", then my friend and I switched compartments.
For the rest of the ride home, I was in a bad mood, and it wasn't improved when my mother called me and asked me to bring something home with me from the supermarket. As I stood in the checkout line, an elderly lady with two things approached me and said, "May I go in front of you?" Since I was only buying a few things, I said, "No", since I thought that the nice woman could be patient for two minutes. She then slammed her things on the belt and snapped, "You little snot! What are you even doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?" At that moment I could almost believe all the elderly were conspiring against me that day. At the end of my patience, I snapped, "I'm an adult and a college student, good woman! And what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in a nursing home?" Everyone in the checkout line including the cashier had to obviously keep from grinning, while the nice woman turned bright red and screamed at me, "Young people today simply don't have respect for the elderly anymore!" Luckily, I was checked out just then and as I packed up my things quietly, I responded to the nice woman, "The elderly clearly have no respect for youth anymore, so why should we show respect?" and left the store. The old woman was still happily clamoring behind me.
I'd like to confess, that twice in one day I behaved disrespectfully to the elderly, which isn't how I normally am. Quite the opposite, I actually have a lot of respect for older people and I love to spend time with the elderly ladies who live next door. I simply can't take it when these older folks believe that they can take every liberty with youths and young adults. I'm really only sorry for the cashier who had to deal with the impudent woman after I upset her. I ask for forgiveness!
With all my sincere apologies to my friend, I wanted to confess this. I lied to my friend that I was unmarried. She believed it. She was my co-worker. We developed so much rapport with each other, that we shared all personal things except my marital status. I know I was lying but could not help.
We became really close friends, and shared lunches, trips to temples, street walks, and even one evening. She dared to ask why I am not getting married. I could sense what could go wrong there, and asked her to keep calm and sleep. It was in my car back to home. Her home was very near to my home. We never visited each other home though.
Sensing a much closer, I decided to keep distance and slowly started avoiding her. She also sensed that asked why I am doing so. I did not have a specific answer, but I said nothing like that.
After some time, she married someone else and went to USA.
I know, I did lie, and I know she was deeply in love with me. But before any damage happens, my senses came back. She is now happily living there, but still sometimes her memories come back.
I'm a volunteer at a senior home, doing some little maintenance and I've been sleeping with some of the women there.
I only have to give them some attention, being friendly to them and they're easily let me have sex with them, often invite me to come back for more. Some are shy at first but after that they let go of their reservations. I notified they like it as much as I do. I preferably like the full figured ones, not the skinny and they have to be in good health. I'm a young African American of 23.
I played a prank on my roommate and left the toilet seat up intentionally one night. Just as I expected, My female roommate fell for it not noticing the seat was up and found her pretty much confused if it had been her fault, or otherwise a set up. I enjoyed every minute of it.
After the first heavy snowfall in North Rhine-Westphalia, the sidewalks were overflowing with snow and the roads were barely passable. An old man that lives roughly across from me has the annoying habit to roll backwards extremely slowly out of his garage while blowing his horn so he doesn't hit any of the pedestrians that are out Saturdays or Sundays at 7:30 am. The fact that other people might be annoyed or woken by this doesn't bother him. He also takes shoveling the snow a little too seriously. He blocked in my parents' car in the front and the back with snow badly enough that they couldn't drive it. We left a friendly note that said it was enough to shovel a path roughly wide enough for a stroller on the sidewalk because the cars had to be able to move too. His reaction was a peevish, "The snow has to go somewhere". I have to also say that our sidewalks are very wide so there is even more space for the cars. The old man completely shoveled everything instead of leaving the snow at the edges of the sidewalk
Two weeks later, when I wanted to drive to training, it was my car's turn. No matter how long and hard I tried to clear the snow, I couldn't get out of the parking space. On the sidewalk side, he piled the snow all the way up to the door handle. This could not go unpunished. The night of the following day, Three friends and I took four snow shovels and a wheelbarrow and we made a huge pile of snow right in front of his garage. Almost all the snow from the entire street was in front of the door stacked six feet high. The small side door I left free, of course, so he could come outside and check out the pile.
But this is the best part. On Christmas morning, the city snow plow came and added to our pile until there was a huge mountain of snow because the guys thought it would be appreciated. I couldn't help but laugh. I'd never seen such a large mountain of snow before! I still feel guilty because the mountain was so big after the help of the snow plow that it was weeks until the gentleman could get out of his garage.
I was out to get revenge on some asshole who nearly took the front bumper off of my car. So I followed him to a mall parking lot. Did a few rounds so he had time to get out and leave. I then jumped out and made 5 long and deep key scratches along his whole Camaro. I get in my car and pat myself on the back when I notice a completely different guy getting into the car, and yelling when he saw the scratches. I tried to open someone elses' car.
My brother is almost four years older than me, and is ill-tempered. When I was young, he would lose his temper and take it out on my sister and I. I never could remember why he was always so mad about, only that he was brutal on us. Our dad was always away on work and our mother was never around, so he always got away with it. I can still remember him trying to kill us on many accounts. He would strangle us, kick us, and punch as hard as he could, and he did this for years. Whenever we tried to tell our mom she would tell us that's how brothers are and we need to stop bothering him so much. Now, he's claimed that he's changed, and when we say we don't forgive him our mother tells us to get over it, but I don't think I can. To this day I can't stand being touched and it kills me to know that if my brother hit me again and I called the police, my family would hate me.
When I was really bored, I logged into a gay chat room, agreed on 2 dates anonymously and directed them to the house across the road. I could enjoy the show from my window. It was great fun seeing the 2 standing about and eventually starting to talk to each other.
I have set up a screenshot of the with all symbols as desktop background on the PC of a mate of mine. After that, I hid all the symbols, moved the taskbar to the top of the screen and hid it as well. After hours of him trying to work it out and failing and I was unfortunately neither in any position to help him, he had to re-install.
Nearing the end of the year 2012, me and my best friend were exhausted and sick of school so we decided to skip school for a couple days, but days became weeks which got really worse that the I got caught came. But the thing is, what I dreaded more was that my parents and the police would find out, my friend was not as innocent as I once thought she was. She stole from every single clothing line in the mall, I was absolutely god smacked and impressed by the sum of clothes she took. As a gullible teenager, I once was I surprised her by snatching 2 coke cans, and a mars bar from the supermarket. Together we both stole nearly $600 dollars worth of items. My mother asked me where I got the clothes from I lied to her and said that I 'got them from a friend', but there was that moment of realization i knew that my actions were wrong and I'm probably going to be found out soon so the next day my best friend asked if I wanted to do go and shoplift I said no, a week after she was taken in by police, and I knew it would be the same for me if I continued.
In 7th grade, I told my classmate about a friend I had seen yesterday, thought he was pretty cool, and that I might see him more often. It turned out my classmate knew the friend so she wanted me to give a very important letter to him. I didn't question it, and never thought to because she told me it was personal but it was very urgent that he got it. So, on my way home with the letter my mother had told me that the day we were flying to move had been rescheduled to tomorrow because the flight that we were originally planning to take had been cancelled, or something like that. So, I put the letter in a box with all my little belongings, and told my neighbor who goes to my school to apologize to my classmate. So we move, and now 8 years from then, 2 months ago, my mother wanted to thoroughly clean the attic since summer is coming and she wanted to have more room. So I sit there for hours and I come across an envelope, with notebook paper folded inside with the front labeled "TO: (name withheld)" It took me a few minutes to realize that, that was the letter to my friend from my classmate. I figured since it's been almost 8 years I can read it. So I read it and basically it was saying how my classmate thinks she got pregnant from one of her friends because the condom was broken when they finished having sex. Also that she knows how my friend's father works at a drug store and she wanted him to steal some birth control for her to prevent anything. She didn't want her father to know because he might beat her so she desperately needs the birth control. I feel horrible. I don't know if it was true and I know it's 8 years too late but I feel horrible that I didn't give it to another friend to deliver it.
When I was 5, I asked my mom how big her reproductive organ was. My mom slapped me and called me a bitch.
I was so mad that I was jealous, so I told her my third arm was as big as the earth. She told me, "You wish" she said. I was pissed that I ran into the street and started asking people how big THEIR sets were!
I (m/30) was once visiting some friends to delete the well-known "ukash virus" from their computer. This virus disables the computer and only releases it after you pay a fee. As I was there cleaning the virus from the Windows Registry, their young daughter (7) came into the room. She had to show me something on TV. So I went with her for a minute. Pokémon was currently on. She told me that she thought Pikachu was totally cute and wanted to have it as a pet and she asked me if I knew where you could buy a Pikachu. I explained to her that Pikachu stuffed animals were sold in toy stores and that she could ask her parents if they would buy her one. She insisted, however, that she wanted a "real Pikachu." I explained to her that Pikachu only existed on TV and couldn't jump out of it. I thought nothing of it and went back to working on the computer. After two hours, I finally completely eliminated the virus from the computer and could proudly present the result. My friends were relieved that they could use the computer normally again. At that moment we heard strange noises coming from the living room. It got louder and louder and suddenly there was a crash. We went to see what had happened. The daughter had hit the LCD screen with a hammer because she wanted a "real Pikachu" from TV. She thought it was trapped in the TV and wanted to free it. I'll never forget the parents' horrified look and I was amazed by how much strength a 7 year old girl can have. I definitely learned from this experience and in the future, I'll explain to little kids exactly how a TV works. Luckily no one was hurt and they also bought a new TV.
I am one of the commissioners in one of the biggest companies in Germany. At present we have around 2000 employees in our office. In order to explain the exact situation, I will describe the ratios and how they are distributed in my department. In my department we have all kinds of subdivisions. Basically we have four higher ranking department managers, who each have between four and six smaller department leaders below them. In this department there are 68 employees. I know every single employee very well, there is a casual tone and a relaxed working environment and working relationships. Even the trainees who do their business management training with me speak to me in an informal manner. Alongside spouses, some of whom I have personally met and got to know, I know all sorts of things about most employees, I keep informed of their familial situation and I lend them a sympathetic ear for their problems which then takes on the form of an appraisal interview. I have just been told by my boss that we are going to cut 12 jobs from my department. In other departments they will cut up to 40 jobs; but they are correspondingly bigger departments anyway. My personal problem with this is that I know each and every one of the employees. At the very least I say a quick hello and goodbye and allow myself a bit of small talk with them. Therefore I have tremendous difficulty in culling employees. Even those who I don't get on with so well are at least very hard workers and irreplaceable in terms of their knowledge.
Therefore I went to my boss and told him that it would be absolutely impossible to cut jobs in my department, because we are understaffed as it is. In general that isn't true because we don't get given so much work that everyone is busy for the whole eight to twelve hours. My boss has temporarily accepted it, but I know full well that He will come back to be and want to cut jobs. But I wouldn't dream of letting one of my employees go, because I know them all and they have a little place in my heart. Besides, many of them are parents, which makes the whole thing morally more difficult for me.