I (m/38) just had three storm-free days; that is to say, my wife and children are not at home. Yesterday late at night I watched the horror film Paranormal Activity 2 and it creeped me out. I was really scared groping through the house in the dark, so I turned on lights everywhere, which I don't normally do. Now to the point. As I was lying in bed, the motion sensor light suddenly came on by itself. It is mounted near the children's beds so that if the baby wakes up at night and you stumble in half asleep, a little light is already on near the bed. It's impossible to activate it from my bed and I was alone in the room. I almost died of fright and I couldn't sleep for ages and had nightmares. I confess, that I as a grown man of almost 40 almost crapped my pants in fear because of a stupid horror film.
I never respected my dad. He is very racist and mean. I always think he tries to be a good role model, but he doesn't. He still acts like a little boy. He's cheated on my mom and he still has intercourse with my mom. I know I have sinned for being a rotten dirt bag for my parents.
A couple was going on vacation but his wife was on a business trip so he went to the destination first, and his wife would meet him the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick email. Unfortunately, when typing her address, he mistyped a letter and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher's wife whose husband had passed away only the day before.
When the grieving widow checked her email, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint. At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:
Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.
P.S. Sure is hot down here.
My neighbor drives an old banger of a ford fiesta. The exhaust died a long time ago and the noises coming out of that car are to that effect. Punctual at 5.30 am, when he drives it out of the garage, I am wide awake and upright in my bed. It seems to feel like a small eternity before he, with running engine, has finished saying good bye to his wife and locking the garage . I found out by coincidence that all old ford keys fit in all old fords. You can't open the cars with them, but you can lock them.
So the next Wednesday morning I lay in ambush and waited until my neighbor went back into the house and the car was parked up with running engine. Locking the car with the Ford Mondeo key I had borrowed from my father was a matter of seconds. My neighbor returned and cursed wildly. He couldn't get into the car and there it was, clattering horribly. It got frantic, as the wife couldn't find the spare key either. I was watching the scene from behind my curtains, pissing myself laughing. After about 15 minutes a police car appeared, as apparently one of the other neighbors was fed up with the nightly interruptions. The policemen couldn't access the car either. Since no solution seems to be apparent, I returned to my bed. Only around 7 am it became quiet again. At first I presumed he was out of petrol and peeped out the window. About 10 neighbors, 2 patrol cars & an AA car were gathered outside. I assume it was thanks to the AA guy that my neighbor could finally access his car and switch off the engine. Since than I have gathered that the nasty pertubator had to join the AA for their help and the police fined him with a ticket for disturbance of the peace and a costly failing's card for his car. He changed his exhaust the same day. Since than the world is ok again at 5.30 am.
My mother is acting stupid and flirty whenever I am looking for a boyfriend, it's got to stop she has to grow up. Is this bloke my dad? She is wanting to fuck him and make a fool out of me again? What is wrong with this retard slut. She said to dad today "Oh well, you got your way" and pulled to cover off the chair. She is acting stupid. I think she wants to push him off on to me and hurt me. She has to stop this childish little horny dirty game of hers. She will get a kick up her face for this. That woman is making a fool of me for some reason. Why? Why is she so jealous of me and some old retard horn dog. No man wants her. She should be made to keep her mind of her husband and get out of us girls cunts and let us have a man of our own. Grow up old lady and stop making a fool of your 2nd daughter.
I have had this stupid dogs bullshit. I wish my mother and john move to a low set house nursing home or down to the granny flat and my sister leave all together back to her filipeno shitter.
I think my mother and sister have murdered me sexually and its got to stop.
I'm easily influenced by my friends. I told myself that I shouldn't do it but I did. There was just so much anger in me. She was one of my best friends, and we're totally still tight. That was when I was young, though. I never told her because I feel like if I did she would look down on me for following her terrible example. I was just hating on my sister that day, my 3 years older than me sister who thought that she knew everything. My friend had told me it was funny. I thought it was funny. The deal was done. I lifted up the toilet seat and shoved her toothbrush in the toilet. Swished it around some. I put my sister's toothbrush, inside of the freshly urinated-in toilet. Someone save my soul.
I (f/26) hate other girls who don't like me, because I'm a virgin. I also have a feeling that they think I'm gay, because I'm not interested in having sex with any handsome male in the room. What's wrong with waiting for a person whom I will love? I see these girls as strumpets since they can't stay with at least one boyfriend, and always want another one. Dear God, please, forgive me.
I've really wanted to kill myself because of my teacher in English class, which is apparently one of my goals in life. She is mad at me for lending an owner to a seventh grader and thinking that I was in a food fight when I know I,m not. She just makes me want to die I know. She hates all of the students in my class. I know she wants us dead and I wanted to which I know is against God's will.
I am painter by profession, and I masturbate into the white paint. I think the paint is shining more brightly because of it. I'm spunking into the white paint, my customers are extremely satisfied and always say how shiny the white walls are. They call me a magician and are recommending me all around. I have more work than I can compete, my dairy is full until the end of times and they keep coming. I'm delighted; even so I am living with a lie.
Okay so, I'm a Christian.
I don't go to church every Sunday, or whenever there are holy occasions. I don't pray when I wake up, before I eat, or even before I sleep. I only know a few prayers credits to my classmates who are religious. These things that I do, are the worst ever.
I was born in a family that doesn't really appreciate accepting the existence of God, or simply the Church. I could definitely say that we are evil. Probably accomplices of evil. I could also definitely say that we are a broken family. It's hard for me to express my feelings and love to my family. It's hard to communicate with them. It's hard to greet my family on their birthdays, or in family occasions, or Mother's Day, Father's Day, or whatsoever. It's hard to tell them what I did at school, even when they ask. I just say "Just cool." and then nod. Deep down, I've got a lot of things to say it's just that I have the deepest secret that I must not tell, but I am going to tell it now, because of the fact that this is an anonymus post of which I will be taking advantage of.
I am a transgender. I am born female, but I'm male. Honestly, this is not a psychological problem, this is biologically speaking. I know I've been male since I was young.
My Father told me a story that when I was young, I indirectly told him that I was a boy. Around 5 - 6 years young, I was getting ready for school. Dad prepared by uniform, and told me to wear it, which was paired with a skirt. I told him I'd look gay if I wore it, because I'm a boy.
I guess it all sparked whenever my Dad told me I was a boy, and that I have to take care of the family whenever he'd go to work Pretty blunt Dad huh? I think he could definitely sense this manliness in me that I'm trying to hide. Honestly it makes me happy whenever he teases me, "You're a boy, why are you wearing those clothes?". I'd reply back "What the heck are you talking about Dad?! I'm a girl!". The latter really is a lie.
By the way, I've got an older sister, and it's only the two of us so yeah. I bet he's really in a need of a boy in the family... Asian stuff kind of thinking I'm 16, and my sister will be 18 soon.
Until now, I've been wearing "not so" girly clothes. Just normal I guess? I'm thinking of finishing college, and just travel the world, which was basically leaving the house, and probably won't be back until I've "changed" myself into the person that I'm supposed to be.
Yes Sister, Dad, Mom, Grannys, Grandpas, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Friends, Classmates, Schoolmates, Neighbors, Passbyers, People all over the world, Angels, Saints and God, I have greatly sinned.
I am a 16 year old who has a secret life living as a prostitute. Now I'm not talking about real life I'm talking about an online job. Ever since I was nine I felt sexually active, and had watched porn (gay, straight, anime, furry, etc.) and have always felt like I wanted to be a porn star. I come from a very strict family who knew I did that and took all internet away for the longest time. Flash forward to when I was thirteen I was beautiful (I still am) but I used it in the worst way. I've sent nudes (to more then one person) I talk dirty on the phone, and I masturbate (LOUD) my parents think it's natural but they don't know the things I think about at night mostly kinky dreams like bondage with someone I know or furry sex (wolves) specially teachers with students. Fast forward to know and I have a teacher who likes me and I don't know what to think I go to a private school and on top of that a christian school! my current boyfriend is very pure and doesn't know about my past I wanna clean up but at the same time I don't wanna stop I love it, and I wanna keep doing it! I'm hoping to ask my boyfriend soon if he wants to have sex but if he doesn't me and my ex were going to I will have another sin about him soon but I need help!
About 10 years ago, I (m/32) took over a kind of village shop because my father died unexpectedly. I didn't actually want to take over the shop because I was still very young. Since my two siblings also didn't want to take over the shop because they both had higher goals, I did it, mostly out of love for my mother who was very attached to the business. I always got to listen to the same prophesy rom my dear siblings who said that I wouldn't keep the business for three years since no one stood a chance against the big stores in the cities. They always had a big laugh about that. At first it really was a lot of work. 14 hour days were not unusual for me because I still had to do orders and accounting work after normal business hours. I made just enough money to live and I was lucky that I didn't have to pay any rent for the shop location since I took it over along with the business. I also thought that I couldn't withstand the big stores for long.
Meanwhile, the situation changed against all expectations because the elderly people from our village buy almost everything from me since it is difficult to get into the city at their age. The young client is also increasing since not everyone can afford a car or wants to ride 30 minutes on the bus to the city. In short, I'm probably won't become a millionaire with the shop, but I have more than enough for my wife and two children, I can pay off the house, and can also have a treat now and then. Now for my confession: It's currently not going well for my siblings financially and so they regularly ask me for discounted food prices. I don't agree with it since my other customers have to pay full price. In addition, they always put me down since I took over the store. I offer them quality goods that are about to expire for free. I could slap the both of them when they suggest that I stick the business etc. up my butt and that I'm an egotist.
One Christmas, all I had was a vegetarian sandwich in my bedroom for dinner, because I was in the middle of such a bad nervous breakdown, one of many other ones I have had. I could not eat with everyone. There are times I would shake and get my swallowing phobia from childhood attacks of having a sharp instrument pushed down my throat.