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21.
Fun in the Gondola (00000062)
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3.1/5 (147 Votes)
When I was still a bit younger, about 14 or 15, I always used to go on vacation in the mountains with my parents. And just how it is at the height of puberty, off and on you get the urge to masturbate. Because I didn't want to wait until evening and my bed, I got an idea. We had been on an excursion up a mountain and were heading down in 4-person gondolas. My parents together took one gondola. Because not much was going on that day, they let me sit by myself in the gondola behind theirs. And that's where I acted on my pubertal urges. When the downhill journey started, I opened my pants, pulled out my little friend and started to masturbate. No one was sitting in the gondola behind me, from their gondola my parents couldn't see into mine and when somebody was going up on the opposite side, I just sat there in my seat like a well-behaved little boy. As soon as no one was around any more, I proceeded with my hand job. That's how it went for the whole trip. Shortly before exiting at the bottom station, I sprayed my semen all over the gondola's floor and closed my pants up proper.

Now, on exiting, you get assistance from a worker, whose job it is to hold the gondolas steady or as it were to open the doors. As I got out, he grinned at me, as if barely stifling his laughter. What, is he retarded? I thought. No, the idiot was me. Mounted on the wall were several screens that showed live video from surveillance cameras. Unfortunately, I hadn't noticed them during the trip. As a result, the worker could observe my entire hand job procedure, climaxing with the ejaculation. That was so embarrassing. Even if not a soul knew me there, I could have sunk into the ground with shame. Puberty sucks!

Posted on 21.09.2009, 02:57:33 CET
22.
I touch... (00000353)
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3.1/5 (60 Votes)
Stimulation and lustful thoughts have occurred, and I am so sorry for my sins. I always wish I could take things back but there is no way to do so, and I hope that God can forgive me because I wanted to do confession now, and there is no way of me being able to get to a church at this point, and time.

Posted on 03.04.2013, 17:14:48 CET
23.
Fun with a Roman (00000307)
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3.1/5 (129 Votes)
Since I was 13, I (w, [...]
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Posted on 10.03.2013, 01:55:46 CET
24.
Turtle in a half shell (00000352)
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3.1/5 (67 Votes)
When I was little I found the cutest turtle outside in my back garden. I knew my friend Heather had a huge turtle shell and I just thought it was the coolest thing. So I left the turtle, went inside and got a knife. I went back outside and started stabbing the turtle inside the shell. And when he wouldn't die and I got sick from seeing so much blood, I started to cry and put it down, praying it would get better. I still feel like shit for doing that, I know it's not close but I feel like a murderer.

Posted on 03.04.2013, 06:04:29 CET


25.
Warm batteries (00000020)
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3.0/5 (172 Votes)
When I feel lonely, I disconnect the warm batteries from the charger and hold them against my skin to imitate a human touch.

Posted on 22.08.2007, 16:00:00 CET
26.
Easter bunny bell (00000030)
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3.0/5 (210 Votes)
I (w/27) wear skirts during summer. Sometimes, when it's too hot for me, I won't wear panties. I tie a little Lindt Easter bunny bell to my clitoris piercing. It tinkles quite nicely and people tend to wonder where the sound comes from.

Posted on 24.05.2009, 17:09:42 CET
27.
Fiery Chinese Meal (00000061)
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3.1/5 (118 Votes)
When I was 22, I met a really great girl. We met regularly and were just about to start a relationship. I was really head over heels into her, and she into me. Since I already had my own apartment at the time, we often spent our evenings together at my place. On another great evening we had eaten Chinese together. We both ordered the same dish and, since she likes to eat spicy, and I wanted to keep up with her, I ordered spicy, too. We drove to my apartment after the fiery Chinese fun and carried on passionately on the couch. I was overjoyed because it was the first time we'd kissed, and, even though it might have been premature, we both definitely wanted to sleep together. So first we took turns in the bathroom freshening up. Just then I felt a stab of pain in my stomach region, all my stomach contents were churning and I got some really nasty cramps. I didn't let on, because I didn't want to spoil the situation. Then, as we were already involved in our foreplay, I realized that something gassy was pushing to exit back there. As she became more passionate and my stomach pains steadily got worse because of all the moving around, I tried to quickly stifle the fart between my butt cheeks. It worked, too, until she suddenly stopped and asked: "Phew, do you smell it, too, something smells like rotten eggs." I downplayed it totally and said that I didn't smell anything. She didn't let it deter for long and started in on a sideways 69 position. I panicked completely and had to really hold the fart back in my quivering a-hole. But there came a point where nothing would help. I simply couldn't contain it anymore and farted such a loud and brutal gust of wind in her face that she started to cough out of disgust and to swear. The stink was really so gross that for a moment I was even disgusted myself. She snatched up all her duds and disappeared like the wind (how fitting). Before anything else, I made straight for the pot and didn't leave it for the next 20 minutes. Afterward, I tried to reach her, but I never heard back from her anymore. Of course, she had to tell her girlfriends all about it, and, because we were part of the same circle of friends, I would be addressed for months as "Fart-face Frank." If only I'd ordered a normal dish that evening, me and my need to show off!

Posted on 18.09.2009, 05:29:13 CET
Place: Düren, Germany
28.
00000167
1 comments
3.1/5 (120 Votes)
I'm fat and i want to be thin, because other people laugh at me and the others don't say anything but deep down in my heart i know they think i'm fat. I don't want to be like this. I didn't choose and i didn't wanted everything end like this so give me a chance, i'm begging you people. Let fat people live happy don't say anything and don't laugh at them, please share this message to everyone in the world.

Posted on 29.10.2012, 15:49:35 CET
Place: LITHUANIA
29.
Battle Cry (00000163)
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3.1/5 (83 Votes)
I (f) made complete fools of my family and relatives this weekend. We were in a Chinese restaurant, the whole clan, and the majority of the almost 20 people, myself included, had no desire to be at this mandatory event. A birthday dinner means coming together with people you only see at Christmas and have nothing to do with the rest of the year and who you also can't really stand. My cousin came up with the "penis game" last year. The rules are very simple: Someone softly says "penis" preferably in an inappropriate setting like this stuffy family dinner in a fine restaurant. Then it’s the next person’s turn, and they have to speak a little louder. If you don't dare to do it, you're out, and the winner is the one with the loudest "penis" battle cry. I'm quiet and shy and have always thrown in the towel fairly quickly. Over the last few years, the game has always been very tame and decorous and neither staff nor other guests have noticed. Since I am currently enjoying my well-deserved vacation and was in a very good mood on the weekend despite the family meal, I didn’t just say "penis" but rather screamed "PEEEENIS!" In other words, the whole restaurant heard it. My mother dropped the duck off of her fork and my grandmother almost choked on her mineral water. I'm sorry for embarrassing them, but I definitely won the game for that.

Posted on 19.10.2012, 19:12:54 CET


30.
My Best friends Cousin (00000186)
1 comments
3.0/5 (134 Votes)
I had sex with my best [...]
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Posted on 11.11.2012, 22:34:52 CET
Place: Texas. In his bedroom
31.
Penis Breakdown (00000001)
4 comments
3.0/5 (232 Votes)
Never again from behind. Here I want to first of all thank Peter, my buddy of many years, who has saved me from all sorts of bad situations. Shall I tell the tale? Well, sometime ago I had a girlfriend here in Bottrop (Germany), the good Vivianne. Well, yeah...the way things are, from time to time we wanted to do a little fucky-fucky. One thing I can say about myself that I'm one of the wilder ones. I'm not much into cuddly sex, where you blow sweet words into one another's ears. Nah, I'm more the type that pushes the girl's leg up behind her head, then puts on his sunglasses and puts the pedal to the metal until her eyes cross and she starts speaking Russian. As I was saying, we went at it pretty wild. Then came the change of position - now I was behind. I got wilder and wilder, it was very slippery. Some of the sounds coming from the good lady were pretty funny. Well, yes, I pressed on, always faster, always wilder. Then the accident happened: under the spell of my sexual exertions, I slipped out of her vagina and banged with the same amount of force and under the same expectation for moist happiness straight into the poor woman's rectum. I heard the lady's short, loud grunting, when I realized that my whole foreskin had been ripped away. I held old Johnson really tight, blood was spurting all over. I ran to the bathroom, wiped the blood off, but it kept coming. The whole foreskin was suspended from a single small string of flesh. I got dizzy - what to do? Peter! I rang the good Peter out of bed. PETER? PLEASE COME OVER FAST, MY COCK HAS EXPLODED!

Fifteen minutes later Mr. Good was at the door to drive me to Marien Hospital. The emergency room already was full of people with various other ailments. My noodle hurt so bad that I had to walk with my legs spread apart. Everyone looked at me baffled. Peter held me up. I rang the bell at the reception desk until the nurse appeared. GOOD EVENING, WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU? AHH...I'VE GOT AN OUCH THERE. WHERE? WELL, DOWN THERE. WHERE, ON YOUR LEG? Man, I can't explain what happened, the other patients are already looking funny. I BROKE MY TOOL!!!!! The nurse called straightaway to the Urology Department. Over into the elevator...right into the examination room. Three doctors took a look Mr. Jack Hammer. Oh, how did that happen? Then I had to tell the whole story. Peter was waiting outside. They thought for sure we were a couple of fairies who had just fucked. Man, was I ashamed. First, they cleaned my noodle. The doc said: SO, YOUNG FELLA, IT'S GOING TO BURN A LITTLE. AAAHHHHHHHH!!! Ow...it really did burn. I wanted to die. I asked for a full-body anesthesia...but the doc nixed my pleas for mercy. He said...YOU'VE ALREADY LOST TOO MUCH BLOOD, AN ARTERY IS TORN, EVERYTHING HAS TO BE DONE WITHOUT ANESTHESIA. What artery? My Jack Hammer has an artery? Oh, that's why the saying goes, you think with your dick. Others have an artery in the head, I have one in the dick. Oh, well. WHAAAAAAAAAAT? No anesthesia? What's going to have to be done? WE HAVE TO STITCH UP THE ARTERY...THEN WE'LL MOVE THE FORESKIN BACK WHERE IT BELONGS. OR DO YOU WANT US TO JUST CIRCUMCISE YOU? Help...here one just wants to make his girlfriend happy and an hour later he's almost a half-Muslim with a sliced-off foreskin. Meanwhile, the room had filled with 8 people. Some nurses suddenly stood around me, they were all amused. I lifted my fingers in the V-for-Victory sign and said: WELL, GIRLS... EVERY-THING OK WITH YOU? Not true...I didn't say anything. I was ashamed. For a long time nothing happened...I just lay there on the stretcher like an idiot, while those present talked about some kind of shit. Suddenly the door opened. The chief cock doctor had arrived. After a short head bob from the good man the whole crew came over to me and suddenly held me down. Each of them had a hold of some piece of me. One of them actually propped himself up with the of his hand on my head. HEY, WHAT'S HAPPENING? A green cloth was wrapped around my abdomen, it had a hole in the middle that my noodle peeked out from. No trace of manly power...plain and simply, a shriveled wreck looked out from the green cloth. But why are they all holding me down? Then I suddenly saw the NEEDLE. Oh, God...please, no, needles freak me out. The doc took the little, bleeding sausage in hand and positioned the needle for the stitch. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!! The first stitch went fully into the lower part of the glans. He sowed my artery together. In total he needed 6 stitches. I had really severe pain. I damned all of womanhood. Never again will I fuck, I yelled, over and over again. So, artery sealed tight again. Now it was the foreskin's turn. Constantly, as I write this, I hold my pipi tight, as the recollection of this drama is still very intense. I will not forget each and every one of those stitches. How the thread would get pulled through the lower part of the glans. Again and again. Again and again. Anybody who gets horny over this should probably check in with a doctor or a self-help group, just mentioning that in passing. Well, at some point the doctor then said, FINISHED. I got a neat wound around my wang and then the doc gave me a few packets of chamomile wash, that I was to use three times daily. Then I left the treatment room, found Peter still waiting by the door. I greeted him with a cool AWW, THEY JUST TOOK A LOOK - WASN'T BAD, DUDE.

Thanks to the Urology department of the Marien Hospital Bottrop. you were a blast for my blaster. The day's crowning moment came as follows: I was at home, letting water run into a bowl into which I was supposed put the chamomile potion. Numbskull that I am, I naturally forgot to test the temperature with my finger. Bang, noodle freed of the bandage and bang, laid it into the boiling soup. AAAAAHHH!!! The poor noodle got crazy red and looked like it was ready to fall off. My face was nothing but pure pain. As I then somehow was lying in bed, it pulsated something mighty down there...I was really glad then that at some point I did fall asleep. Oh, yeah, good Vivianne experienced considerable pain in the rectum and swore at me, calling me an inconsiderate screwer who couldn't control himself. Well, I did excuse myself. That was 3 years ago. Now I just have cuddly sex and breathe sweet words into girls' ears. And I hope it's clear to everyone why ass out of the question is for me.

Posted on 01.12.2004, 05:34:18 CET
Place: Bottrop, Germany
32.
Unjust World (00000227)
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3.0/5 (143 Votes)
Since my father won the lottery a few years ago (and he always had plenty of money as a lawyer), my sister (29) and I (25) receive €2,500 a month from him. He told us that we never have to work again if we don't want to. We'll receive the money either way. Even if he dies, everything goes to us. He invested the money so that the original winnings will never be touched and we can easily live from the interest. I'm the happiest person in the world and I will never have to work again, but that makes me feel guilty. I've enjoyed my life for years and still do today and my character hasn't changed much. Money begets money. If other poorer people win the lottery, they usually have less money than before afterwards. They don't know how to make their money grow. Despite this, I find it unfair that the poor become poorer while the rich get richer. Since I know this now, I donate €1,000 every month to the city board and to a soup kitchen. This is how I calm my conscience and I can still live well. If he should die, I would give half of my inherited winnings and start a foundation to work on projects in West Germany. There's plenty to do here.

Posted on 07.01.2013, 19:06:39 CET
33.
Toy Train (00000092)
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3.0/5 (106 Votes)
This morning I rediscovered my old toy train set in the attic and must now confess that I spent the last 4 hours on building a terrific, complicated track set up rather than study for the upcoming final exams.

Posted on 08.05.2011, 22:54:33 CET
34.
Fun in the Hot Tub (00000133)
1 comments
3.0/5 (109 Votes)
My best friend and I started [...]
This sin is under the protection of minors and can be read only by registered members.

Posted on 15.11.2011, 01:03:12 CET
Place: Indiana


35.
Married Life (00000326)
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3.0/5 (114 Votes)
I am young by most standards, yet old enough to have lived. I was a soldier and then a private contractor, actively engaged in top secret counter terrorism missions most of my young adult life, until I met the love of my life to whom I am now married. I came home for a vacation, and there she was in a local store in my hometown. I had lived in hell all of my life, and then having seen most of the terrible things the world has to offer, she stood. On our second day as newlyweds, I was pulled over by a police officer in my home town who informed me. He felt entitled to be with my wife, as he had previously been pursuing her on a romantic level. It wasn't a week into being a newlywed, that we had packed our things and sold our home, heading for a new horizon, when we were stopped at gunpoint, searched and arrested at the airport. I was formally charged with sexual assault and allegedly had slept with two underage women a matter of a week prior. After being released from prison under the condition I stay in my home until after a trial, my faith in our system that I have fought and lost brothers in, began to crumble. My wife and I had lost our home, savings, friends, dignity and our careers to the allegation. However, our lawyer found the lack of evidence regarding the claims to be outstanding and approached a court to dismiss the charges. Of course, the only officer who appeared to challenge dropping the charges was the very same officer who had previously confronted me about his wanting to be with my wife. The charges were dropped and 22 hours later, I was arrested again at gunpoint by the same officer and his detachment and charged with the same offense, involving a new individual. Since the charges have been laid, I remained in a maximum security prison for 6 months. I was allowed out of prison on a jail so high. Both my wife and my parents had to borrow to post it, and the conditions do not allow me to leave the inside of my home. Not for work, for groceries or even a haircut. I have not stepped on fresh grass, seen anything past my front lawn or communicated with another person other than my wife in 3 years. Now, awaiting trial. A trial for something, that never happened. And so now my confession. With extensive and unique training in combat, intelligence, and warfare techniques and tactics I have further trained while locked inside my cage, every day for three years. I have taken the training I previously had, and fine tuned myself to live, breath and sleep preparing for war, right here at home. The confession I offer is not a premeditation of any action, but for forgiveness and some light of compassion to shine through inside me where only a terrible fire now burns. Do I punish those who destroyed the world of so many people I love for no just cause? Do I punish those who are sworn to protect us yet failed? Do I punish myself? God, grant me the serenity to not engage in the acts for which I feel are mandatory at this time. I have sworn to eliminate enemies both foreign and domestic. I need a life. I have taken life as I was ordered to do by my Country, now mine has been taken away for no cause. I need to see the outside. I need to breath or feel something, anything. Do I take the life of the girls who are helping the crooked police with their story? Who must pay? I have paid a price someone else sin. I did not do these things, and vengeance is due.

Posted on 21.03.2013, 06:59:00 CET
36.
Ski Vacation Affair (00000078)
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3.0/5 (127 Votes)
My girlfriend was on a ski vacation. Back from it, I soon found out, that gotten it on with a guy. Thanks to Facebook, I had the guy's name relatively quickly. Confronted with it, everything was confessed, also that the rat was married. My confession: I send him a bouquet of flowers at home through Fleurop, hoping that his wife would get it. On the card was everything that the swine had been up to. Oh, yes, she did actually receive the bouquet!

Posted on 22.02.2010, 23:45:08 CET
37.
No tip from the Sheik (00000010)
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3.0/5 (259 Votes)
I work as a janitor in a 5 star hotel. An Arab sheik with his delegation (about 30 people) announced his stay last year, so the whole hotel was decorated and changed around to make sure he would feel at home. They even brought in a guy with a compass to figure out the direction of Mecca to mark it with an arrow in every room because Arabs pray only towards Mecca. When they arrived, they had a busload full of luggage, so I was asked to help out to transport it inside. I didn't mind, I was hoping to get a good tip. Tough luck. The old guy gave me nothing! Of course, I couldn't let that go after having to haul his entire luggage for an hour. Owing the master key, I waited until the sheik had left the house and than went to his apartment and turned around his Mecca arrow. I have the funny idea he would have my head if he would figure out he prayed with his ass to Mecca.

Posted on 05.05.2007, 13:19:57 CET
38.
Vampire Diaries (00000530)
2 comments
3.0/5 (329 Votes)
Okay, so I cut myself a lot and I actually find some pleasure in it. I've been single for like forever, so I started to experiment. One day when I cut, I felt so fucking turned on. I'm starting to think that what I am doing is sick, but I'm not sure. I'm cutting almost every day and I'm smiling about it. A year ago when I was about to go down on my girlfriend, I dug my nails into her skin so deep it bled. I licked up the blood and she looked at me like I was crazy. She left that night and never talked to me again. I feel so fucking trapped.

Posted on 04.08.2013, 09:04:50 CET
Place: East Lindsey
39.
Jehovahs witnesses (00000006)
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3.0/5 (212 Votes)
I get Jehovah's witnesses to visit my neighbor. You can make an online appointment, and they appear right on time.

Posted on 09.01.2007, 20:58:23 CET


40.
00000174
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3.0/5 (89 Votes)
I stayed the night at my [...]
This sin is under the protection of minors and can be read only by registered members.

Posted on 30.10.2012, 20:27:31 CET

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