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Fun in the Gondola (00000062)
3.0/5 (151 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
Unjust World (00000227)
3.0/5 (147 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
Stoned (00000012)
3.0/5 (239 Votes)
I have been so stoned once that I ran after a duck, completely convinced it was a pack of cigarettes.

Posted on 23.05.2007, 02:41:59 CET
The Disguise (00000184)
3.0/5 (95 Votes)
Between high school and college, I worked at a hotel in the reception. It was a great job that was fun for the most part. Most guests were very friendly and grateful. A small group of guests, however, were hated by all the staff: a delegation from a large company who regularly rented the hotel for meetings, etc., and then slept in the guest rooms overnight. They never said please or thank you. The staff was treated like a vending machine. There was always something wrong and in some cases we were actually yelled at. The gentlemen in their suits (there were no women in the higher levels of the company) simply felt like they were better than everyone else in the world. The worst thing was that after a glass or two of whisky or brandy, they would often assault the female staff. When we complained to the hotel manager, we were ignored without a word. In the last week I was supposed to work, these lovely guests were booked again. At first, everything went like usual. However, since I was responsible for check-in this time, I gave them rooms on the top floors from 9 - 11 on the grounds that the other floors were being renovated. As the first guest, drunk of course, wanted to go to his room. I shut down the elevator using a small technical trick. Every employee can do this with a key. This still wasn't enough for me, so at 5 am I decided that it was time to wake them up. We built in loudspeakers into the entire hotel so we can notify guests in case of an emergency. The microphone is connected to an amplifier by a phone cable which can also be hooked up to an iPod. AC/DC seemed quite fitting. Then I put my uniform and ID badge on my boss’s desk and left. Afterwards I learned that the delegation now regularly visits another hotel and behaves the same there. My co-workers, were particularly the women, are very grateful for what I did. The hotel continues to run great; no one was fired.

Posted on 09.11.2012, 00:02:10 CET
Place: Chicago

My Best friends Cousin (00000186)
3.0/5 (137 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
The guy in the tram (00000021)
3.0/5 (220 Votes)
I (w/23) was traveling on the tram in shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt as it was very hot. A young man, about 25, was sitting opposite to me and kept staring at my legs and between my legs. It felt as if he was trying to see through my shorts. We were the last in the tram when we approached the final stop. Shortly before arrival at the station I got up, stood in front of him and pulled down my shorts and slip to my knees. I asked him if he was happy now. I have no issues being naked, but his looks were really annoying. He probably needed a week to get his jaw back in place.

Posted on 26.04.2009, 14:22:56 CET
Jehovahs witnesses (00000006)
3.0/5 (216 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
Extra hours (00000025)
3.0/5 (128 Votes)
I am reading confessions since the end of my working day. That is 2 hours ago. My Boss just left and asked me why I was still here. I said quickly that I was voluntarily helping out on a company project for Marketing. I am actually doing that, but not outside office hours. In any case, he praised me highly for my dedication and told me to stay home the day after. I have a bit of a sore conscience but a day off is really nice.

Posted on 08.10.2008, 17:21:14 CET
The last vigil (00000322)
3.0/5 (83 Votes)
So, me and my girlfriend were engaged in coitus,and she got up and said "I want to do something crazy" so I had some coke in her night stand, and I made a line on my dick and she sucked it off, right after I came in her eye and she got a terrible case of pink eye and missed work for 3 days, and that's when it got worse, my girlfriend said she wasn't in the mood for sex so I would give her booze before she went to sleep but a sleeping mask over her eyes and fuck her mouth while she slept. And during this week I cheated on her because she cheated on me and we broke up.

Posted on 20.03.2013, 07:13:06 CET

Getting Hot and Steamy in the Taxi (00000144)
3.0/5 (118 Votes)
My fiancé and I were being [...]
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Posted on 29.05.2012, 19:08:35 CET
Brutally insane (00000350)
3.0/5 (75 Votes)
I can't help but remember how people have bullied me in the past, and I think about wanting to repeatedly stab them or poison them, or kill them in any brutal way. I want them all suffer. How dare they make fun of my sexuality! How dare they! I hope they burn in hell.

Posted on 02.04.2013, 05:43:08 CET
Fun with a Roman (00000307)
3.0/5 (133 Votes)
Since I was 13, I (w, [...]
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Posted on 10.03.2013, 01:55:46 CET
Ski Vacation Affair (00000078)
3.0/5 (130 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
Alcoholic (00000056)
3.0/5 (122 Votes)
When I was still about four years old, my mother told me that the father of the neighbor family was an alcoholic. Until I was twelve, I thought "alcoholic" was a profession.

Posted on 11.08.2009, 17:39:58 CET

Vampire Diaries (00000530)
3.0/5 (343 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
Strike a pose (00000331)
3.0/5 (137 Votes)
I am a sissy cross-dresser. I try to walk like a woman. I even penetrate myself using a handle. I like to watch women in the street, not for lust but for learning to be like them. I envy them so much for their wide hips, big chests, and smoothly curved bodies. I even took 3 of my mom's underwear, which I wear regularly and hand wash them. I take a lot of pictures of me and post them online.

Posted on 24.03.2013, 22:57:04 CET
Espresso Machine (00000038)
3.0/5 (187 Votes)
I (w/23) share a house with 2 guys. One of them owns an espresso machine, and he makes himself this delicious coffee. I find this poser machine to expensive and use the normal, cheap coffee maker. A while ago I noticed that one of them always uses my coffee when he has visitors. Looked like he was too greedy to use his own expensive coffee. I don't mind if it happens once, but it happens all the time. Fed up with it, I grounded a laxative and mixed it into my coffee powder. The next study group ended quite abruptly. I am still smiling today when I think about. I might have over reacted, but I hate greediness.

Posted on 15.06.2009, 14:38:19 CET
Cat Box (00000072)
3.0/5 (106 Votes)
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.

Posted on 10.11.2009, 02:07:19 CET
Gay Chat (00000035)
3.0/5 (104 Votes)
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.
Tags: Lie Dating

Posted on 03.06.2009, 17:56:05 CET

Parenthood (00000290)
3.0/5 (130 Votes)
I hate my parents, although I love them for being my parents and all, they did not molest me in any kind and offered me the best they had so I guess this rant is rather ungrateful. That's the thing, they are just simple minded who flew with the wind innocently, way too innocent and just are being stupid. They just suck plain and simple. My mom doesn't understand anything to life and is afraid of everything that occurs, she's definitely the weakest person I know. My father is somewhat better, he is a good man but he is so stubborn that it keeps him in his loneliness and complete refusal of evolution of life. What I am angry about is that they just kept on making mistakes all throughout my education and I had to make me entirely myself. When I was fat and bullied, they told me I'd lose fat when I'd grow up and did nothing else. When I tried to lose weight by not eating for 10 days straight my nurse of a mom didn't do anything against it. When my mom found out that I smoked, she proposed to buy me cigarettes so I'd not waste money on it (nobody smokes in the entire family). When I smoked pot in front of them they did nothing about it either. DAMN IT WHAT KIND OF PARENT ARE YOU? Now I don't smoke pot anymore and I have a rather decent life but I continuously had to fight the traits I have inherited from them in order to be the person I want to be. I have not made a single step in life without failing considerably and now I am afraid to progress because I know that I will bite the dust. They make themselves look like fools to everyone, particularly me. They do not have any notion of appearance (I'm picky or materialistic at all but they not really dressing like hobos) to the point that I am embarrassed to hang out with them. My mom doesn't know how to cook, doesn't have any sense of style and cannot work her way around a house at all (ironing, sewing, cleaning). She does it somehow but a 5th grader would do better. My father never taught me anything significant and we never had any father-son bond of any kind (doing sports, fishing, road trips, sex talk and so on). They never supported any decision I made, always been like "sure, if that's what you want". That led me to make terribly wrong choices so many times. I could be glad that they had this attitude rather than opposing to everything but a little common sense would have gone a long way. So there I am, have been a loser all my life and fighting recurring depression because of all that, and also for hating my parents. Forced autosuggestion has helped me to achieve good things but deep inside I know that I will never be able to achieve anything great because of these genetics barriers and it tears me apart from my dreams. One of the reasons why I want to have kids is that I never want to make the same mistakes and I want to smash them across the face when they make mistakes and love them limitless righteously and truly make them superheroes of the new generation. My kids are going to rock that earth so bad you'll be sick of hearing about them in the news. So yeah, I hate my parents and I have to put up with their boring crap every time I am in contact with them even though I live across the globe from them and it makes me hurl. I only do it because I feel the duty of being a son but it makes me sick.

Posted on 01.03.2013, 14:10:41 CET

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