2010
02.16
(
+14 rating,
36 votes)
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My Worst Secret Is…
She called me on the phone, obviously wasted. She was kind of wild and had a temper, and she was pissed that I had dumped her after two years. She was driving to my apartment to see me despite the fact it was Tuesday at 2am. She loved me. Wanted to clear things up. Wanted to get fucked. I told her no, but I wanted to fuck her again so I didn’t put up too much of a fight. She never arrived due to the crash. The Audi exploded on impact and she was in a coma for about 2 weeks. The first degree burns covered over 90% of her body and she had to learn to walk again. The wig she has to wear covers skin that looks like the orangy red processed cheese spread that comes inside of a little plastic yogurt type container.
Her face was spared…the doctors said she must have been fighting to push her face out of the flames to breathe as she was engulfed. The rest of her body just – I don’t know how to put this gently – melted. She went from being one of the hottest girls at school to being one of the most fucked up looking people you’ve ever seen. I visited her in the hospital about three months later and she told me she still loved me. I cried.
I fucked her younger sister, in the ass, about two weeks later. I met her for a drink to commiserate about her sister. The mom found out (I don’t think she knows about the anal part, but who knows) and kicked the younger sister out of the house. She was 17 and I heard recently she got hooked on heroin. Everybody knows about the burn victim, but nobody knows about the sister. The family blames me for the car crash, and the fact I fucked the sister was apparently a huge problem for the family. I am happily married with a pretty wife. My ex is basically a freakshow and her younger sister is basically on the streets – because of me.
2010
02.16
(
-63 rating,
97 votes)
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My Worst Secret Is…
I’ve been with the same shmuck loser for over ten years. We got married a few years back, and at this point I’m not even sure why.. After a few years together I started dropping hints and making comments about marriage, but because he has horrid credit and a dead-end job in the auto sales industry he couldn’t get the money together to get me a proper ring. So I got one for myself and told everyone that he got it. I am the bread winner in our household. I’m a strong willed confident woman who runs her own business. Aside from the ring, I pretty much pay for everything. He pretty much cooks and cleans everything. I make all of the decisions, occasionally allowing him to form an opinion, but really I ALWAYS get what I want. This is probably where things went south.. at some point I stopped respecting him and started treating him like shit. I mean I’m nicer to my dogs than him most of the time. I make him do all of the cooking and cleaning, and it doesn’t seem to bother him one bit. We put on a little facade for most of our family and friends so they don’t see exactly how much of a pussy he is, but even then people can tell who’s running the show.
I stopped seeing him as a man and started thinking of him as like a big doofy child that I could treat as my servant. I forgot to mention that I’m considered pretty attractive by most men and he’s out of shape and looks possibly midly retarded. He is very sweet though. For me its a double edged sword… I like having my own personal bitch, but I don’t see him as a man anymore. I can’t quite bring myself to break up with his worthless ass, because I worry that he might hang himself after being forced to move back in with his mother, so I’m stuck getting off with other guys who act like real men, while he stays home playing video games and folding laundry. I try to encourage him and tell him to get a better job, but he’s not that bright and he seems to be content just coasting along. I don’t know how long I’ll let this go on. I’m only getting older and I’m kind of insecure, so I may just stay with him.. I don’t think I could ever come out and have this conversation with anyone because I don’t have a lot of friends, and the few I do I have I wouldn’t want to know how messed up the situation really is. So, I share all of this with you, internet strangers, my personal confessional…
2010
02.16
(
+3 rating,
11 votes)
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My Worst Secret Is…
I have been curious about sucking cock for as long as I can remember. I have never been attracted to men, but always wondered what it would be like to be with one. I have also been married for 15 years and never told her about this curiosity, she wouldn’t get it. A few months back, I finally went through with it and found someone in the same situation on Craigs List. He sucked me a bit, I sucked him, then he fucked me (with a condom). It was awkward to be intimate with a man, but enjoyed the experience. I haven’t done it again and not sure I will but am happy I went through with it. Feel guilty about the cheating, but wanted to know what it would be like and wasn’t an option to discuss it with her.
2010
02.12
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+2 rating,
12 votes)
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My Worst Secret Is…
Let me preface this with an explanation of what was going on in our marriage at the time. We were fighting, badly, to the point of breaking things in our house. To the point where our child was scared. It was bad. My spouse and I had told each other many times to just leave, go, get out. I found myself speaking to a friend about my marital issues, who coincidentally was having their own marital issues. This friend consoled me, made me feel better about things, gave me confidence. However, it brought me closer to this person. Close enough to move into a physical attraction. It happened two times, we had sex. I’m sure now that it was not love, but carnal sex. Two frustrated individuals releasing emotions in a physical way.
However we both felt it was wrong to continue the affairs and have since not had the urges to do so again. After that my spouse and I sought counseling. We spent several weeks venting our frustrations, getting our points across, learning how to deal with our emotions in a positive way. However I have never told my spouse about the friend. I choose not to tell because I feel that my spouse does not deserve to be hurt. We are happy, happier than ever before. I do feel guilt from time to time, and as my punishment I feel I should have to carry that guilt for eternity wherever that may take me.
My intent with this post is to remind myself of that guilt. To keep it fresh in my mind that I am human, I’ve made mistakes and I will always strive to be better than I was before.
Happy Commenting…
2010
02.12
(
+5 rating,
51 votes)
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My Worst Secret Is…
I just came across this site and had to write my story because this is only known to me and the people involved. I feel like I have held on to it too long and this is a good way of getting it off my chest. I have been very happily married for 4 years. Everything is perfect, except for the secret I have held since my bachelorette party. We went to Vegas with 3 of my other girlfriends. It was going to be a girls trip with nothing too crazy going on. One night we were going to go and watch Thunder from Down Under and after it was done my girlfriends were feeling a little risque. We decided to go to the OG and watch some more men strip. Over there is where things got crazy.
My girlfriends kept using to their advantage that I was going to be getting married and more and more of the guys kept coming over. One of them gave me his number and said that they would love to get together not at work and bring some friends. I didn’t think anything about it until my friends were out and I was up in my room alone. I made the call and he convinced me to go to his place with 2 of his friends.
We started drinking and they started dancing. Keep in mind I have already seen all of them pretty much naked. They were a lot more touchy than at the OG. I found my self way turned on and soon with my clothes off. I didn’t even think that there was 3 of them, I just was looking out for myself. It was one of the most amazing nights I have had. I know if my husband would find out he would look at me different. Now I just want to tell him or I want to get more guys in with us. I don’t know what will be easier.
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