Confessions

I scare tha he hate me.

I sometimes miss the guy who almost broke my family apart.

I just had to tell someone about the most amazing sexual encounter I've had in years. She was young (22) and firm and toned. Her skin was smooth and tight. She had long lustrous black hair and sly, sexy smile. She came across as sweet and innocent, but when her clothes came off, she turned into a wicked slut. And I loved every minute of it.

I was rather eager to have sex with her as she was the first woman from her country with whom I would have slept. It was a glorious conquest.

I'm very dominant in bed and I enjoyed using her youthful energy and enthusiasm to my full advantage. Her vagina was sweet, and all night. She completely surrendered herself to me over and over, all night, in six different positions.

She told me repeatedly that she was mine; that her body, pussy and heart were mine. This is a young woman who has developed very real feelings for me. And while I thoroughly enjoy her company, our shared activities and certainly the way she looks on my arm, she's fully 15 years younger than me. I'm old enough to be her father. That's great for my ego (that an old guy like me is still in great enough shape and attractive enough to pull a hot, young 22 year old), but she talks about all the things that young women talk about. (i.e. nothing of any real substance.)

So she's purely a sexual plaything for me, but I enjoy how a little attention goes a long way with her. (Young men must just be lazy and inattentive.) I'll spend a little money buying drinks and dinner, and introducing her to new experiences; classing her up a bit. But I have no real illusions of turning our relationship into anything other than hot sex, drinking, dancing, some culture and more sex.

But we spent an amazing night together and it was truly memorable, and the start of more. I just had to tell someone that it was awesome. I was able to make her climax more than a dozen times and I enjoyed every time she rushed to catch my cum with her mouth, never wasting a single drop. No sooner than I had gone flaccid, she was furiously sucking me back to life.

After several sexual rounds, we drifted off to sleep, still embraced. Then we'd start up again. It was like this all night. We didn't get much sleep, but the sex was deep, intense and extremely erotic.

I just needed to scream that I screwed the brains out of a hot, young chick who became my slut all night, and wants to keep doing it. None of my friends would approve, but dammit it was amazing.

Theres this first year girl who has latched onto me. She keeps telling me all her problems and how life is so hard for her. I wish she'd leave me alone. I can't stand spending time with her, she makes me uncomnfortable when she tries to snuggle up to me, it never crosses her mind that others have problems too. Aand when she goes on about considering cutting herself, theres a part of me that wants to show her my arms and scream at her 'you think you're the only one?!? GROW UP! It doesnt help, your problems now are meaningless! You are a CHILD! What the hell do you know about problems? Do your damn essay and shut the fuck up!'

Im pretty, but sometimes, I just want to be UGLY

I feel invisible, and since last year, in some weird way it has helped me cope with my social anxiety. No one can see me and I feel I don't care as much about what people think of me. But it makes me sad too, to think about if I really wasn't there no one would notice. Besides my family I mean and we have never been that close to begin with. I know I must not give up hope, and I remind myself of that. But it's hard, because if I end up alone, I will not want to go on living.

i miss you so effin much. you were my first love. and we were so happy together :'( we broke our promises...

I don't want my therapist to know I can't feel empathy, because I'm afraid it will affect me getting the diagnosis I want.

Im 15 And Just Had To Get It Off My Chest. Im Bi And Havent Come Out With It To ANYONE Because Ive Seen The People That Come Out With There Sexuality And How People Make Fun Of Them. Ive Tryed To Commit Sucide Many Times. And I Think Thats It...

You're grumpy, sarcastic, pessimistic, lazy and cynical but that's why I like you. That time at that party when you sang for hours on end was amazing. I love your singing voice. And I know I kept looking at you and I'd like to think you were looking at me but I don't know. Just so you know, I think you're gorgeous. I love your hair and your eyes, your chest, stomach, legs. I love how tall you are and I love your build. I also love the way you dress. The last thing I love? The bus. I make excuses not to sit in the corner so I can be by you and almost all the time I'm thinking of something to say. But when you say something first, I can't help but smile and I'm pretty sure you've noticed just how often I laugh at you. Yes, you're funny but you also make me nervous. I just wish I could tell you all this...