I was wanking in my bed when I was 15. I finished and poked my head from under the covers. And noticed a cup of tea and cake next to the bed. A little note was there as well. It said, hope you like this more than what you were doing!

I F.29 admit i have a few regrets when it comes to my early 20ties.

I F/19 confess my lack of self-control on parties

M 21, just wanna have hook ups and open my world to new things

I m22 admit my Mustang GT is compensation for my inferiority complexes

I would like a woman to come visit me don’t say a word and explore each other’s body and have fun then before we part we make a small mark on each other to remind us of that day

I fem. 20 admit that i don't have enough sex, so i am constantly horny

I f.30 admit to be a bit out there and do not need to be in Love to have sex

I f/20 admit i like to wear slutty cloths and make men horny

I feel like the world doesn't show enough examples of young women who are just as horny as most guys. I get just as horny as some men I know and I feel like I get shamed if I act on it

I want to fuck in a fitting room but I haven't had the opportunity to do it yet.

The best feeling is sleeping next to the person that fucks you crazy then cuddles and kiss you while yall sleep

Help requested in search of love; The size wouldn't matter, a smaller one would also do . not infinitely resilient but very passionate, romantic, melancholic but joking, shy, a bit sporty, interested in culture but not diligent, if that doesn't put you off I'll wait for a word or two from you.

I want to start over and I think it’s for the best

I confess to moving too fast for most.. wasting time for unimportant little facts about each other is pointless. It's casual no strings for reason.

I like smoking a cigar while eating ice cream and peanut butter..

Complete this sentence: “You, me, and ____.”

I just got released from prison after thirty years

Does anyone follow through here?? I love the posts. Some are incredible and exciting. Hopefully to make friends and a few fun times. Keep sharing. I have lots to share here!

i used to drink my dads sodas and lie about it :(

Now that I'm getting older I find my self looking for intimacy and affection in places I never thought I would. But I've been looking all over..

I lost my ob in the pool and started bleeding in the water.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed. Hank had a partner, a businessman named Gustavo Fring. Hank sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling-out. Things escalated. Fring was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Hank, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured. And I wound up paying his medical bills, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge. Working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring. The bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA. To keep me in line, he took my children. For three months, he kept them. My wife had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, and in response, he gave me this. [Walt points to the bruise on his face left by Hank in "Blood Money."] I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. All I could think to do was to make this video and hope that the world will finally see this man for what he really is.