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An Accidental Injury
I've been debating on which story I should share for this subject: should I share the time I accidentally texted my cousin a nude picture of myself? No, too short. What about the time my boyfriend and I were caught making love in a field by police officers? No, that one just doesn't have as much substance. How I fumbled my first kiss? Meh, not worth the explanation. The time that I said that thing to that guy? No, also too short--and it isn't even that embarrassing, in retrospect...
By Natasha Penn5 years ago in Confessions
It was the merlot
The day I met you you told me that you loved me. It wasn't in the words that you said it was the way that no matter what I had on that night, or didn't, that didn't matter to you. All you cared about was my eyes. I reclined the chair back and crossed my legs like a lady but the next puff I took out that cigarette could have been big enough for a grown man, but you didn't care about that. You just stayed seated in your upright position and kept staring at me. At first I didn't think much of it, I'm used to men staring at me but that weird vibe I usually get alongside the displaced stares I didn't get from you. But instead of thinking too much more into it I just layed farther back in my seat, of your car, right next to you. "Can you roll down your window please" he looked displaced like he's never seen a girl he didn't know be so comfortable in his car, which comes to find out later was actually a good thing. "You want some of this" I held up a bottle of Merlot with one hand and grabbing it by its neck like a dead animal I'd just killed. He looked displeased, "I'll pass" and just kept staring out the front window. I put the bottle down but now holding it in between my legs as I turned my body more to face him, only uncrossing my legs enough so the bottle would fit, and asked "what's your problem"
By K. Waterss5 years ago in Confessions
My Milkshake Brings ... Embarrassment
The Summer of 2013, I started my first job ... I'm just going to say it was a fast food restaurant, not which one. The first few weeks I was working, the milkshake machine was down (and/or we didn't have any milkshake mix in the inventory), so I didn't get a lot of initial practice with how to make milkshakes. How they work though is you pull the handle down on the machine, then you have to watch it and lift the lever again ... or else you'll get milkshake everywhere. (Remember this fact for later, it's important!)
By Kaitlyn Dawn5 years ago in Confessions
The Last Room
The Last Room It is a sunny spring Friday morning when Nancy, a young woman in her 20’s decided to leave the big city and move back to her hometown, Kingstown. Nancy has history in Kingstown and wanted to reconnect with her friends and family. As Nancy thought about the return to Kingstown, she considered an older house at the corner of Wesley Ave. A one-story home with a charming front porch. Knowing that it would be a lot of work to make it home, Nancy decided to buy it and fix it up herself.
By Nicole L. Marshall 5 years ago in Confessions
There's a first time for everything
I know this might sound cliché, but one of my most embarrassing moments happened on a night out drinking with my high-school girlfriends. I am sure there are many more cringe-worthy moments in my life that are not coming to mind at this moment, but this one stands out particularly in my mind, neon signs pointing at it in all possible gamut of colors to keep reminding me how utterly embarrassing it was.
By Natalia Perez Wahlberg5 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Sex Tape. Top Story - April 2021.
The suggestive suggestion One, two, three pairs of feet tangle within one another excitedly in bed. Not the usual image of a healthy relationship but who is to tell you what healthy is in a relationship? After all, some people spend an immeasurable amount of time married, bored and often feeling alone. I vowed to never feel that way in my relationship but I've been there too. Feeling completely ignored, ugly and wondering why he doesn't want to touch me tonight. Well, the truth is, I'm sure at some point he has felt the same. But, right or wrong, women are very good at forgetting that men feel just like we do and attention-craving works both ways.
By Kayleigh Taylor5 years ago in Confessions
Love?
This is hell of cliché but here goes nothing. Dear life, Here we go again with this thing called life why is this hard and why are people so difficult why is life so dreadful but yet so flamboyance. Do not know about you but I just want to be happy in life so is it I do I make it difficult? am I difficult to love and be happy with? Let us have a talk about the most non-existing thing called love.
By Inez 💕5 years ago in Confessions
My Albatross
I “So, are you a foodie?” He asked, smirking as he took a sip of his whiskey. His appearance is quaint. He’s dressed up for today, wearing a red button down and dress pants. I’ve been on a date almost every day this week, and most guys have dressed pretty casually. He’s uptight; I can tell. I feel bad almost; my outfit is shit really. I should have worn a dress, but you know, hindsight is 20-20. I’m not sure what he meant by that. Am I a foodie? Does he mean do I like cooking, or does it mean if I like food? Who doesn’t like food? Someone who doesn’t like food might as well not like air. It’s just plain weird. His condescending smirk suggests that the question had a double meaning. I think he knows that it is a common question, but he’s probably said it to suggest I might not look how he thought I would. I replied, “Well, kind of… but not really. I’m good at cooking so I guess…it’s hard to dislike food if it tastes really good.” I gave an inviting smile, hiding that I found that question insulting. Why would he ask that... do I seem fat to you? I know we met on the internet but come on! Have some decency. You’re not so great yourself! At least please try to hide your inner thoughts for goodness sake.
By A. Laird5 years ago in Confessions
Free Kegs
Somehow one of us had met a young lady from Buena Park and she invited us to a party at her girl friends house. Vince/Vinnie was driving his Subaru Van, it was the width of a golf cart and had a motorcycle engine driving it. Vince was driving with Bubba riding shotgun and their shoulders were touching. We had to take a few freeways so Vinnie had that engine winding at almost sixty miles an hour, considering the crowd inside and the size of the van that was nothing short of amazing.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
As a new yoga teacher, experience is everything.
Everyone farts. It is a part of being alive. There is a book titled “Everyone Farts" I have read it to my children. I tell my children, there is more room on the outside, and I use this phrase for many things, things like expressing how you feel, farting, brainstorming, burping, etc. I know I am an eclectic mom, an eclectic person. I thrive on being just a little bit outside the lines.
By Claire Hunter5 years ago in Confessions
