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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
A Late Bloomer Part 3
I was in transitional housing waiting on my apartment to be finished. Before that, I was sleeping in my car after losing my job. All this was after Tara. I had moved so many times before so I was ready to call somewhere home finally. I had a cousin nearby and all because of him, I met her. I met Chelle at the end of what was the most difficult and confusing time in my life. She was on time but at the same time, she wasn't. I wasn't ready for anyone else to fall in love with me or vice versa. I had just really let the shit go with Tara. I still do not regret meeting Chelle tho til this day. Let's find out why shall we?
By Slim_Gem165 years ago in Confessions
Who Am I?
I didn’t love myself for a very long time. This went way back to middle school as a young Black girl trying to figure out who she was and how to fit into this world. I never really wasn’t too concerned with my looks in elementary school because a lot of kids weren’t thinking about what they had on, what they looked like or how their hair looked. It was all about seeing their friends and recess. LOL. At least for some I guess. Those were the good old days where we didn’t have to worry about responsibilities or peer pressure. As kids, our job was to just live and focus on being a kid!
By That Riverz Gurl 5 years ago in Confessions
My Big Scooter Crash
The music was loud in the background. But my mind wasn’t on the party. The school was throwing their annual mentor-mentee bash. There were bounce houses, face paint, dunk tank, and much more. It was the most exciting event for those in the junior high.
By Abigail Sulfridge5 years ago in Confessions
