Do you have any "life ruining" secrets? Things that you keep so private because if anyone found out those things that you keep so private then you'd have to face the possibility of having your entire life ruined and not only face public shame and humiliation and the loss of friends and ties to family members but also being cast out from any and all social groups including work related ones. Maybe it's so bad that you have to be sent to live with an aunt that lives in another city or state and you try to start over and leave your poor parents behind to deal with the shame of having to face their peer with everyone knowing that they are the parents of someone like you. And that's usually best case scenario for the normal weirdo robot levels of degenerate autism. But think about all the legitimate pedophiles and other sickos on this site.
Do you have any of those types of secrets?
Biggest secret I had was that when I was little, some little boy and myself experimented and packed eachothers's fudge for a couple thrusts before his mom walked in on us. I've only told one person, my gf, and now I guess you fags.
She was surprised I think, but now I don't think it's that bad. She doesn't think so either, i was like 6.
It fucked me up for a while though, like was I gay or bi. I didn't enjoy it, but I didn't hate it.
I've never been attracted to a man, but if I was I would fuck him desu senpai.
I've just been with girls, I guess i'm straight with a little curve.
At this point I doubt i'll see a man i'd consciously want to fuck tho. 22 now. I love women, but i'll acknowledge men's good looks and features. If someone tricks me with a pair of legs and ass that looks good and like a womans but are a man's i would still enjoy those legs the same.
Nope. Currently NEET (unless I go back to school this fall). My family I see no more than a few times a month could feel awkward if they learned things, but I couldn't get fired or anything. All I have is some relatively common kinks.
I don't think I do. I'm bi and haven't told my parents. They accept my brother who's gay but I'm don't really care, rather be "straight" the rest of my life.
That and I sleep with prostitutes. Those are my biggest secrets.
Goddamnit, I feel you.
At one of my jobs i've been lying to them about my entire life for 4 years. I'll sometimes tell them shit if I have to, or it's not that bad and i think one of them knows what's up but yeah, everyone's just always fucking asking about shit that I don't want to talk about.
>he never showed his things to other kids
I also saw my 7 year old sister's pussy and her friend's and i showed them my dick at the friend's grandma's house.
I thought this was normal for kids, what the fuck were you doing then.
Ouch. Have you ever acted on your impulses before? Maybe a quick inconspicuous grope or stealing a whiff of freshly out-of-the-shower little girl who is heavenly scented with lotion and girly shampoo and conditioner? Maybe a tad more dark and sexual? Maybe a dash more sickening and reprehensible? Maybe something even perhaps unforgivable?
RIP your sould in peace, friend.
No, I really haven't. Mostly because I just never have contact to little girls, nons of my relatives, acquaintances of friends have little girls.
But I'm gonna be honest, I'm not sure if I could resist if I had the chance to do at least something.
I beat the shit out of a guy over internet drama.
This was like five years ago. He banned me from a shitty general forum for having disagreeable opinions. I got really, really mad and lurked on their IRC and Facebook for a couple weeks, and eventually managed to piece together enough about him to figure out his real name and info. Turns out, he was going to school in [large city], which is within a day of driving distance of [small city], where I live. I guilt-tripped my friend into letting me take his parents' other car, drove all night to the city, and slept in the car overnight.
In the morning, I drove to his place, wrapped my t-shirt over my face like a rioter, and waited near his apartment steps for him. I'd brilliantly deduced that the times he wasn't on the forums or shitposting on IRC were probably the times he left the house, so I waited out there till I saw him. When he came out, I ran up, pushed him over, and started kicking him. I kept going until he didn't move then ran off and drove back home. I got back at night and burned the hoodie. He never posted after that.
I think he was just staying still so I'd leave, though. C______ L_______, if you're reading this, Mi____ is shit, and you're a faggot. I regret nothing and I'm fucking glad I beat your ass. I'd do it again in a fucking heartbeat. Eat shit.
No, I don't think so. I guess it's like homosexuality, you can't choose what you're attracted to.
There's a certain program in my country for pedophiles and I considered it. I won't do it though, I don't want to risk any repercussions or losing my job.
Gladly, my attraction isn't exclusive. I like girls my age too.
I have two.
One would definitely ruin my career and my life if it got out.
The other would probably have severe effects and may hurt my career significantly, and I'm not sure what effects it would have on the rest of my life. Certainly everyone I know would see me differently, not in a good way at all.
I won't even post them on 4chan in case someone reposts it, puts pieces of the jigsaw together, and somehow something about my secret/s gets out.
These two secrets are going with me to my grave, safely locked up in my head. Perhaps I'll tell you when I'm retired and it doesn't matter anymore, assuming 4chan is still around and we're a bunch of super old fags.
>having your entire life ruined and not only face public shame and humiliation and the loss of friends and ties to family members but also being cast out from any and all social groups including work related ones. Maybe it's so bad that you have to be sent to live with an aunt that lives in another city or state and you try to start over and leave your poor parents behind to deal with the shame of having to face their peer with everyone knowing that they are the parents of someone like you.
i gave my birgin to a white boy, if famiry finds out it will be so dishonourubu that i must sudoku. so he is my secret penis.
lol no, thank god, I don't think either of these things would get me locked up but they would definitely damage my career and my life (the first one would simply end my career the day it came out)
Yeah I do
A few years ago I was making a pizza at home by myself when my family were all on vacation and I thought it would be cute to take one of those 'dog with a pizza mask' photographs (I used to be a stacey, with a blog where I had a few thousand followers) so I took the burning hot pizza and tried to hold it over my dogs face. Anyway I accidentally shoved burning cheese into my dogs eye and it squeeled so I ran to get a cotton bud to clean its face. Mistakenly, I dropped the pizza (which I had topped with onion, garlic (both deadly to dogs), shredded coconut as well as bacon, along with a hot dog stuffed crust).
Dog died. I told my family he died in his sleep (he was old) and that I buried him but couldn't remember where. The disdain for not being able to see his face again is nothing compared to what I would have gotten for killing him.
I like little girls.
Starting from 9yo I guess, that's when they start resembling slim petite qts.
11yo is pretty much the zenith of perfection. Low bodyfat, perfect proportions, innocence, femininity, cuteness.
Basically I like petite, cute, short girls. Probably not as rare as most people believe, but I hate my life nonetheless.
>this fucking cunt right here
There is literally nothing redeemable about you. Your pizza tastes, your basic bitch social media bullshit, the fact that you killed your fucking dog, all of it is truly and honestly revolting. I hope you never find a shred of happiness on this earth and die alone in squalor, considering you're on here I'd say you're off to a good start.
I like it. Initially, I'd planned to firebomb his apartment, but I was a dumb [??]-year-old and I had no idea how to make a firebomb beyond "LOL u put da styrofoam in da diesel". It seems to have worked out just fine, though, because I never heard anything about it after that, and by now, any evidence has evaporated. I regret fucking nothing. He was a hotpocketeer before that word existed and I'm glad his ass is either in hell or a wheelchair right now. I'd do it again in a fucking heartbeat.
Enjoy the partyvan you cucks
No. I didn't want him to remember my voice because I was worried about getting caught. I might have grunted or yelled after I started kicking him, but he was probably in no condition to remember anything I said at that point. In retrospect, it's amazing nobody stopped me, but it was early in the morning on a side street, so I guess I lucked out.
My school will revoke your degree if you ever claim to have cheated on anything even after you graduate.
I'll just say I was a lazy shit in college and took a lot of "bathroom breaks" during some tests.
my first orgasm was my dog licking my vag until it started convulsing, I didn't know what was going on so I got scared and then I realized I came, afterwards I trained my dog to do it a bit more but I got embarrassed by it so I stopped for a while. This was like 12-15 years old
okay this is gonna sound silly but I don't really care too much for it for myself, I keep it around because it's like a rare commodity
if you think about it, there aren't much truly rare things left, but this is one of them. like I said, it's silly, but I genuinely think "well who knows when this little stash will come in handy?"
only other weird thing I did (while younger lol) was masturbate in the school bathroom stalls while other girls were in there gossiping and shit. idk I had way too high a sex drive back then
I've assaulted a good number of people for sexual pleasure and I'm also a necrophile with a long history of bullshit. If anything ever got out about it I would likely lose my job, my roommates, my house, everything. I do have a couple of friends that know the very bare basics of it who don't openly judge me, but we never talk about it and they've made it apparent in the past that they're scared of me to some extent.
Carrying around something all your life that you can never share with other people is fucking exhausting.
muh porn history
i had masturbated to almost any fetish
if someone got hold of every porn I had ever watched I would be doomed
Some of it but checked
>Mindbreak and hypno stuff
>Pranormal shit(ghosts n stuff) and monsters
I haven't done any of those things in years and years, I'm a productive member of society working my absolute hardest to improve my mental health and to stay away from the things that I'm obsessed with. I can't help what my sexuality is and I can't change the past, but that won't ever be good enough for people who will only see my entire life as the sum of a few horrible actions I took when I was young. I know that there's no excusing those things, I'm just saying that it's utter shit to have to live with your mistakes. Something that gave me a few moments of pleasure has caused me a lifetime of suffering. It's shit.
I know I deserve it, too, you don't have to say it.
When I was like 13 (whatever 8th grade summer is) I would chat on those Yahoo sex rooms and take pics of myself with my parents digital camera. For some reason I really wanted to wear lingerie so I wore my mom's and took pics. I sent a few out and I've always thought about how fucked up it would be if I ever saw them anywhere. My rack was pretty stacked for my age. Also I started stripping for awhile when I was like 21 (quit at like 23 after a bf didn't approve) and everytime someone says "you look familiar" I'm worried they saw me dance or something. Guilty conscious I guess. 29 now with real job so eh.
cause those seem both harder to get and harder to take advantage of
people get busted for CP all the time so there is some demand and this means I can use it more easily both for getting something in return as well as potentially planting it somewhere and getting someone in trouble/blackmailing someone
I lied saying I was a few years younger than I really am at my work. Every time someone asks my age I cringe and feel like killing myself, though this wouldn't necessarily destroy my career
i look at a shitload of s/fur ( aimi is my favorite artist), and hentai. also kind of interested in loli, but not the kind that depicts really young girls. it hasnt gotten to the point yet though where it's the only thing i jack off to, but its still fucked up imo.
You're a ticking time bomb. Eventually you will give in, scar someone for life, and get arrested. Your family and friends will no longer speak to you. You will have to move. You will always be known as a sex offender. You will never be able to get a job above minimum wage because of background checks. You will never be able to go on a date. You will never be trusted again. If I was a pedophile, I would kill myself and do everyone a favor.
The problem is its a fantasy man. You know that you can't get real 3D girls so you resort to 2D.
You fantasy about your ideal girl turns into anime. The storyline is probably about a love story between you and her.
In the end you always get her. This reality makes it addicting to you because it fills the void.
I've got a child by an underage girl in another country. I try to help out and support her however I can and send money and whatnot, but if anyone ever found out I'd be fucked because of her age.
the first one is more about destroying my personal life, but about 2 months ago i picked up a whore off the street (not my first time with a whore or with one off the street), went back to her place and spent the next 2 days getting high on heroin and crack, britbong btw
I draw a lot of cartoon porn and r24, and the alleged ages of my characters always freaks people (normies) out.
I don't draw lolicon, and if I draw a character from a TV show or whatever that is, according to the narrative, prepubescent I tend to draw them with rather adult features. But people can't handle that for the past 26 years Lisa Simpson has been 8 and drew a picture of her butt.
luckily it did, i havent touched either since and it was my only time with heroin and crack (smoked both btw, no needles)
im lucky enough to have a family that cares enough about me for me to try not to hurt them by killing myself because theyve already lost my brother but if they find out any of this stuff then im not sure much would stop me, i think id just buy a lot of heroin, coke, lsd and mdma and go out actually feeling happy for once
Pretty much my fetish
Bestiality combine that with lax security measures on my phone.
>Be a couple years ago
>Live with some recovering drug addict,on section 8 , so i hide in room all the fucking time.
>She has heart of gold,always offers her couch to friends/aquauntences that just got out of jail
>she lets some dude crash out
>He's methed out, wants to use my computer
>Lookin at porn
>he loves blowjob vids
>i get bored
>Show him my bestiality collection
>"dude thats fucked up"
>he gets those social gains by telling everyone about my sick fetish
>Next door neighbor and roommate both bring it up.
>"i-i just like to watch, i'd n-never uh....f-fuck a dog"
>Never have sex ever.
>God i hate her friends who just get out of jail.
Geez OP funny you ask
I was abused sexually and mentally for most of my life. I told my story once to a person and that person went on to tell everyone about how crazy I am. My past has made me undergo a lot of extremely painful and humiliating situations. I have no sexual boundaries and am attracted to pretty much everything from 14 to 40 as long as they look cute, still have dreams about being sexually used when I was younger and sometimes I like them a bit too much, cannot get sexually satisfied anymore because I've used sex as a drug for the last 2 years after I stopped doing the drugs I did to escape my life (which fucked me up even more obviously and made me do things which made people disregard me even more), I'm chronic fatigue bit I can't ever get a good night rest and that's not even all.
The worst part for me is that I'm actually quite intelligent, not some kind of redneck, and knowing what I could've accomplished if I wasn't so emotionally insane is something that keeps me from killing myself - as I'm scared to die without having done anything I ever really wanted. I know however that I'll just make the suffering worse by living on.
I also pushed the two females in my life that I actually loved away because I didn't want them to get hurt by me. Being alone because you must, for the protection of others, that's the most alone feeling most of you will hopefully never understand.
mainly my drug habit and pedo stuff from years ago
Haven't done anything too bad. My parents know I smoke pot, my close friends know I fuck hookers every now and then. Only thing I haven't told anybody I know is that I used to let a gay guy pay to blow me. He likes to check up on me every couple of months even though I keep telling him I'm done with that.
He gave me $50 a pop. Even took pics of it one time. It was weird.
I got a DUI when I was 20 years old. This was before I admitted to myself I was an alcoholic. I was driving blackout drunk. Drinking vodka from a water bottle. Didn't get into an accident, was just caught swerving. 11 people called in to report me. Had to do 100 hours of community service and 30 hours of alcohol education classes. I thank God every day that I didn't kill myself or kill anybody else. I fucking mean that. Thank you God.
This reminds me of a story where my mom would drive me drunk at least 3 times a week. She'd always drag me to the bar after I did my sports. We'd stay in the bar till she got pissed at around 2 in the night (I was like 8). Then, during driving back, she'd always scream how I was such a horrible person and she'd wish I was dead. Often she'd speed up to insane speeds whilst heading for a roundabout or a curve. At some point I just begged her to stop being such a pussy and do it already because I couldn't take it. I can't believe, that with our shitty white trash car with tires 3 years old we'd always make it through the curve just fine. Luck I guess
Worst part about this was coming home, and without even saying anything she'd get mad at me again throwing things at my head and saying ' i wish you'd feel the pain ' and ' some day you'll understand '.
She surely made sure of that, since I've effectively became just as emotionally unstable as her. I do my best not to hurt other people with it, though.
You're not this insane anymore but I really wish you'd stop drinking already
I can still hear that voice shouting ' I'm going to kill us anon I swear this time I will really do it '
Yeah happy valentines day bitch. Stop contacting me already.
post it you pussy
I posted earlier iTT too but,
If I'm not scared that my past will catch up with me or that I'll lose myself again, I'm sad that I'll never bring something good to this world, angry that I'm so weak, depressed to the point of not being able to function, or above combined leading to me being autistic and fucking my life up even more.
Are you a girl? I could use some escepades with a freak like that.. I regularly beat macho's up when I go out in town to overcompensate for stuff, too.
I was attracted to a ten year old once, but I was 15 at the time.
She wanted to know everything about me the first time I met her and would say hi and follow me around the few times saw her. I even went to the store and brought her food once. I was nice since she was my former friend's sister, but think i would still do it knowing the supreme gentleman I was.
Well I think some searching of your own would show which post is mine, so I'll let you do the work on that one. I'm not going to turn a dude up with psycho stories. It's not that special, it's just compensation for all the times others picked a fight with me when I was younger but I didn't fight back.
I used to believe that people shouldn't harm each other and that I wanted to bring the absolute best to others I could. I didn't understand back then that sometimes that means a punch in a persons face.
For me, it's as simple as the fact that I choose not to be a religitard in a family full of religitards.
I'm dependent on my parents because of my shitty health and could be totally fucked if they knew.
>stripping is a job
>not respecting yourself or your loved one enough to have sexual dignity and only share that intimacy with your partner.
You will never understand love or romantic sex if you think that way anon.
>shooting threat at my school
>everyone thought it was some asshole I used to hang out with
>2nd degree felony
>none of my friends know it was me
>got away with it while the other kid is hated by everyone
desu I'd rather be a no-lifer over my life. No lifers don't have social boundaries or obligations and are thus free to make anything out of their lives they want.
Personally I never got why those type of people think they have the right to even complain. What because they're too afraid to set a step outside the door?
I got a girl pregnant and she had an abortion. That doesn't sound too bad but
a) my family are very pro-life
b) if I told anyone else said girl would no longer trust me
c) that's generally something you don't want people to know
I had a bad crush on my first cousin who was probably five or six years older then me. The last time I saw her she had such a thick body I almost lost my spaghetti.
I almost crushed on my half-sister.
I think am kinda fucked up guys...
Well, I masturbated with my sister's panties a lot. I'm pretty sure my family would flip their shit if they knew.
I think she knew but I also have a memory of her smothering me with her naked teenage breasts (she's older than me by the way) and basically rubbing her body over mine, so if she ever mentioned it I would definitely use that to defend myself.
In computer science, I often learn that it is preferable to design systems in such a way that there is no "single point of failure", a component that is so critical that upon failure the entire system fails too.
I should really start applying this to my real life, because right now the only thing holding me together is my e-gf, but when she inevitably betrays me, I'll probably commit suicide.
Where are you going with this? Yeah it's rare, but it's not useful. Nobody cares about a murdered corpse except for the police (who wont pay you shit and question where you got it) and the murderer (who might just kill you if you try to profit from it)