Confessions

[Excited Penguin]

Like 4,500-5,000 I would guesstimate

That's not nearly enough. I might be willing to kill someone I didn't like but it'd take a lot more money than that.


Does anyone remember the movie where the married couple decide to sell one night with the wife for a lot of money? I swear that was a movie.

yeah, I do.

[Excited Penguin]

Does anyone remember the movie where the married couple decide to sell one night with the wife for a lot of money? I swear that was a movie.

A very sad movie indeed.

Yepp, that one.

[Excited Penguin]

Many years ago, my ex and I used to explore lava tubes down in the central Oregon area.  One time, we camped out on a sandy cave floor almost a mile from the entrance.  It was super spooky to wake up in the pitch black, having *no* idea what time it was, whether it was day or night...  you get the idea.  Neither of us slept real well.

I did that once in Santa Cruz.  There is a cave that goes by many names (Beelzebub's Bunghole being the one my buddies and I used).  Once I'd made arrangements to explore this one again with a friend on a Saturday and also had an invite to a party on the UC campus the Friday night before.  Suffice to say I didn't get lucky enough to have another alternative so I spent the night in the cave.  In one of the larger rooms there was a raised platform just large enough to sit up in, but off to the side of anyone's conceivable pathway.  Slept just fine. Wouldn't do it now for multiple reasons.

Hmm? Why not?

[Excited Penguin]

I once mistreated and misused a girl I very much love(d).  
Te amo porque en mis mil y una noches de ensueño,
jamás contigo yo soñé.

It's never too late to learn from... another's mistakes. 

[Excited Penguin]

With that sentence it's reasonable to assume you misused her.

yep, young love...and lifelong regret..lol.  

For those interested, here's the rest

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Te amo porque en mis mil y una noches de ensueño,
jamás contigo yo soñé.
Yo miraba las sendas que venían lejos,
pero a ti nunca esperé.
Te he sentido de pronto volando

por mi espíritu en ardua y rápida aviación.
Que bella me pareces por allá arriba,

lejos del siempre idiota corazón!
Amame así, volando por encima de todo,

y solo para descansar aterriza en mis brazos,

como el ave en la rama, y vuelve otra vez a volar.
no seas de las románticas que en al amor me encendieron.
Cuando tu escales mi mansión, entra tan lentamente,

que al entrar no te ladre el perro de mi corazón
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(Roughly)
I love you, because in my thousand and one nights of dreams,
I Never once dreamed of you.
I looked down paths that traveled from afar,
but it was never you I expected.
Suddenly I've felt you flying through my soul
in quick , lofty flight,
and how beautiful you seem way up there, far
from my always idiot heart!
Love me that way, flying over everything.
And, like the bird on its branch, land in my arms
only to rest,
then fly off again.
Be not like the romantic one who,
In love, set me on fire.
When you climb up my mansion,
enter so lightly, that as you enter
the dog of my heart will not bark.

Luis Lloréns Torres - Love Without Love

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LOL, Amalynne reminded me of someone hakes fist:

That poem is fucking beautiful.

[Thumpalumpacus]

My husband has a kinky fetish that he told me about 1 1/2 years into our relationship. Now that we are married I fully participate in them with him.

And no, it has nothing to do with poop or anuses.

Having managed an adult video store for six years, I'm comfortable saying that what is kinky is normal. My customers were your neighbors, your grocers, your waiters, your lawyers, your insurance adjusters.

You just didn't know that about them. We all have our buttons, and damned if we don't like them pushed on occasion.

[account_inactive]

My husband has a kinky fetish that he told me about 1 1/2 years into our relationship. Now that we are married I fully participate in them with him.

And no, it has nothing to do with poop or anuses.

Having managed an adult video store for six years, I'm comfortable saying that what is kinky is normal. My customers were your neighbors, your grocers, your waiters, your lawyers, your insurance adjusters.

You just didn't know that about them. We all have our buttons, and damned if we don't like them pushed on occasion.

That must have been an interesting job...

[Excited Penguin]

Confession: I have extremely frequent violent fantasies involving random strangers and especially children, such as busting into a school yard and killing as many kids as I can before I'm apprehended.

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(I hope I don't need to add that they are entirely fanciful and I don't have urges to control.)

It's weird, I wonder where it comes from. Some sort of leftover cave man thing or something.

I sometimes walk past some males in the street and if I get even a hint of intimidation from them I like to imagine beating them to death right then and there. I am perfectly able to control myself, LOL - not that I know how any of them would go. So it's not that crazy

#thread

I have a strange relationship with aggressiveness, though. If someone starts a fight and I'm able to beat them, I do just enough to demonstrate that simple fact and end it as soon as possible. That may involve actual punches/kicks being thrown, but not necessarily full force. It might also only require a certain threatening look and/or tone of voice. The point is to end it as soon as possible, not to end up either beating and humiliating the aggressor and then feeling like you have to apologize to them(which I almost always end up doing) or getting a beating yourself just to prove to yourself that you can take a scrap.

I'm not very muscular or skilled in the art of fighting. But I can be extremely intimidating when I want to. That kind of thing certainly has its perks (which I've abused in the past for the wrong reasons - feeding my own hubris and such), but I also find it to be something that can be put to good use, given the right mindset.

[GUBU]

Tell me all your secrets. No really they're safe here
No judgments, play if you want. If not, then I guess this will be a thread of me telling you guys all the reasons I think I'm weird.

I'll start

I listen to 90's country music when I'm feeling nostalgic
I grew up in the middle of a corn field and all our neighbors were Amish.

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I want to do dirty dirty things with Luckie because she is my favorite sexy lady ever

When I saw the title just now it reminded me of:
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I pulled Mary's hair, called my brother a big eejit and didn't clean my room when mammy told me to."

In other words, my first confession.

[Catholic_Lady]

My husband has a kinky fetish that he told me about 1 1/2 years into our relationship. Now that we are married I fully participate in them with him.

And no, it has nothing to do with poop or anuses.

Having managed an adult video store for six years, I'm comfortable saying that what is kinky is normal. My customers were your neighbors, your grocers, your waiters, your lawyers, your insurance adjusters.

You just didn't know that about them. We all have our buttons, and damned if we don't like them pushed on occasion.

Yeah, my husband is the most normal person you'd ever meet. You'd never know that he's into anything weird and out of the ordinary vanilla. But I like it. Makes things more fun.