Embarrassment
1 in 3. Content Warning.
When I was teenager a hot topic between friends was “first time” stories. I was 13 when I gathered in a group circle shivering with the girls. The cold air nipped our noses, but the conversation was steaming. We were waiting for the doors to open at school and listened attentively as one of the girls spun a yarn about how romantic the night of the winter dance had been. They spent the whole dance/ activity night on the dance floor. Bumping and grinding, dry humping like untrained pups but there was slow dancing thrown in too. We stood beneath the curious, leafless red maple. The girls licked their lips and gawked as our friend spoke. I was uncomfortable that day. Partly because my converse were shit in the snow and now, my socks had become soaked from the icy slush on the sidewalks and partly because of the conversation, but I listened in anyway. And partly because the night before I was invaded by an unwelcome creep and I could still feel throbbing between my thighs.
By Theresa M Hochstinea day ago in Confessions
A Small Story About Honesty
Nearly a decade ago, a notification appeared on my computer screen that felt like a brush with destiny. At the time, I was an active participant in the digital world of fandom, leaving thoughtful, supportive comments on the social media posts of a well-known and internationally recognized actor I deeply admired. Then, the impossible happened: a private message arrived.
By Anna K.2 days ago in Confessions
When the Wind Knocked
The wind had been knocking for three nights before I finally admitted that it was not weather. It began as a murmur against the old glass, a careful tapping as though some hesitant traveler had lost their way and mistaken my window for a door. My house stood at the edge of the town, where the road thinned into gravel and then into nothing at all. Beyond it lay fields the color of rusted gold, and beyond those, hills that swallowed the horizon. The wind had always passed through there freely, dragging dust and forgotten leaves along its restless path. But this was different.
By LUNA EDITH2 days ago in Confessions
The Unopened Letter: What We Never Tell Our Parents and Why the Silence Lasts Forever. AI-Generated.
There is a letter you will never write. It lives inside you, fully formed, every word chosen, every sentence complete. In this letter, you tell your parents everything. Not the edited version, not the polite version, not the version that protects their feelings and your safety. The truth. All of it. The gratitude you have never known how to express. The wounds you have carried since childhood. The ways they shaped you, for better and worse. The person you have become, in all its complexity, and how much of that becoming traces back to them. The love you feel, so deep it terrifies you. The anger you have swallowed, so old it feels like part of your bones. The forgiveness you want to offer, if only they would ask. The understanding you long for, if only they could see.
By HAADI3 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 醉う
Ah I think this shows a matured perspective of the quality to be drunk, like a stupor. Where the sports? Ah I guess. Yes, that is what I am getting at.. . Yea I guess like Dustin Hoffman was always about "good form" and such, but that can be such a manipulation. But he was a pirate. It is like..... a smuggler? Yea... you're allowed to call someone out.
By Kayla McIntosh4 days ago in Confessions
