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I Was An Exotic Dancer For Exactly Four Nights
“I’ll pay you $200 if you come to my car with me,” he said with hot breath, piercing my personal space bubble. “I really can’t, that’s against the rules” I rebuffed, implying that I ever would agree under different circumstances. “Come on now,” he persisted. I stood with my head cocked to the side to get a little further away from him. I watched as my friend Kadence flirted across the room with another man. “What do you think my name is?” she asked with her seemingly innocent, doe eyes. Finally getting away for some air, I whispered “Why did you tell him he was correct when he guessed ‘Christina’?” She leaned in slyly, “I’m not telling him the truth!” she giggled. “This is how you play the game. This is how you intrigue regulars to come back to see you dance.” I looked behind my shoulder to the stage. I was already way out of my depth.
By Natalie Braden5 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Sex Tape
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
How To NOT Wear Your Mask
First, I would like to say sorry that it's been over a year since the pandemic hit us all in different ways and I'm just now sharing these helpful tips. But, I think once you finally read through them, you will see that I needed to go through a lot of embarrassment in order to compile a great list for you. Also, it's not easy to let everyone know that you've done some wild things with this face accesory! Lastly, feel free to laugh. If I can make you smile during these times, it's a pleasure...
By Alexis Dean Jr.5 years ago in Confessions
A Love Letter to My Worst Heartbreak; You.
12/21/16 You. There was always something about you. I had never been able to read people like I could read you. And no one was ever able to read me as easily as you do. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I don’t know, something clicked. I remember it all so vividly. I remember your smile. The shine in your eyes. That was about a year ago, huh? And now I feel that the roles have reversed. Now it’s me who is star struck by you, who wants to get to know more about you, who talks about you at home. Now you’re the cute girl. The amazing girl. I don’t know why I decided to write this, I feel it was the easiest way to express myself without stumbling or getting emotional. Truth be told, I never imagined myself here with you. I never really thought I would fall for you. And it never occurred to me that you would be such an important part of my life. I never imagined I would tell you secrets about myself, or that I would allow you to find secrets about myself I didn’t even know about. I was always very shut off from everyone. But with you I can’t help it. I don’t want to feel what I do for you, yet I do. I honestly don’t know what I want anymore. I think I should distance myself, but I also don’t think I can, and I don’t want you to. I want us to be close and just continue getting closer. But, I’m sitting here thinking, what am I really supposed to do? You are helping me realize I deserve to be loved and put first. And god I want that so badly. I want one day to be with someone I love, who loves me too, who looks at me like I am the best thing to ever happen to them. I want someone to look at me as if I am it. I want someone to look at me like I look at you, forgetting that there is a whole world. I don’t know why we are doing this. I don’t know why you were this significant to me, and why I fell for you. But I did, and I am not minding at all. But like you said, at the end of the day, no matter what, I am the one who is going to get hurt… Nothing will ever make me look at you badly, or change the fact you are my best friend. Nothing will ever damage who you are to me or the role you had in my life.
By Monica Carneiro5 years ago in Confessions
It's 2021, I'm 30, and I'm still into the bad-boy romance novel redemption arc.
This might seem like an odd thing to "confess". But it's a confession nonetheless. A dirty little secret I keep to myself. I know I'm not the only one. Because these books are being published on mass and there are SO many chapter by chapter novel apps for this exact niche. It's romanticised in TV shows and film and runs heavily through traditional theatre.
By Jessie Waddell5 years ago in Confessions
A little too Vocal?
My embarrassing moment may have just been an unintentional promotion for this website. I cringe at the thought. I was going to use something from my childhood, teenaged years, that sort of thing, but that's expected during that age. Those don't bother me.
By Sierra Ginae.5 years ago in Confessions
I Read My Boyfriend’s Messages and Never Told Him
When I first met my boyfriend, we became acquainted in a dimly lit room at Diva Haunt. Diva Haunt is a sectioned up haunted house that we both inadvertently decided to volunteer at for fun. The building was an old ballerina studio, so it was already a little creepy on its own. He was 28 and I was 22 at the time. I didn’t really find this age difference a problem.
By Nikkie Evans5 years ago in Confessions
Emptying The Tank
I don't often dream, but when I do, I'm either being brutally murdered by a family member or doing something dreadfully mundane like going to the bathroom. Believe it or not, the bathroom dreams are the scariest. Everything else can be discounted as fantasy and fiction, but these, the ones when I envision myself doing things that I regularly do, seem real and visceral. Like the lines between our world and the dream world are temporarily blurred, and I lose the ability to distinguish between the two. These dreams plagued me periodically throughout childhood. There was always this overwhelming sensation of wakefulness.
By Laquesha Bailey5 years ago in Confessions
