Anonymous Secrets Thread

- 20s, Female - I paid for my new car with money I made from caming with guys on the internet. I told my mother I won it at a casino.
 
Then you are stronger than the vast majority of us.

You know, I believe that I am. I also firmly believe in the saying that what does not kill you makes you stronger. :)

-35, male - I worked for two years to convince my wife to have a three way with another woman. I thought it would be really easy to find the right person to do it once my wife said yes, but it wasn't. So I hired an escort and told her it was a friend from work that was about to move to Europe. To this day she doesn't know that the threesome we had was with a whore.

I think that this is kind of a kinky sexy secret to have. :) Thank you for sharing.
 
Secrets of the heart are different. They are private and painful, and we want nothing more than to hide them from the world. They do not swell and press against the mouth. They live in the heart, and the longer they are kept, the heavier they become. Teccam claims it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart. Any fool will spit out poison, he says, but we hoard these painful treasures. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them."
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Your non rhetorical question today is: Do you have secrets of the heart? Posting a yes or no will be fine, but feel free to elaborate if you would like.


Yes. I think anyone who has really lived life can hardly not have one..
 
You know, I believe that I am. I also firmly believe in the saying that what does not kill you makes you stronger. :)

My father was very fond of saying that "Whatever doesn't kill me better start running, but I'm coming for it."
 
My father was very fond of saying that "Whatever doesn't kill me better start running, but I'm coming for it."

Lol..well I like that saying very much. I'll keep it in mind. There are some people that better watch out now...hehehe:D
 
Okay, I am still working on one of my two extracurricular projects that I have yet to reveal. I'm looking to talk to a couple of women that have had sex for money. In whatever capacity that occurred.

Also, I still want to talk to any women that experienced harassment or threats of any kind through PMs on lit, and although I was saved by one person who responded, I would like to talk to another stripper of she is out there.

Email me.

Thanks.
 
Lol..well I like that saying very much. I'll keep it in mind. There are some people that better watch out now...hehehe:D

I love fighters. I love people that take whatever life throws at them and keep going. I love the idea that we will not be dominated, crushed or have our spirit broken by the people in this world.

It reminds me of a poem.

"Roll of thunder
Hear my cry
Over the waters
by and by.

Man coming down the line
Whip in hand to beat me down
But I ain't gonna let him turn me round."
 
Can't help it, I just *had* to subscribe to this thread :D

Just love that quote regarding secrets of the heart... So true, it will fester until everything blows up in your face.
 
Can't help it, I just *had* to subscribe to this thread :D

Just love that quote regarding secrets of the heart... So true, it will fester until everything blows up in your face.

Welcome aboard Alivea. I think that for most of us this thread is a bit of a guilty pleasure. You should fit right in.
 
-40s, Female -

For a year I teased my male babysitter relentlessly. When he'd come over I'd drop something so he could look down my blouse. I'd wear my tight ass jeans and bend over to zip up my boots. I'd ask him if what I was wearing looked okay. One time I asked if him if he could change his plans to babysit and that I'd make it worth his while. He finally looked straight at me and asked what that meant. I said "monetarily, of course...as I knowingly smiled. And then he stopped babysitting and had to go off to college. Hmmm...I wonder if he's home for the summer.
 
-40s, Female -

For a year I teased my male babysitter relentlessly. When he'd come over I'd drop something so he could look down my blouse. I'd wear my tight ass jeans and bend over to zip up my boots. I'd ask him if what I was wearing looked okay. One time I asked if him if he could change his plans to babysit and that I'd make it worth his while. He finally looked straight at me and asked what that meant. I said "monetarily, of course...as I knowingly smiled. And then he stopped babysitting and had to go off to college. Hmmm...I wonder if he's home for the summer.

Would be fun to be your babysitter. LOL
 
-60s, Male - I have only been with one woman my entire life. I love her. That's my confession.
 
Secrets of the heart? "Yes." "Of course." But, being a guy I'm not supposed to talk about it. So, I won't. (smiles)
 
Secrets of the heart are different. They are private and painful, and we want nothing more than to hide them from the world. They do not swell and press against the mouth. They live in the heart, and the longer they are kept, the heavier they become. Teccam claims it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart. Any fool will spit out poison, he says, but we hoard these painful treasures. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them."
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Your non rhetorical question today is: Do you have secrets of the heart? Posting a yes or no will be fine, but feel free to elaborate if you would like.

I read this yesterday and meant to come back when I was on my computer to answer. Yes and I would be surprised at anyone who said they didn't have them. However, I personally have to disagree with the third sentence as I think they do swell and press against the mouth. Because they are so painful, there is the urge, need even, to find someone to share it with in the hopes that the pain might be abated. Most times we conclude there really is no one who can understand our woe and thus, it does fester and root deep inside us... changing us... but for better or for worse?
 
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