Confession Time?

We were going to have a Monday morning meeting and I had to make the donut run. I ate all the jelly donuts on the way back to the office.
 
my sin is gluttony

smoking too much weed, eating too many pieces of chocolate, buying on more hair products because it is 10% off when you buy 5! one more orgasm, or five until I am shaking and spent. more cum in my mouth, dripping down my tits.

always more y'all. always. more.
 
Singing....but I got tired of watching people go to the hospital with pierced ear drums trying to avoid my vocals.


Comshaw
 
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I am struggling with the sin of sloth now. Why do something when doing nothing and taking a nap is so much easier!
 
I'm just going to say that my worst sin is not confessing all of my other sins to my priest. It's like debt consolidation for the conscience.
 
All of the them.

Thinking it is just as bad as doing it.

Only on earth you pay up faster most of the time if you get caught.
 
Sometimes I masturbate to the voice of a musician I “met” online years ago. He posts these promotional videos for his band that are just his face looking in to the camera and talking to his friends, his fans, absolutely everyone... They’re not sexual in any way, but they arouse me. I enjoy the familiarity of them. The intimacy of being allowed inside. Often I just set the phone down beside me in bed, put in my ear buds, close my eyes and finger myself to the sound of his voice. I imagine we meet in a bar one day. He’s there with his band. He doesn’t notice me. I sit in the audience and watch the entire show. I approach him at the end of the night and he recognizes me. We kiss. And that’s it. Just the one kiss. Always the same. Always electric. Always in the dark hallway between the bathroom and the stage. Always the same deep, long, slow kiss that will last us both a lifetime.
 
Abusing drugs in my early 20's. At the time I was very deeply depressed and I wanted to escape from everything. Looking back now I know how many years I've wasted because of how unhappy I was with myself. I've been clean since 2015 and I'm very proud of myself.
 
Sometimes I masturbate to the voice of a musician I “met” online years ago. He posts these promotional videos for his band that are just his face looking in to the camera and talking to his friends, his fans, absolutely everyone... They’re not sexual in any way, but they arouse me. I enjoy the familiarity of them. The intimacy of being allowed inside. Often I just set the phone down beside me in bed, put in my ear buds, close my eyes and finger myself to the sound of his voice. I imagine we meet in a bar one day. He’s there with his band. He doesn’t notice me. I sit in the audience and watch the entire show. I approach him at the end of the night and he recognizes me. We kiss. And that’s it. Just the one kiss. Always the same. Always electric. Always in the dark hallway between the bathroom and the stage. Always the same deep, long, slow kiss that will last us both a lifetime.

Also on the subject of confession... I told my boyfriend about this fantasy a few months ago, even though I was afraid he would be jealous or hurt by it. He wasn’t. He said he just wants to know me, know what turns me on. He also said, “Maybe I can take you to meet him one day.” And I never felt more loved.
 
Sweet Jesus Mary and Joseph him talking about his philosophy and faith puts me right on my knees where I most definitely belong.
 
smoking too much weed, eating too many pieces of chocolate, buying on more hair products because it is 10% off when you buy 5! one more orgasm, or five until I am shaking and spent. more cum in my mouth, dripping down my tits.

always more y'all. always. more.

Didn’t know you could partake in too much weed
I am a grower and stay stoned sex is so much better when high
 
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