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The Cuntfessional
Mistaken Identity & Accidental Sex
I had sex by accident with a bartender from my neighborhood a few years ago. I didn’t accidentally fall on his dick with my legs wide open, but as the story goes one mistake led to another and suddenly we were fucking and I couldn’t exactly tell you how it happen. Except for the... »
Taboo is Just Another Word For I Want You
This week’s confession is hard to write. I have to leave out certain details to protect the anonymity of someone else. The problem is that the details are what makes this particular story so damn interesting. If it were up to me, I would divulge it all for your pervy little ears, but I... »
Strange Friendships
I had this friend in high school with whom I had a pretty intense and tumultuous friendship. We became really good friends really fast, but there was also this underlying current of jealousy and competitiveness between the two of us. She had the kind of personality that attracted people to her like tiny little... »
Kissing Cousins
When I was fifteen I had sex with my cousin. To be fair, he was my second or third cousin (or something like that) and although we shared the same last name we didn’t know each other as kids. I think the first time I met him, I was ten years old. The house... »
Online Dating Adventures
I have to admit that I had no idea what to write about today. I thought of a few things, and the one story I really want to tell is unfortunately top secret. I’ll only be able to write that one if I survive the other people involved and even then probably using a... »
A History Lesson
My high school history teacher wore light blue polyester pant suits straight from the seventies, not the Saturday Night Fever seventies, but something you’d imagine the suburban swingers set wearing. His hair was styled in such a way you could only describe as Beatles-like and every time he wrote something on the black board... »
Seducing My Therapist
I started therapy with the firm intent to seduce my therapist. He was an old philosophy professor of mine and when I got back into town, a decade later, I looked him up. An exchange of emails ensued. The psychoanalytical practice he was thinking of opening sent my mind on a wild goose chase.... »








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