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The first confession is about, I gave my friend a drunk blowjob and I liked it Reddit Confession
We were at my cottage last weekend and after a couple hours of drinking we decided to go on a hike. After getting to a lookout spot and sitting for a while we ended up on the topic of not having hooked up with any girls in a while because of COVID. I’ve always been curious about giving a blowjob and idk what came over me but I straight out said “I’d give you one if you were down” and he was like “really?”
One thing led to another and he pulled his cock out already hard, I grabbed it, and went for it. Not sure how long it lasted but it might’ve been a minute or two. And I’m just gonna fucking say it: I loved it so much. He came in my mouth and it felt so good to have cum in my mouth and on my lips with his cock in my mouth. I swallowed it all. Some dripped down his cock and I licked it.
“Damn” he said. “That was good”. I told him how I’ve always wanted to do that and all. He asked if I’d do it again and I said “maybe” (obviously I would)
I hope this is the start of something
the second confession is about, My older co worker is harrasing me 26M.
This older woman who's about 62 has become really touchy with me, she constantly puts her hands on my shoulders or comments about my body. It's to the point where if there's a meeting and other co workers are clapping, she glances over at me to see if I'm clapping along & then darts her eyes away. She's always saying how good I look and how I'm such a smart young man, I know she has some mental disabilities but I still feel uncomfortable and I really want to report it, I'm just nervous that they won't really take me seriously.
And the last confession is about, Being born into poverty determines the rest of your life, and it fucking sucks.
Have you ever come across people who claim that being poor only your fault? I hate that they're technically right. My mom and dad were both art students who immigrated to Canada in the early 90's. We live in a 1 bedroom apartment and can barely make rent every month. My mom doesn't work as she has no applicable skills, and my dad works at a restaurant. The arguments are constant and pierce through our thin apartment walls every hour of every day. I wish they would shutup so I could get through my Physics homework which I already struggle with. Their arguing achieves literally nothing, yet they continue and continue every single day. Want to know the worst thing about being poor? EVERY single aspect of existing in poverty tries to prevent you from leaving. Want to study for that Calculus test next Thursday? You can't because it's too noisy at home and the library is closed. Are you struggling and need extra help with school? Tutors charge $20 an hour, no can do. It's a self-cycling phenomena that passes on from generation to generation, relying on the lack of education which passes through the family tree. My parents never taught me about the importance of education. I was never taught how to effectively study properly. I didn't know about the value of having hireable skills under your belt. Hindsight fucking sucks when you notice how you could've done things to help yourself and you didn't, simply because you were ignorant. I'm currently learning about investing since I recently learned about it, and hoping to safely invest soon when I feel confident enough. I'm not even sure how I'd invest since I don't have a job anymore, but we'll see how that plays out. I hate being dumb. If it weren't for internet access, I'm very certain I would've been dumber than a pile of rocks right now. The worst thing is having the self-awareness to know that you're not doing everything you can to escape poverty, simply because you don't know it exists. I hope I find a job soon. I hope everyone reading this is safe and happy. I'm glad you're not me.
We were at my cottage last weekend and after a couple hours of drinking we decided to go on a hike. After getting to a lookout spot and sitting for a while we ended up on the topic of not having hooked up with any girls in a while because of COVID. I’ve always been curious about giving a blowjob and idk what came over me but I straight out said “I’d give you one if you were down” and he was like “really?”
One thing led to another and he pulled his cock out already hard, I grabbed it, and went for it. Not sure how long it lasted but it might’ve been a minute or two. And I’m just gonna fucking say it: I loved it so much. He came in my mouth and it felt so good to have cum in my mouth and on my lips with his cock in my mouth. I swallowed it all. Some dripped down his cock and I licked it.
“Damn” he said. “That was good”. I told him how I’ve always wanted to do that and all. He asked if I’d do it again and I said “maybe” (obviously I would)
I hope this is the start of something
the second confession is about, My older co worker is harrasing me 26M.
This older woman who's about 62 has become really touchy with me, she constantly puts her hands on my shoulders or comments about my body. It's to the point where if there's a meeting and other co workers are clapping, she glances over at me to see if I'm clapping along & then darts her eyes away. She's always saying how good I look and how I'm such a smart young man, I know she has some mental disabilities but I still feel uncomfortable and I really want to report it, I'm just nervous that they won't really take me seriously.
And the last confession is about, Being born into poverty determines the rest of your life, and it fucking sucks.
Have you ever come across people who claim that being poor only your fault? I hate that they're technically right. My mom and dad were both art students who immigrated to Canada in the early 90's. We live in a 1 bedroom apartment and can barely make rent every month. My mom doesn't work as she has no applicable skills, and my dad works at a restaurant. The arguments are constant and pierce through our thin apartment walls every hour of every day. I wish they would shutup so I could get through my Physics homework which I already struggle with. Their arguing achieves literally nothing, yet they continue and continue every single day. Want to know the worst thing about being poor? EVERY single aspect of existing in poverty tries to prevent you from leaving. Want to study for that Calculus test next Thursday? You can't because it's too noisy at home and the library is closed. Are you struggling and need extra help with school? Tutors charge $20 an hour, no can do. It's a self-cycling phenomena that passes on from generation to generation, relying on the lack of education which passes through the family tree. My parents never taught me about the importance of education. I was never taught how to effectively study properly. I didn't know about the value of having hireable skills under your belt. Hindsight fucking sucks when you notice how you could've done things to help yourself and you didn't, simply because you were ignorant. I'm currently learning about investing since I recently learned about it, and hoping to safely invest soon when I feel confident enough. I'm not even sure how I'd invest since I don't have a job anymore, but we'll see how that plays out. I hate being dumb. If it weren't for internet access, I'm very certain I would've been dumber than a pile of rocks right now. The worst thing is having the self-awareness to know that you're not doing everything you can to escape poverty, simply because you don't know it exists. I hope I find a job soon. I hope everyone reading this is safe and happy. I'm glad you're not me.
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