Latest Stories
Most recently published stories in Confessions.
Aussie Afghan
I was a newly single mum! Living in a government owned house, in a middle class area, close to the city and major routes. I had the kids during the week and they visited their father on the weekends. I started studying my dream career and was pretty much busy all week taking care of my kids, my house, appointments and tafe. But being a woman in my early thirties, I had needs that needed to be met. I was interested in dating and getting out in the world (when the kids were away). I was trying to loose weight the sexy way and tried my luck on several dating apps. After many successful attempts ( and some weirdos) and many sexy dates, I still found myself craving something more. Must have been the thirteen years marriage I had with one man. I was missing falling asleep in a steady, warm, loving embrace. Feeling safe and secure from the moment the sun disappears until it rises again. Many around me were hooked on a lover. Even my parents had survived the ups and downs, finances, health, insecurities and disruptions of life. But somehow I was a victim of emotional abuse and had the strength to stand up and push away. It killed me mentally, emotionally. It pulled me through emotions that had been hidden deep inside and had me hating, cursing and angry past the point of control. But somehow dating strangers helped me to feel alive, free and wanted. Talking to guys and having them respond was an addiction that was feeding the worthiness that I truly desired. Sex was just an emotional connection, but conversation was my intellectual existence. With dating apps, guys wanted me, even after sex some still talked with me. A big curvy (overweight/obese) female was wanted and it felt good to be wanted by so many. Even my best friend gave me the name of the site she used to find her sensitive new age guy.
By Perth Local Guide5 years ago in Confessions
Bladders Cannot Be Trusted
It’s not uncommon for kids to have accidents. Especially when you’re very little and have impossibly tricky over-all fastens, as I learned in kindergarten. I was never a bedwetter, but more than one occasion sleeping in my grandparent’s bed — waterbed — resulted in a rude awakening.
By Rii Pierce5 years ago in Confessions
Egg Head
This story takes place at a very confusing point in my life. I was in my awkward teen years when the height of my beauty routine was twisting the front of my hair back and pinning on the top of my head with my favourite turquoise butterfly clip. Despite being fashionably challenged, I desperately wanted to look gorgeous. I wanted to be one of those ‘it’ girls in the magazines that knew how to wear oversized sunglasses in the shape of love hearts, without looking like they were playing dress-ups. More importantly, I wanted to attract a boyfriend. A real boyfriend. One that would be the Romeo to my Juliet.
By cassie rogers5 years ago in Confessions
First Impressions
That woman in the picture is me, Shantel. I am the new female security guard for vastly growing security business. This night I was assigned to work at a luxury apartment building off located Broadway. 12 hour shifts from 7:00 pm until 7:00 am. I was excited and proud of myself for finally getting a good job with benefits, pride, and the pay was definitely an upgrade as well. Before Heading off to work from my home 25 minutes away I quickly ate dinner. I was very careful not to get any of the home-made enchiladas on my new uniform. I knew all 3 of my bosses would be there for the first half of my shift to make sure equipment and the rounds all ran smoothly. I had only met one of them because he was the one that hired me, and could not wait to make a great first impression on the other two. Finishing up the food I took a look in the mirror once more before heading off to work. Feeling confident and in a great mood singing to my playlist all the way there. I park my car in the designated parking and gather my stuff. Walking up to the garage elevator a different feeling suddenly hit me. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling at all. My stomach started making these random noises that sounded like an animal crying for help, must just be nerves. I thought to myself as I went up one floor to meet my bosses in the lobby of the apartments. Pull it together I told myself as the elevator doors opened. I put on a winning smile and walked out trying to ignore the fact that I was feeling sick. The three bosses met me half way in the middle of the lobby. Shaking hands and making introductions I asked if I could use a restroom before we started the walk thru. They directed me to the public bathroom just around the corner from where they were standing. I turned and tried to quickly rush off before my stomach started with the noises again. I was about 2 and a half steps away from disappearing around the corner when all of a sudden it happened. I let out the loudest most nasty sounding fart I had ever witnessed let alone created. The fart propelled me forward a little bit as I ran through the door and quickly into a bathroom stall. I didn’t even have time to completely sit before even louder gas followed by... well let’s just use medical terms explosive diarrhea. Just when I thought the worst part was over more seemed to happen. I am not to sure of how long the whole thing actually lasted but to me, my stomach, and other parts it felt like a life time. Finally the pains and the wired noises stopped. I was feeling better when I realized that I could hear my bosses laughing hysterically. If I could hear them laughing they definitely heard everything that went on. I was so embarrassed. I washed my hands and decided to text my hiring boss giving him an explanation. Mid sentence my phone goes off it’s my boss the text read “We hope everything is okay in there, it sounded pretty rough. Did you eat something that didn’t agree? Either way no need to be embarrassed it happens to all of us. If your okay we can start the walk thru”. I answered back “ok here I come” and walked out of the bathroom only this time not so confident. As I opened the door I spotted several little kids around 5-6 years old and two mothers running up headed for the restroom. I tried to get far enough away, so the kids or mothers would not know who was responsible for the smell. Walking quickly I hear all of them in unison say “GROSS!!” Followed by one of the kids saying “what is that smell? It smells worse then when grandpa uses our bathroom.” They exited faster then they entered gasping for fresh air. My bosses once again are laughing hysterically at the comments made by the kid. Which paused our progress away from the area. One of the kids pointed at me and said “ It was her she did it!” The other children and the moms gave me these unapproving looks that said everything with out saying a word. I could feel my bossy temperature rising and my face getting hotter and turning red. By now my bosses we laughing so hard they were almost crying and I just wanted to run away and never come back. Finally moments later we were able to do the walk thru with out incident. After all equipment was checked and a second set of rounds completed, they were finally ready to leave me alone to do my job. I walked them out of the building as the went over last minute things they forgot to tell me. As they got into their separate cars the main boss yelled back to me “By the way Shantel, don’t worry about that rough start okay. I just want you to know your going to do great you really blew us all away!” I have been working there for almost a year and still get teased for the best first impression ever.
By Shantel Spiekerman5 years ago in Confessions
My sister and I were dating the same guy...
Sit down and buckle up, do I have a journey for you. I have been single for majority of my adult life. This use to be something that I despised, thinking that the status of ‘single’ defined me as someone ‘unworthy’. It has only been in the last three years of my life where I realised that the ‘status of single’ is not something negative at all, nor is it a problem that needs to be rectified.
By little one5 years ago in Confessions
Memoirs of a Clumsy Girl: Sandals and Staircases
Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you stop and go huh, how did I manage this? Even after time as passed, the question still pops up and you still aren’t quite sure? Those are the moments that make the unforgettable memories… even if you wish they could be.
By Dianne Crompton5 years ago in Confessions
Sticks and Stones
We all remember our first real crush. The first person to give us butterflies in our stomach and get our hearts fluttering. The memories of our first crush often make us feel a mixture of fondness, heartbreak, and embarrassment. My memories of my first real crush often make me feel shame, and I often cringe at the things I did to try to get his attention and win him over. However, there is also an unfortunate twist in my story. My first real crush was also my worst bully.
By Lisa Lupo5 years ago in Confessions
55 DAYS SOBER
Hello everyone :) My name is Kim, or as most people know me Kimmiekins. I am 34 years old, and I wanted to share with you my journey of going sober, and how its helped my anxiety and overall mental health. My hope is that by writing this I can help someone, and let them know that they are not alone.
By Kimmiekins45 years ago in Confessions
The Un-Slippery Slope
Okay, before I tell this story you have to promise two things; 1. DON'T JUDGE ME! and 2. You won't hold me responsible if you pee your pants from laughing hysterically in disbelief. We good? Alright, cool beans. Just so we're clear, I regret NOTHING about this day. It was a learning experience and it made for a tear jerking, hysterical story to retell in my adult life.
By Tink5 years ago in Confessions
