Taboo
Age Gap Relationship With My Professor
I often wonder how I could have gotten bamboozled into sharing my thoughts and body with a man I wasn’t attracted to mentally or physically. He was a skilled and highly practiced predator. His efforts were highly inefficient at first as I only used him as a sounding board through emails for whatever the fuck was stewing in my brain at 3am. He tried to stay positive and uplifting but always kept the responses relatively short, relatively unbiased. Our exchanges were merely a way for me to vent, almost a form of free type therapy. I was making a terrible mistake in the game though; I made the blunder of showing an incredibly lonely and chronically single older man, all of my cards, so foolishly thinking he had no ulterior motives. Or rather, I didn’t bother to think about his motives because I truly felt in my mind, that this man who lived over an hour away was totally insignificant. He was no longer my professor anymore.
By K.M. Green4 years ago in Confessions
A Single Indian Woman’s Thoughts on Embracing Sexuality
How we date, explore our pleasures and accept our bodies is as dependent on the society as much as it does on us as women. I am a 30 something heterosexual female from India and all these views are from my own experience.
By Rashmi G4 years ago in Confessions
Age Is Just a Number
I knew him from the time he was 12, because he was my oldest son's best friend and always at my house. He had green eyes and thick brown hair, and always had a positive attitude and was ready for anything. But, now that we are both adults, and there is 18 years difference in our ages, people don't think we should be together.
By Denise Willis4 years ago in Confessions
Life (and Death) in the Times of Social Media
Is a child born if you don’t put its picture up on the internet? Perhaps not. Have you really paid your respects to a deceased unless your social media is updated with a heart-wrenching caption along with a picture of you both hugging? It is doubtful, too.
By Munariya4 years ago in Confessions
Getting to know the Narcissist
In the afternoon of 2015 i met this guy let's call him Ben, so charming his manner was really on point, he ask for my number and i played hard to get as i was the prize i enjoy the chase as he whisper in my ears and was like you are mine and only that completely turn me off but i didn't give it much of a thought. the following couple month went great as i wa busy with my studies trying to become a physician, as i was getting ready to go to class, my friend call me her name is Melinda and she says hun you got stop making your life boring because tonight we are going out me an you and some cute boys and i was like nah its ok if is and you but boys naaaa aaaa... she gave in and was like change of plan lets crash my friend party tonight wear something cute. i went and bought an orange dress and some shoes as my closet need help as the time i have is for me and Mr books, so here we go to the party as i walking in guess who i see Ben and i was like lets play it cool. i went and sit on my table, and here ben come hey i think i know you i am like naa i think you are mistaken and whisper the same words to me you are mine and only remember those words, on the other hand my bestfriend she is drooling ohhh this guy is so cute i am like naa girl you need 4 eyes because this dude is so possess, when the party was finishing and he was like seriously i may have come off and i apologize i really want to get to know you can i please have your number. i finally gave it to him yes he was cute but something was off and on about him and i wanted to figure out who he was.
By Fridous jeune4 years ago in Confessions
I DON'T EAT DOGS
I Don’t Eat Dogs Growing up, I wasn’t aware that one could have a dog as a pet, a dog you treat as a family who isn’t smelly or out to take a bite out of your behind. I wasn’t raised like that. The first memory I have of a dog was at six-year-old. I encountered the dog on the way back from school. It had flies all over his face, perching on parts of his face and his nose was disgustingly wet. It looked at me and snarled, showing his gnarly teeth and slobber. I had been told by many to run away from dogs and if the dog runs after you, throw a hand a handful of sand or stone at the dog and it would let you go. I wasn’t tempted to pet the dog or take a single breath or step towards it. As he snarled at me, my survival instinct kicked and I took off running. Did he run after like the stories said it would? Of course, it did, the stories were of the same dog. I did throw stones at it as I was directed but it didn’t stop. I ran until I soon came across a bigger adult who literary yelled at the dog to go away then advised me to grab a big stick to poke him with in case he decided to come back.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Confessions
Balls!
“I dust off my Ben Wa balls, don my 1980s RoadRunner gloves and head down the boulevard for my morning run.” After finishing that first sentence on a day set aside for inspired writing, I thought I should go online to see if I had spelled the name of my cloisonné-coated jingly things correctly. I was horrified, for several reasons, when I started seeing references to “pelvic floor strengthening” and other not-so-G-rated descriptions of uses for the pretty things.
By Laurel McHargue4 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Fell In Love
Here is the story all about how my life completely changed after I fell in love with Marley Jay. I lived my entire life not knowing he existed, and this whole time I thought I was living life blissfully happy. I had briefly heard before of others speaking of the love they had found and the joy it had bought them and how it changed their life but I just assumed eh, that lifestyle was never meant for me to experience. So, living life I continued the way I had always done completely unaware of what was in store for me.
By Katrina Pride4 years ago in Confessions
