CCG’s Cave of Confessions

Mine wasn't, thank you very much. It was pretty tame when compared to what's here. Vote for me, I want in private!

*this message was paid for by the Committee to elect MindYaBitness for WotY
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“I was in court mandated therapy in my early 20s. The program I was in was group therapy. In this particular instance, we were doing this weekend retreat. At the time, my then gf was in the same program. A question came up about why I spoke differently than other people to this one super attractive woman who was maybe 10 years older than me. I thought about it and blurted out that I want to have sex with her. My gf was crushed. Started crying. I was surprised I'd said it and didn't feel bad about it either. Later that evening, the object of my desire came on to me. I was so dense I didn't even recognize it until way later. It wasn't the last time she hit on me either. I was fairly clueless about flirting and dating then. Wish I had been able to read all that better. I never did seal the deal with her“
 
“Back in college my mate Dave had a fuck buddy called Melissa who was actually a bit more into him than he was with her.
One day, down in the cellar bar, after a few drinks, I went for a piss and she followed me into the toilets and started kissing me and grabbing my dick and forcing herself upon me.
I was young and horny so I went along mainly because I wanted to grope her massive tits.
After a while the barmaid came and booted us out of the toilets so we went and joined our mates in the back corner of the bar under an archway where we continued to get it on in front of everyone. She wanked me off inside my trousers and I got four fingers inside her wet pussy.
The only thing I really remember is Dave open mouthed watching us.

He got his revenge a year later when Cheryl - who looked like Helena Christensen and was my college favourite - gave him a blow job.”
 
“I was in court mandated therapy in my early 20s. The program I was in was group therapy. In this particular instance, we were doing this weekend retreat. At the time, my then gf was in the same program. A question came up about why I spoke differently than other people to this one super attractive woman who was maybe 10 years older than me. I thought about it and blurted out that I want to have sex with her. My gf was crushed. Started crying. I was surprised I'd said it and didn't feel bad about it either. Later that evening, the object of my desire came on to me. I was so dense I didn't even recognize it until way later. It wasn't the last time she hit on me either. I was fairly clueless about flirting and dating then. Wish I had been able to read all that better. I never did seal the deal with her“
This is why 13th Stepping is never a good idea.
 
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