Randomized confessions..

I came home to my apartment tonight (it's a 3 bedroom apt) and all the doors to all the rooms were open. I called my parents to see if maybe one of them stopped by to pick some things up since they're moving into a house and I'm getting my own apartment, and they said they never came over. I went all thru the rooms and it doesn't look like anything has been touched or taken. I know I didn't open those doors, so I'm thinking someone from the complex office came in here without me knowing it because the door was locked when I left this morning and my family and I are the only ones who have keys to it except for the office. And our lease doesn't have a clause in it that allows them to show the apartment off when we're not here or without our permission. And I have no solid proof that they've been in here.

So my question is, is there a way I can set up some booby traps that will catch whoever is coming in here, and what kind of booby traps? I am thinking of setting up my computer camera to record images if there's movement, but I'm not quite sure how to do it, and I want to scare the living hell out of whoever is coming in here when I'm not home. Please give me some suggestions because I don't like the fact that these people are coming into my home without my permission.

  • john,
    today while you and i were on the phone, i jerked off and came. i came while you texted mike. heehhehehehehe.
    just thought i should let you know. i told you i'd do it, but not when i'd do it. i think you bet me that you'd notice!! did you notice? i dont think you did! i won.
    love,
    --you know who
    ps.... im waiting for you and mike... waiting to play b-ball with you two. should i tell you? no. i wont.

    Damn right u weirdo how can u find smelling ur sisters pants a turn on thats gross smell a cats ass or something anything but that !! freaks !!

  • He comes home after work, sits on the couch and ignores me.
    I try talking, and get nowhere.
    A little affection, maybe? NO.
    So this morning I pooped in his favorite shoe. That will teach him not to change my litter box!
    Meooowww : )

    Ok. Here is my story. I am a young girl. I have some family troubles. One of my family members are thinking of moving. I am thinking of killing myself if this person leaves. How can I make this person stay? I have lived with this person my whole life. I can't bear to live without this person. But this person is being really creul to other family members and this person is angry with them. The others didn't do a thing. Please help me. Any tips on how to get this person to stay?

  • Often when I get bored at work I got into the bathroom and wank until I come. It really eases tedium and makes me more productive throughout the rest of the day.

    I had a friend I had known for years who I had met because he had problems and needed to talk to someone. The person he ended up speaking to was me. I didn't mind it so much at first, I was happy to help him, but after a while I began to suspect he wanted more to our friendship than I did. He was phoning me several times a week and sending me letters. He told me he was self-harming which I am aware a lot of people do and I used to do myself a long time ago. But then when he did it, he apologised to me, as if it was my problem.

    Anyway, we had a mutual friend who liked me as more than a friend and I was unaware of this for a while. The screwed up friend was aware of this and insinuated to the one who liked me that there was something between him (the one with problems) and me, when as far as I was concerned there definitely wasn't. Luckily, this didn't deter the one who liked me from pursuing me; in the end I got to know him and we started going out with each other.

    Obviously my friend with problems wasn't happy about this, and started trying to cause problems for us from the word go. He also told lies about me behind my back to some of my other friends, which obviously upset me as I had been there for him for a few months by this time. Nothing was ever really said about all this, although my boyfriend and me sometimes argued after the screwed up one had been causing trouble.

    After a few years, my boyfriend and I split up and I began to see more of my friend with problems. I was prepared to let bygones be bygones and he seemed to have matured a lot by then. We became closer and one night ended up kissing. I wasn't really sure how I felt about him, whether I wanted him as a boyfriend, or whether we should leave things as they were. I fancied and liked him a lot by this time, but I wasn't sure whether it would work out as a relationship between us. I knew how much he thought about me and I thought of him as a great friend, but I knew I would never care or love him as much as he would about me. Plus there was someone else who I had a bit of a thing about. He was unreliable and I knew a relationship with him wouldn't work out, but the chemistry between us was great and although I've not been around much, I was sure a bit of a fling wouldn't do any harm.

    In the end I went out with my friend with problems, and it was nice, but it was apparent to me from quite early on that the chemistry between us just wasn't there. I told him from the start that I wasn't too sure about what I wanted from our relationship, but he said that was fine with him. I was also thinking about the other one that I liked quite a lot. One of the problems I was having in my relationship though was that we were not having sex. My boyfriend had something wrong with him and was physically unable to make love to me. Although we were having oral sex, we never had actual penetration which was extremely frustrating. The lack of physical closeness between us also meant that it was harder to be emotionally close. I wouldn't have minded buying a strap on or something, or using other forms of penetration, but being a virgin he didn't know what he was missing out on, and I didn't know how to approach the subject. He was very sensitive about most issues, and I was afraid of insulting his masculinity. But I did think the world of him, and despite the lack of sex I found myself falling in love with him. I told him this one night which I regretted after what happened next.

    In the end the inevitable happened. The lack of sex was almost killing me, I wanked so much I almost wore out my clitoris, but it still wasn't enough. I used to see quite a lot of the friend I had a crush on, and one night we got drunk and ended up sleeping together. I realised things couldn't go on as they were, I knew that I couldn't stay with my boyfriend if I was going to end up doing this kind of thing to him. I had only had two boyfriends before, but infidelity was something I looked down on and I had never been unfaithful before.

    My boyfriend was devastated when I told him. I didn't tell him the real reason, but told him instead that I didn't want a relationship. He just couldn't understand it when things seemed to him to have been going so well. I made sure I was there for him after we split up as we had agreed to remain friends, and we saw each other at least once a week. In the end though he decided that he just couldn't handle being friends and now we don't see each other at all.

    He says he's lonely, but he tries to make friends with people, especially girls, by telling them all his problems as soon as he meets them. People tend to feel sorry for him from the start, but then he becomes too clingy and that's it, he's there in your face all the time. I know for a fact that sometimes he makes up problems just to get sympathy. I feel sorry for him sometimes, but he does nothing to help himself. He just gets off on sympathy, but can't seem to see this. Or rather, he knows about it but doesn't want to do anything about it. When I started going out with him this was something I thought he had stopped doing, otherwise I would never have become his girlfriend in the first place. I am convinced he decided he "couldn't be friends" with me any more just so he had another problem to add to his list to tell people, which I guess showed he can't have cared that much about me in the first place. I know I was wrong to sleep with someone else, but after I was there for him so many times and all the trouble he caused me when I was with my previous boyfriend I have just lost patience with him and he can fuck off as far as I'm concerned.

    I know he wants to leave me. It would be such a relief. She wants to leave her husband and they could be happy together. Then I won't have to hear what a fat boring bitch I am.

    I confess! I encouraged my wife to have a sexual affair so she could tell me all the details. She did and it was the most excited I had been in years. Am I crazy? We love each other but I really enjoy her stories. We have incredible sex while she is telling me about her afternoon. How do i encourage her to continue and not make it seem like I'm pushing her away. I know she enjoyed it also.

  • Names have been changed to protect the slutty people in this TRUE story. I am fairly addicted to sex. I watched porn from the time I was 13 or so. My Dad had movies in the basement, Debbie Does Dallas, Nina Hartley movies, etc. I guess my portrayal of women has to do with a lot of going to an all-male high school and seeing women do nothing but screw on videotape. From that period forward I wanted to do absolutely nothing with women but to fuck their brains out. I am different now, I have adjusted. But I still love porn, especially the JM productions Young And Anal series and the Max Hardcore movies. Also, the Cherry Poppers series, and I really want to see the young starlets that are featured in movies distributed by directvideoanddvd.com and sensations.com. The younger the better, with braided pigtails, braces, glasses, and pierced tongues and lips (you know how they make a piercing look like a mole with the stud, like Marilyn Monroe? OOOOOOH yah!!! I want to shoot my load in their mouths and have them squeeze my cum out of their piercing holes, and swish it around in their mouth and drink it!!!) AS LONG AS THEY ARE NINETEEN AND LEGAL (disclaimer).