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Anything Goes
If you can't quite figure out where to put your confession, then this might be just the place!

Did you do something wild on your trip to Europe? Do you fantasize about your therapist ..or your patients? Do you park in handicapped parking spaces? Did you steal a pack of gum from the grocery store? Need to get something off your chest, something you did or something someone did to you? Tell us all here at Anything Goes.

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  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Okay here goes, I was dating this guy from my college and after three weeks of dating him i found out that i didn't have feeling for him. Plus i think he is gay and he just doesn't know it yet. but i was still friends with him but after what happened the other day i am not even sure i want to be that anymore. he told my best friend while i was in class that he wanted to fuck her and then have her fuck him up the ass with a toy. now i am sorry but that is messed up ok. I just seem to attract wackos. and it is driveing me crazy for once i would like a nice stable guy who is not a wack job... i mean to say that to my best friend who by the way is married and then tell her not to tell me that is just crazy.. and now she is really wierded out and i am too. I want to tell the guy to go away but i already broke up with him once should i let my best friend tell him to leave me alone like she wants too.

    #467 — Comments (1) — Jul 9, 2003 at 11:30 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove It.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    i have a problem with guys and their pants. i like wrangler jeans because the leave nothing to the imagination, which i have none of. you see, all the guys at my school wear these pants that have enough fabric to complete a complete orange couch. as you can see, i'm encredibly off-balance. i find both men and women attractive, but i am really turned on by cows. i dream of cows in my sleep; bulls, heffers, calves, and in some cases large dogs ( i don't know if that's even related to this problem). i think my obssesion with cows is what lead me to love tight jeans, cows are so...naked. i have to go now, my sister/uncle/cousin is coming to help us slaughter the pig.

    sincerely,

    Jesus

    #458 — Comments (3) — Jul 7, 2003 at 8:56 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove It.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I am going in for this interview at this club that a friend of mine set up for me. She didn't say what kinda club it was but that the job was for a bartender so i didn't hink it woul dbe that bad. I tried to dress nice. i had on a skirt and a nice blouse. the skirt was denim with a slit up the front ans rhinestones on the pockets nothing to fancy. The blouse was silver and silk with no sleeves. i figured i looked nice. it is 10a.m. in the morning and the lady said that she would be there doing invetnory so i could come in and see her.Well i get tehre and the place looks ok from the outside but once i get inside I understtand that it is a kinda strip club. I wish my friend was here so that i could strangle him. The lady must have saw me come in cause she said " You Shadow." I told her "Yes." Then she looked me up and down and laughed. "Girl, if you wanna work here you need to change your look. I don't think this job is right for you." I had a hard time holding myself in check. "Yeah well thanks anyway" "No problems" She laughs her self in to the back. I walk outside with my shades on and thank god noone is around to see me here. I stand there for a minute trying to get my composure back. I hear a motorcycle, a Harley. Someone is coming. I wipe my eyes cause i don't want anyone to see me crying i don't cry. I walk toward my truck when the bike stops in front of me. "Hey you okay" says a very deep sexy voice. I shake my head and say "Yes" I go to walk around the bike but he says "ARe you sure you were standing there for a while.""So what may be i was taking in the sights or thinking. What the hell does it matter to you?" He takes of his helmet and looks at me those pierceing green eyes and says "Take a ride with me." "What" i ask. " I asked if you would take a ride with me it will help your problem." "No Thanks" "Come on. Your not scared are you." "No i'm not scared." I stand there defiant but i make one big mistake i look into those big green eyes of his and the next thing i know i'm climbing on the back of his harley. "I'm not really dressed for this." "It's okay i don't mind." he says as his eyes move down to whre my skirt is riding up.
    TO BE CONTUIED......

    #454 — Comments (0) — Jul 6, 2003 at 12:33 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove It.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    my conffesion is that i just got out of a relationship of 3 years about 4 months ago. i told this man i was involved with after we broke up that i had cheated on him cuz he had said he had cheated on me. i was just pissed. i always thought in the back of my mind he was cheating, and sure enough he was. he was cheating on me with a 17 year old girl that had a baby, somethimes i wonder if that baby was his. i asked him and he said no but i dont know. anyway, i feel bad for lying and i know i shouldnt have but he hurt me. thats all!

    #453 — Comments (0) — Jun 25, 2003 at 7:25 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove It.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    i sold it all rings,pendents,fathers rings everything. i can't beleive i did it. it's killin me but the devils rock gets you all the time. talks to you makes you want it and more and more and more................

    #445 — Comments (1) — Jun 10, 2003 at 11:41 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove It.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My mom steals handfulls of pens like when we go to the doctor or somewhere. She takes them all! Sometimes scissors or tape too!! LOL.

    #441 — Comments (5) — Jun 6, 2003 at 9:31 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove It.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    This isn't a confession, but...
    CHARTER PIPELINE SUCKS!!!!

    #429 — Comments (1) — Jun 2, 2003 at 11:24 AM — That's Juicy! (2) Remove It.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    My name is Kareen, I'm 32 years old and have spent 16 of those years enjoying the delights of a full bladder. Ever since a school coach trip that lasted somewhat longer than it should have done, I have realised that I can get really turned on if my bladder is full to bursting. Until recently, I wasn't really into wetting myself and if it did happen, it was only ever a little bit, not enough for people to see. Just the desperation was enough. But as the years passed I became ever more daring with my self inflicted desperation scenarios until I was regularly putting myself in situations where I might very well have wet myself in public view - but it never happened until last summer……
    Me and a guy from my office went to the V2001 concert. The weather wasn't that great but we enjoyed ourselves wandering around watching various bands on the different stages and drinking the odd beer or three. Mike had also brought some dope and we smoked a few spliffs and I found myself getting really quite blotto. I'd already been caught out by the inevitable line for the loos and had pushed my bladder to its limits hanging on at least twice during the afternoon but I had managed to retain control. Indeed, Mike commented on my apparent iron bladder as he had had to go twice as often as me. Anyway, it was getting dark and there was a pause before the Red Hot Chili Peppers came on as headline act and I thought I'd better pee beforehand. But the line was horrendous so I met up with Mike after he had peed and he was surprised that I'd finished before him. I explained that I couldn't be bothered with the long line and I'd just have to put my ‘iron bladder' to the test. He laughed and told me I'd regret it and he was of course right. About half way through their set, I realised that I was getting really quite desperate and despite enjoying it immensely, I was willing them to finish. They finally did but Mike pointed out that they would do an encore for sure. I grimaced and clenched my thighs together even tighter. He asked if I would be alright and I replied that I would just have to be because I wasn't going miss any of the ‘Peppers' set. Well they did two encores and I was now reaching my limit. The waistband of my jeans was digging into my swollen abdomen and I was glad to be able to jig along to the music to help stay in control. Finally they finished and of course thousands of people started to make for the exits - and the toilets. I can't believe I had been so stupid but I'd got myself into this predicament and I'd just have to get myself out of it. The lines were even longer than earlier and we checked out several toilet blocks but they were all as bad. Mike had peed already and suggested I go pee in the trees. There were already several other desperate women and a few lazy men among the trees but my prim and proper middle class upbringing wouldn't allow me to join them. I was quite simply too embarrassed and kept my place in the long line. Mike stood to one side and almost seemed to be enjoying not only my desperation but also several other girls who appeared to be nearing their bladder's limits. A few places in front of me, there was a shriek and a woman in her twenties hobbled off towards the trees but I could see she had already started to lose control and half way there she just stopped dead and despite the dark I could tell that she had lost all control and was fully wetting herself. Her friend looked even more embarrassed than her and I looked across to see Mike engrossed in the scene unfolding before him and he had one hand in his pocket and seemed to be enjoying himself. By this time I had resorted to openly thrusting one hand into my crotch with my legs tightly crossed over it in an effort to keep my gusset dry. Mike returned his gaze to me and I beckoned him over. I told him there was no way I would be able to hang on to the end of the line and we still had to get the bus back to the train station so we should walk in that direction and maybe there were some toilets on the way. He agreed and I hobbled along with him holding one arm to support me as I was slightly stooped. I had undone the top button of my jeans but I could tell it was going to be to no avail as I felt a little spurt escape from my overtired bladder muscle. I stopped dead and groaned in dismay and Mike asked if there was anything he could do and I asked him to pretend this wasn't happening. But it really was happening and I had reached the point of no return. We were by now out of the site itself and could see the line for the buses - it looked like it went on forever but over to one side was a small cluster of portaloos and only a handful of people waiting. Salvation I cried and we dashed as best we could towards them. I joined the shortest line with only two girls in front of me but as soon as I stopped a new wave of desperation swept through my abdomen and another spurt, bigger this time, escaped and I felt wetness against the hand between my legs. I groaned again and despite clenching every muscle as hard as I could I was unable to stem the flow. I was in absolute agony, both physical and psychological as I realised I was going to lose control, in public and with a male work colleague standing right next to me. I just could not hold on any longer and the steady dribble suddenly became a torrent and I jumped up and down in sheer frustration at my inability to control my bladder. I cried uncontrollably as I looked down and saw the wet stain engulfing my thighs and down below my knees even. Such was the force with which my pent up pee came out that a steady stream was running straight down from my crotch. Mike just stood there agog but couldn't hide his excitement and as I regained my composure I asked him if he'd actually enjoyed what I'd just done. It was dark but I was quite sure that he blushed as he stuttered that he couldn't possibly have obtained any enjoyment from my misfortune but his bulge told me something else. I had a long and embarrassing journey home in my wet jeans but I also felt turned on. I was amazed at the sensations going through my body and when we got back to London, I asked Mike if he would accompany me all the way home and stay over if he wanted. We both had the next day off which was just as well really as it was gone 3 a.m. by then. He sheepishly agreed and we got a cab to where I live. I got changed out of my still wet jeans and pants and put on my dressing gown and we sat and drank coffee and smoked gear until we couldn't keep our eyes open any longer. I asked him for a truthful answer to my earlier question and he sheepishly confessed that he wasn't just aroused by what he saw but had actually come in his pants. I told him that I knew that there were men who enjoyed that sort of thing and I confessed to enjoying having an overfull bladder but I had very rarely wet myself and certainly hadn't done anything like that night before but I too was very turned on. His eyes lit up and I let my dressing gown fall open, inviting him to satisfy me and - well let's just say, he didn't let me down. That was 18 months ago and Mike and I now live together and spend our free time dreaming up more and more daring full bladder escapades but I've ramble on enough for now so I'll tell you another time…..

    #426 — Comments (0) — Jun 2, 2003 at 10:11 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove It.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I hav a question, i know it isnt a confession, but what is so "sexy" about piss????

    #414 — Comments (10) — May 29, 2003 at 1:20 AM — That's Juicy! (3) Remove It.
  • — Anything Goes —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Are you more likely to have sex with a guy who is sexually persuasive/seductive,smooth talker,discrete about his own intentions, or would you be more likely to have sex with a guy who can come right out and politely&confidently tell you that he wants to take you to bed? Any examples? (lets assume here that he's attractive either way)

    #412 — Comments (5) — May 27, 2003 at 10:02 AM — That's Juicy! (1) Remove It.
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