Little explanation is needed here ..these are confessions that are just plain gross. Maybe a poop accident, or a putrid pee story. Puking your guts out after binge ..you get the idea. No holds barred. If you or someone else got totally grossed out, we want to hear about it!

Piss Faced

I am a 34 year old male ( Robert) and I live common law with a 45 year old woman (Wendy). Wendy has a 4 year old autistic son ( Riley). He is still in diapers.
Wendy was away for a few days visiting her mother in a nearby town. I was taking care of Riley.
On one particular time I was changing his wet diaper and the little bigger pissed in my face. Piss everywhere. He calls me da da but I am not his biological Dad. Wendy said he does that occasionally. I put diaper cream on his bottom and penis and put diaper on him fast as possible. I told him Riley is a bad boy
It was disgusting having piss in my face
My shirt and the blanket under him was saturated.

  • Barefoot People

    I was having a nice lunch at an outdoor restaurant and then I noticed a man sitting with his flip flops off and his leg crossed over with his fingers between his toes.

    He took his fingers up towards his nose and sniffed his fingers and I was like "Bruh No."

    Then he put his hand he used to play with his feet to take a bite of his sandwich as I got up and said "Hell No."

    I left the restaurant, I'm not sitting next to someone like that.

    STINKY C UNTS And ASSHOLES

    I must admit that I like dirty musty stinky c unts. I like to bury my face in a bitches c unt and ass while she is doggie style. I like her to not shower or bathe for 3 days, take a dump and don't wipe and just let me go to town on that nasty c unt and asshole.

    I jerk my cock while licking and sucking on the bitch's dirty c unt and ass and bust a nut quickly like that.

    I like it when they sit on my face and grind away too, even better if the bitch squirts in mouth when she cums.

    I'm a dirty nasty naughty Daddy.

  • One Night I Will Remember Forever

    I was driving back to college in the failing light on Sunday evening. A car coming towards me swerved into my lane, I managed to avoid him, he went past my right fender and hit a tree. There were no other cars around. I went over to the car, the guy was slumped over non responsive, and I noticed he had his pants open and his hand in his lap.

    I left him to go find help. At the next intersection was a gas station and I called emergency. I was asked to wait there. The man in the car was dead. There were only my tire marks on the other side of the road where I stopped. My nightmare started.

    The police suggested that maybe I crossed the line and he swerved into the tree. Small town, I had to give the policeman sexual favors, before I was able to go on to college.

    I know this was before the internet and cell phones. But I'm sure that similar situations still happen.

    I Want What I Had Growing Up, A Home And Family

    Believe it or not I have friends who have turned on me, with hate. Other's have been very gracious. My behavior has split my friend's, I married a man for support and agreed to being the at home wife.

    I'm thirty one. I grew up upper middle class. I went to a small private university. All was well until I gravitated into a lifestyle of druqs and dominant lesbians. Like dirty water circling a drain, I went lower and lower. I was rescued by a high school era friend and dried out at a rehab facility.

    I agreed to marry him, become a wife, and accept a husband. It's not hard for me, I'm naturally submissive to authority. I'm doing everything I can to gain wright to be healthy enough to become pregnant.

    I resent my tattoos. What was I thinking? I have a tattoo that says 'Cunt World'. What was I thinking? I wasn't, it is a tattoo forced on me, by that 'Cunt World'. A badge of honor. A lesbian band my dominant lesbian belonged to.

    My husband 'adopted' me from that world. To his world, in a small house in what was once upon a time a suburb and is now close in, tree lined streets, a neighborhood in recovery. Gentrification. I am working with a nutritionist, my target weight is thirty pounds away. I really do want to make my family. Once I'm healthy enough for it.

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    My Intolerance To Pride Was Born From What Pride Has Become

    This is Pride month. Once upon a time I participated in Pride. At a Pride event in Seattle I witnessed behavior that left me cold inside. It was disgusting, how could rational human beings behave like that. The applause from those present, including the woman I was there with, froze me. I walked away in a cold sweat, trembling. I was accused if being intolerant.

    It was the breaking point for me. I left without speaking to her, taking my 'papers' and grandmother's necklace (which she had pawned without telling me), a bag of clothes and went home to reconstruct myself. It was beyond painful, lonely is a generous word, depressed, there was no light in that world.

    Two years later, I was not able to work, I met a man who I curiously could talk to. He was everything I once hated. But now I couldn't get enough of. This man understood me, and opened the curtains and let the light in. I married him, in a Catholic ceremony, with a full Mass and all the trimmings. I was expectant before I knew it, settled down to make a home and family. The year was 2013.

    It was last year during a women's Bible study that I met her. She is younger by a decade. All my defenses were missing, I cheated with her. I begged forgiveness. I am penitent. My husband is not pleased, a generous word, but he forgave me.

    I cannot in good faith in any form accept Pride, or what it stands for. Maybe fifty years ago it was well meaning, but not any more. It is the month I cannot identify with. I am intolerant, I accept that. I have children, I have to protect them from Pride and what it stands for.

    She Said The Coast Was Clear

    Hooked up with this chick at a music festival last year. She was originally just gonna suck my dick but she asked if I’d fuck her

    So I’m fucking her tight wet pussy then she asks me to fuck her ass. How could I say no.

    It was dark out and there was no lights. I shot my load in her ass then pulled my underwear and shorts back up.

    As I’m driving home an hour later I stop at a rest area to take a piss. I walk up to the urinal. I open my pants and it definitely reeks of butt sex.

    I pulled my foreskin back to piss and my head had poop on it. All I could say was oh fuck. I kinda laughed to myself because in the moment it was funny. No one else was there thankfully.

    I cleaned my dick off with wet paper towels then headed home

    A few days later my head was red and itchy. So I went to the doctor. He pulls my foreskin back and says have you had sex recently. So I told him yes and I didn’t get to wash right after sex. I got an infection from shit under my foreskin

  • Sex Games Are Not For Sissys.

    I had a supervisor who was sleeping with the CEO. She wasn't pretty, but he really liked her and everybody knew it. She helped me get a promotion with a raise. She and I went to lunch yo celebrate, she told me he liked playing with her. I asked her if she meant head games and she said no, sex games. We spent the rest of the lunch describing our fantasy sex game. I told her one day I wanted to be taken without permission, used like a street whore, left behind crying. We laughed, she assured me that was a stup!d fantasy.

    A year later a man came to work in the company. He became abusive with me, and he made me have sex in the drafting room after hours. He walked away from me and left me half naked. My supervisor walked in on me, while I was getting dressed again. Well, is this what you wanted? I didn't remember.

    It was many months later before I told her I really never meant for that to happen to me. I never wanted to play sex games again.