This happened a while ago and I'm going to call her Louise. She worked part time hours on the shop floor while I worked in the delivery and warehouse department, and this story covers several events over a few months.

Louise was in her twenties, she was around 5' 6, slim with an attractive figure. She had gorgeous below shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, a particular favourite of mine. She wasn't particularly attractive in her looks. She was pale skinned and her face showed signs of light freckles. She had a long thin nose supplemented with soft blue eyes spoiled by unattractive glasses but she wasn't ugly.

Louise was the shy quiet type who had a small circle of friends and more often than not, had her nose in a book when not working and in the main kept herself to herself and gave an impression of mystery and innocents that made her desirable.

We had always got on well together and spent a few minutes chatting, I always complimented her with comments like, "Hi babe you look good today", and, called her 'Honey or ginge' amongst other niceties. She always responded with a genuine appreciative smile and flicked her eyebrows at me if I flirted at her.

One afternoon she'd come down to the warehouse to collect some items for the shop, we hadn't finished loading the cage, I told her to take a seat, she smiled as she sat on a high stool and watched us as we found and loaded the items. Cage full my co-worker pushed it towards the lift as I gathered the last few soft items.

Louise twisted round on the stool to face me as I sat at the desk and keyed in details of the items on the computer. Out the corner of my eye I could see up her skirt, I turned slightly towards her and nodded towards the printer, she slid to the edge of the stool unaware the back of her skirt had caught and had ridden up and I could see her knickers.

She made it worse by leaning forwards and spreading her legs slightly as she waited to take the print out. She was looking at the printer and unaware I was admiring her pussy lips pressed against her panties and a few golden hairs sticking out. My cock was swelling as I studied her pussy wondering how that would taste and how many cocks it had been treated to.

Thankfully she didn't notice where my eyes were or my rapidly growing stalk that was poking up the front of my trousers. She took the print out and smiled slipping off the stool and picked up a couple of items. I too picked up the last bit and followed behind Louise. We were almost at the lift door when she dropped something. She immediately bent over to pick it up, but it was already too late, only a step behind I slammed into her, my stalk poking her in the general direction of somewhere it shouldn't.

My momentum slammed Louise head first towards the lift doors, my reactions were quick, and instantly I grabbed at her hips and pulled her back. As I pulled her back, my stalk pressed into her pussy again. She pressed back on it and grabbed my side and as she straightened pressed herself against me more making my cock stiffer, if deliberate or accidental I didn't know.
She turned her head round and said in a slightly distasteful tone, "Is that what I think it is?"
There was no point denying it, "Yes so sorry, you're a sexy woman and you often get me like this, especially when."
I stopped myself from saying anything more. She picked up the stuff she'd dropped and turned to face me straightening up, "No need to apologise, but when, what?"

I hadn't meant to blurt that out, but I had and I knew I had to say something. I hesitated looking at her wondering what I could say to get out of this situation.
Louise raised her eyebrows and stared at me, "Go on, say anything you like I won't be offended."
Feeling my face beginning to burn, I admitted, "When you wear your hair in plaits, you look so horny and innocent I get all sorts of thoughts."

"What sort of thoughts?" she asked with naivety.
"Um, you know, dirty ones, things I'd like to do to you" I guilty admitted.
"And what would you do to me?" she asked now in full control of herself and the situation.
"I would eat your pussy until you couldn't take any more."
She jolted and her face started to redden. She said nothing and her face got redder as I continued, "Then give you a good seeing too you sexy bitch that you'll drip for a week."
I smelt a very strong odour as she stood slightly shaking in front of me, she looked very embarrassed and turned away as the lift noisily stopped and the doors glided open. She walked into the lift and looked at me as the doors shut and for the moment the situation was over.

I stood there thinking I'd gone too far caught up in the moment, I felt horrible. I'd upset Louise and she had every right to report me. I wanted to put things right, but she appeared to be avoiding me, or so it seemed, but in reality, when I thought about it, it was just the way it was.

By pure chance, a number of events that Saturday led to fun at the end of the day. First, Louise had come into work hung-over and her line manager didn't want her on the shop floor so instructed her to work with me. She was in her uniform and had her hair in plaits, she looked gorgeous but paler than usual and obviously suffering, I smiled at her telling her I'd look after her. I was relieved when she managed a smile and thanked me.

There was a lot of stuff to take over to the Depot so I took Louise over first and left her to snooze for the best part of the morning while I and help from a weekender, loaded the van and got all the unwanted shop fittings and related items moved over. We had taken a large amount of soft furnishings over too.

Louise had managed to start putting stuff away that we'd dumped on our first few trips and most of it was done by the time we went back to the store for lunch. She looked so much better after lunch and there was something about her when I told her the young weekend lad had finished his shift.

We drove back over to the depot and on the way I apologised for upsetting her, and she said she wasn't upset and that she had been flattered and turned on a bit. Our conservation led onto personal questions, Louise was a little embarrassed but answered willingly and I found out quite a lot about her. I found out she'd only had one lover, never been licked, he didn't like doing that and usually it was a straight in and out once a week if she was lucky. I felt sorry for her and told her so.

She was all smiles as we worked and chatted more, I called her babe, ginge and honey. She seemed to like the attention. Then another store arrived to borrow our van and would be a couple of hours. We were nearly all done but had to wait for it to come back.

We had finished, I flicked off most of the main lights leaving just a few dim lamps on in the depot and called out to Louise. She'd been up by the giant bean bags, thankfully she was still there and I made my way to her.
Louise sat down on the bean bag and relaxed, I sat next to her and both of us slumped against the wall. In the semi-darkness, we sat chatting and I noted Louise kept rubbing her neck. I offered to give her a massage that she accepted. She shuffled forward and I knelt behind her.

Seeing her plaited hair and catching the smell of her deodorant caused a stir in my trousers as my hands slid onto her neck and began soothing her aches. She groaned and leaned forwards slightly. Towering above her, my hands worked expertly and slid inside her blouse and worked on her shoulders and base of her neck.

She was relaxed and slumped forwards, I pulled her back and could see down her three buttoned blouse and her breasts. Her breasts were bigger than I'd first thought.

My cock swelled more and my mind went into overdrive. My right hand slid down her front under her blouse while my left continue massaging her neck. I leaned forwards kissing her neck and at the same time my hand groped her breast.

Louise grumbled as I kissed her neck and pulled her against me sliding my left hand over her shoulder, my fingers pulled her blouse open and both hands pulled her breasts out of her bra. They were big and firm and my fingers squished and pulled them playfully.

Louise whimpered, "We shouldn't do this."
"Want me to stop?"
"I don't know." She replied relaxing more.
I continued, sucking on her neck and having a good feel of her breasts. I worked a hand around her side and under her arm and onto her stomach. I pulled her skirt up exposing her knickers and rubbed on her groin feeling her soft pubic mound.

Louise squeezed her thighs together and brushed my hand away, I tried a second time with the same result. Kissing her neck I move up to her ear and whisper, "Do you know what that is?" licking her ear.
"Yes your tongue." She answers breathing heavier.

"You know what I want to do with it and you do want to experience it don't you."

She sat forward and gripping her knickers and leaning back and lifting her buttocks pushed her knickers down and pulled them off and put them into a pocket in her skirt. She looked round at me, "Not going to tell anybody about this."
"No!" I reassured her.

Louise shuffled forwards and lay on her back as I moved out and stood on the floor by her feet. Her face was one of excited anticipation and she had a smug grin. She raised her knees watching me intently as I knelt at her feet. She smiles guiltily and spreads her thighs pulling her skirt up giving me full access to her pussy.

I inspect her pussy, she stiffens slightly as my hands, slide up the inside of her thighs, and she gasps for breath as the tip of my tongue laps her slit delicately. I lap every inch, slipping upwards causing her to moan. My thumbs prise her lips open and I push my tongue between them. I lick her inner walls and she begins to shake uncontrollably as I tongue her clitoris.

She grinds her hips in small circular movements and her eyes are closed tight and she is softly moaning. I suck on her clit and lick her inners hard, she begins to buck and shake moaning as I bring her to her point. Her thighs and legs spasm as her pussy squirts. She is very wet so I push two fingers inside her and finger fucks her for a while.

I return to sucking and licking hard, sucking on the lips and soft flesh inside her pussy and flicking over her clit with a finger tip. She is groaning and bucking wildly and she cums a second time and already, her juices trickle from her pussy causing a wet patch on the inside of the rear of her skirt.

She relaxes again and I continue my sucking and licking routine urged on by her sweet smelling pussy. Quickly she starts to buck and strains to keep her legs apart. I quickly grab them and keep them open and push my tongue deeper in her. She shakes violently and moans loudly as her pussy explodes for a third time.


More juice trickles from her pussy. I sit up for a moment to take a breath. She looks happy and has a grin on her face. I dive straight back in licking even harder and by the groans, she is getting pleasure. She bucks again and grinds her hips with excitement as I build her up again. Very quickly she explodes again and pushes me away.

She relaxes straightening her legs out and pushes her skirt down grinning smugly. I kneel looking at her with my heart thumping madly and my cock pushing up against my jeans painfully.

She pushes up on her elbows looking at me with a dirty grin and sucks in a lip while I think about what I want to do next. Louise sits up completely and pulls her knickers out her pocket and starts to pull them on.

"Wanna fuck?" I blurt out.
Her eyes sparkle and she smiles guiltily and nods in agreement. She quickly discards her underwear and glasses and lifts her skirt raising her knees and spreading her thighs lying down again. She seems fascinated as she watches me stand and quickly drop my jeans and shorts. Her eyes fixed on my cock as it swings from side to side and bounces up and down as I first pull on a condom then manoeuvre down towards her.

My cock is a little less than nine inches and the girth is quite thick. Louise looks at it and sits up for a moment, "You're bigger than him, just go easy with me."

I climb on top of her and hold my cock in a hand, I start rubbing the head against her lips and her body shudders as I push the head along the length of her pussy lips. To her obvious delight, I push the head into her pussy an inch. She feels a bit tight and grunts as I stretch her open.

I pull back and slowly go deeper, her pussy is wet, making it easier and I push all the way in. Our pubic bones touch and I ease back and start thrusting with slow steady pace. Very quickly her pussy pulses and squirts, I increase pace starting to bang into her.

I pull back and pause, then thrust in rapidly, then stop and grind down into her. I keep up the routine increasing pace until I am fucking her harder and harder and, my balls banging against her. She braces herself and holds on to me as I bang her into the bean bags.


She noisily climaxes again so I ease to a stop and pull out, she looks at me with a curious expression, I grab her arm and pull at her, "Your turn slut, sit on my cock."

She doesn't hesitate and quickly moves out the way as I sit on the edge of the bean bags. She climbs over me and holding my cock she sits on my lap and guides my cock back inside her pussy. My hands grope her breasts and I look into her face as she rides my cock slowly at first.

I call her dirty filthy names that stir her and she rides me quicker and quicker and her pussy is dripping and I can feel it around my groin. Then the condom broke.
"Oh fuck Lou stop."
She stops showing concern, "Why what am I doing wrong?"
"Nothing babe but it's broke."
"What has?"
"Condom split!" I inform her with concern and panic.

"Oh, I thought it felt different." She slipped off me and inspected the tattered remains and pulls it off. She had a dirty smile on her face as she mounted me again. Feeling her wet pussy sliding down my cock was a fantastic feeling but I was concerned and surprised.

"Honey, I might not be able?" I started but she put her hand on my mouth.
"Never done it bare", she said, starting to thrust down my cock with quickening pace, "It feels so nice, and I guess it's okay if I get spunky."

"Oh, you naughty sexy bitch," I groaned grabbing her hips and pulling her onto my stiff cock and nuzzling her breasts. She rode my cock hard and quick but soon slowed with exhaustion and finally to an abrupt halt.

She smiled with appreciation and slid off, her wetness dripped down inside her thighs. She stood breathing heavily looking at me; I stood and demanded she get on her knees. She quickly took up position and holding on to the bean bags looked round at me and I slid her skirt up and worked my cock back into her pussy.

She was so wet my cock went in deep, she grunted loudly, I hammered her hard banging her forwards, she was bent right over her face buried in the bean bags and her arse up in the air, I was banging her upwards and calling her all the dirty names I could, she loved every minute. I grabbed her hair and wrapped her plaits around my hand pulling her up on to all fours and really hammered her until she was supporting herself against the back wall.

I knew it was coming, I grabbed a hip and shoved in deep, my cock pumped cum deep inside her, and she whimpered excitedly and remained still while I drained my fluid in her. My spent cock slipped limply out of her soaking pussy. Cum dripped out of her as I sat back on my bent knees. Louise relaxed on the bean bags and then turned over and sat sorting her bra out and re-buttoning her blouse. She found her glasses and knickers and inspected her messy pussy.

"Wow, that was really nice, thank you, but please don't tell anyone what a slut I've been."
"Of course I won't."
She went off to the toilet and returned a while later looking more innocent than she ever did.

Comments

Anonymous

by Anonymous on Mar 20, 2018 at 1:28 PM

Did it really take you all those years just to write this? You do have one hell of an imagination. Must have been watching too many porno movies. They will do it to you!

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by Anonymous on Mar 20, 2018 at 2:06 PM

I said at the beginning a while ago. A while shouldn't indicate years.

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by Anonymous on Mar 20, 2018 at 6:26 PM

You do understand that there are other places for short stories. This site is for confessions. You want to write bullshit porn stories? Try literotica for example.

Confessions are about real life incidents, events or occurences you have experienced yourself. They belong here.

Short stories based to your fantasies are not confessions and they do not belong here!

Learn the difference, idiot!

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by Anonymous on Mar 21, 2018 at 3:55 PM

As the author of this article, I can assure you I fully understand that this site is SEX CONFESSIONS. Despite your lame attempt to educate, I know the difference between fantasy, imagination and real life events.
You have a choice, you believe it or you don't.
I don't care either way but I would recommend you get a life.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Mar 22, 2018 at 3:55 PM

I don't believe it. I don't even have to read it fully to KNOW that your story is only a work of your imagination.

Have you ever listened when people tell someone about their genuine experiences?

Do they use bullshit sentences like this: "Kissing her neck I move up to her ear and whisper "Do you know what that is?" licking her ear.
"Yes your tongue." She answers breathing heavier."

Breathing heavier? Really? People rarely tell what other people said, and they never explain how they said it unless it have some special meaning, underlining the message. And now YOU are trying to tell us that you could somehow remember whole discussion from word to word and HOW you two said it.

I not only have a life, but I have shitload of experience under my belt too to know what kind of bullshit storyteller you are.

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by Anonymous on Mar 23, 2018 at 7:48 AM

As the author of the article I indicated you have a choice. You have made that choice and that's entirely up to you. Following your comments, I feel I now have reason to respond in similar fashion.

First you wrongly came to the assumption that my post was years old when I gave no indication other than a while, that was your first mistake.
If you look up the definition of a while ago, you might actually learn something and will give you an insight of the meaning: It can mean a day, a week, a couple of months or, possibly, even a couple of years.

Next your grammar and word construction in my opinion indicates that you're of limited intelligence because what you say, doesn't make a lot of sense, like :

*Breathing heavier? Really? People rarely tell what other people said, and they never explain how they said it unless it have some special meaning, underlining the message.*
Breathing heavier is a reaction not a verbal comment, or didn't you know that?


Your considered opinion on what people say or do is just that, your opinion based no doubt on your own misgivings. I have listened to people talking about many things and on various subjects who gave details on exactly what happened and what was said and how people reacted.

Your sexual experiences in my opinion must be very limited if you do not know how people react to certain things. It is obvious that the lady concerned had very limited sexual experience and had you read the post in full, you would have discovered early on she'd never experienced oral, so my tongue in her ear had a special meaning for her of what I wanted to do with it and therefore she reacted to it. I can not state with any accuracy how someones emotions really are, I can only judge by the reactions and make up my own mind.

: Your comment:
And now YOU are trying to tell us that you could somehow remember whole discussion from word to word and HOW you two said it.

I never indicated any conversations were word for word, again that is your assumption. People with intelligence understand that conversation takes place and even if not accurate or complete, something of similar nature took place.
On your second point: I have this natural ability to understand what type of mood somebody is in and what tone or emotion they displayed if different from their normal behaviour. Therefore, slamming into the back of someone would naturally produce a change in mood and because of what that led too. I don't walk into somebody with a hard dick every day so the event is remembered for being out the ordinary, any one with a working brain should know that.
Of course the girl was highly delighted having a blokes hard on pushed somewhere unexpected, embarrassing for me as well as her and I chose the word distasteful when she spoke, I could easily have chosen upset, displeased or even angrily. All those could describe her reaction. But again, out the ordinary so a point that was remembered.
Another a point, is the split condom, any normal person would automatically be concerned but I take it you wouldn't be. I know how I voiced my concerns so please don't even try to tell me I don't know how I said something. And, I know how the lady reacted, she wasn't concerned, I just happened to be there don't forget and the resulting end result is something that wouldn't be easily forgotten either.

Unlike yourself, I have quite a good brain and a memory span so can recall many events and conversations and how people reacted. From your comments it is quite clear you have no experience of sexual behaviours so I would highly recommend experiencing it before making any comments to the contrary.
I don't care how other people write their posts, those that I've read tend to be boring. I have written mine giving the scenes and setting the mood because that's how I remember them and remembered because it is an out the ordinary situation.

As for you, I think your just a sad person who does watch too much porno, perhaps experiencing life might help you a lot.

I don't care either way what experience you claim to have, you lack knowledge of sexual behaviour for a start and clearly have limited intelligence and fail to understand that people do have brain powers well in advance of yours and can recall events easily.
I guess your brain is too filled up with shit and porn.

Do have a nice day and don't bother replying, I'd prefer someone with intelligence to discus things with.

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by Anonymous on Mar 24, 2018 at 4:38 PM

You just don't get it and your desperate tries to insult me just won't work.

I don't care WHAT you wrote. For me, you might as well wrote about you fucking a giant snow monster. The problem here is HOW you wrote it. That is what shows everyone that you are a liar.

You have wrote your "confession" like a short story or a book is written. You write exact sentences and reactions which describe it.

Try to compare your bullshit story with your recent comment and see the difference HOW you described your opinion.

I didn't deny you can't remember many past events. I only said how people, who are telling real life experiences from their past, are NOT telling them like you did. Because unlike you, they are not trying to write a short story or book, but they are trying to tell people what happened!

"I don't care how other people write their posts"

You should. You might learn something. Like I said, I have experienced this life a lot more than you have. One day when you have as much experience as I have, you will remember this conversation and have a shameful laugh how hard you tried to prove your point and how pointless it was. Don't feel ashamed then, just be happy that you learned something.

By the way, I wrote the comments #3 and #5, not #1.

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by Anonymous on Mar 25, 2018 at 8:33 AM

Thank you very much for you comments.
I wasn't going to bother with any reply, but I do feel the need.
First I'm not desperate, as I indicated I replied to you in similar fashion including the insults.

So your problem is how I wrote it, the real reason me thinks.
With a smile on my face, I have to inform you that I, already indicated that I've read posts by others and found them boring with very little substance giving very little information. Why don't you read and inwardly digest I ask, shaking my head at your inabilities.

Oozing with delight, I have to make the point that:

The way I write something doesn't prove one way or another if it is a lie.
The way something I written, doesn't prove it is a lie one way or another.
A lie one way or another can not be proven by the way I write it.

With a grin, I delightfully have to tell you that I have always been taught to write giving as much information as possible, so I wrote it as a story so what ?
I painfully have to inform you yet again, and with a sneer that I have heard many a conservation on many subjects passed over in many formats and different ways. Some give basic details, others the full scene.

How about this from a mate involved in a car crash. I felt my stomach tighten and the sweat pour off me as the car went through the barrier and started to roll over. Jean (his wife) screamed out loudly in panic as the car rolled onto her side and slid for some distance, we held each other as loud bangs and crunching filled our ears. When it stopped, we were both thankful we got out alive and stood shaking uncontrollably waiting for the emergency services.

Others would say, the car went through the barrier and rolled over, scared the shit out of me and the missus.

Do you get the point, people says things differently and it is clear, YOU obviously need to pay more attention or get out more. You can't be that thick to know people describe things in many different ways, but maybe you are ?



And another fucking point, correct me if I'm wrong, but Aren't your comments made up of exact sentences, I ask flabbergasted and with disbelief.


You wrote : Like I said, I have experienced this life a lot more than you have.:

It is quite clear you haven't, you display no knowledge of sexual behaviour, don't understand that people present things differently and you can't even remember what you wrote even when it is printed in white on black.

Let me bring you up to date: From comment 5* And now YOU are trying to tell us that you could somehow remember whole discussion from word to word and HOW you two said it.

My reply from comment 6* Unlike yourself, I have quite a good brain and a memory span so can recall many events and conversations and how people reacted.

Your comment from 7* I didn't deny you can't remember many past events.

Yes you did, comment 5* says so, and you even admit comment *5 is yours *By the way, I wrote the comments #3 and #5, not #1*

So you've proven yourself as a liar and in print and hung yourself and I am laughing at you quite loudly. As I said, you lack intelligence and trying to gain points but have burnt yourself. Ha Ha Ha.

I can't prove if the events took place, but you can't prove they didn't, your only evidence is the way it was presented, don't call people liars unless you have solid evidence and proof, you don't have that you moron. You don't like the way it was presented is your only case based on how others put theirs. How fucking childish you are.



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by Anonymous on Mar 25, 2018 at 1:41 PM

The author again..
I wanted to ask you a couple of questions, but I think they may be difficult for you to comprehend.
The first one, did you read the criteria at the top of the submission page ?

And the answer to that is:
Option one : No I didn't bother reading that
Option Two : Yes I read it but I'm so tucking fhick I couldn't understand what it means.
Option three: Yes I read it, I understand it, but just being an arsehole.

For your educational lesson today if your in group 1 or 2 I shall enlighten you : Before you start!

You have 25000 characters to confess with, so feel free to explore your "literary genius" by using lots of juicy detail in your confession.
Also, please don't forget to use PARAGRAPHS, ...we don't want to go blind attempting to read your confession. -Thanks!

I will give you homework, look up the words "literary genius".
And you get a extra mark if you can work out what *using lots of juicy detail in your confession* means.

I rest my case numbskull.

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by Anonymous on Mar 25, 2018 at 4:56 PM

Wow, you are really trying hard to guide the discussion into another route to hide the fact HOW you are lying.

Don't you understand that I do not care WHAT you have experienced. I do not care if you have licked her ear or ass or if she have liked it or not.

Only way to spot a liar is HOW you have wrote your bullshit story.

Let me quote your friend: "I felt my stomach tighten and the sweat pour off me as the car went through the barrier and started to roll over. Jean (his wife) screamed out loudly in panic as the car rolled onto her side and slid for some distance, we held each other as loud bangs and crunching filled our ears. When it stopped, we were both thankful we got out alive and stood shaking uncontrollably waiting for the emergency services."

Maybe that story is true or not, but it SOUNDS true because that is the way people usually tell about their real life experiences. They can describe their feelings like happines or fears and what happened.

Read it carefully. Where in the fuck there is a sentence where him and his wife were having a full dicsussion with full sentences like you have added into your bullshit story? WHERE? Nowhere because people are not telling about their real life experiences like that.

Does this sound real to you? This is the way you are telling about your "experiences."


"Hey, do you have the grocery store list with you?" I moaned with a dick in my hand wanting desperately to tell my fantasy to others.

"No. Oh no, I forgot it. OH NOOO!!!" she screamed like a banshee.

"Whoa, watch out that lying bastard over there" I could heard her leaning towards me.

Suddenly I felt myself stepping on to the gas pedal and my car rushed towards the side of the road. "ROAARRR" said the little engine.

I felt my stomach tighten and the sweat pour off me as the car went through the barrier and started to roll over.

"YEAAAAHHHRrgrgregr... ." my wife screamed out loud in panic as the car rolled onto her side. "Be careful my love" I moaned, as my car slid for some distance. "I want to fuck with you when this is over" I whispered in her ear as we held each other in a warm embrace as loud bangs and crunching filled our ears only to stop suddenly.

"Thank you lord" we said in chorus. "Thank you LORD" we whispered, being thankful we got out alive and stood shaking uncontrollably waiting for the emergency services.

"I wish YOU would had remember to get that list." I heard her complaining with a sly twinkle in her eye.

"Now that was a adventure to be told" she began to laugh as I slid my cock in her and pounded her ass.


If you think "juicy detail" means adding whole discussion and trying to convince people how you remember the WHOLE FUCKING DISCUSSION, then you are really fucking stupid. If you really remember whole discussions for example from yesterday, then you are quite possibly autistic, and by your output, I wouldn't be surprised.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Mar 26, 2018 at 3:17 AM

Hey thanks again for your comments:
Not trying to guide anything away from anything actually, just pointing out the facts.
You think i'm lying and that's fair enough, but you make a lot of accusations and derogatory comments that I object too.

Your reason based on the way it was written is a poor one, so it is different from other people, so what, that doesn't mean the events didn't take place or that I'm lying. Yes it was written in story format to make it a little more interesting.

You say you don't care, but you don't understand that I don't either.

You keep on about how it was written, and that is the real issue here. It doesn't prove anything. You seriously need to wind your neck in. People present things and word things in their own unique style as can be seen from other posters on here. Some just give the basics others more information and highlight any conversations that took place. I did exactly the same but presented it differently.
I could easily have have put, for example, Louise told me she hadn't done it like this before.

So you accept from my two examples that people do present things in different ways, we're getting there then.
Your comment: They can describe their feelings like happiness or fears and what happened. ?
So feelings and emotions, shaking, breathing heavier are not emotions or reactions then ?
You really are a case.

Your comment :
If you think "juicy detail" means adding whole discussion and trying to convince people how you remember the WHOLE FUCKING DISCUSSION, then you are really fucking stupid. If you really remember whole discussions for example from yesterday, then you are quite possibly autistic, and by your output, I wouldn't be surprised.

As I pointed out a couple of times already, I can retain a lot of information a natural ability, and the point you missed is the fact this event is also out the ordinary for many reasons and remembered in greater detail.

As for our conversations, I didn't state they were word for word, you assumed that and I did indicate that people know that discussion between people takes place, it's called communication.
I further highlighted that if not accurate or complete, intelligent people would know something of similar nature took place. But not you, why is that?

Like I said, wind your neck in, take a step back, calm down, give your brain a chance and have a good think about all that.

The way I see it, you don't like the way it was written and presented so your throwing your toys out your pram and trying to make points.

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Anonymous

by Anonymous on Mar 29, 2018 at 4:24 PM

Now we are getting into something.

Have you ever studied behavioral psychology?

Maybe you have not studied it, but you must have heard things like how different eye movement can tell if person is lying or telling the truth? That is urban myth and although that is regularly presented in the media, it is not true.

However, liars always do same mistakes when they are telling about something they have never done. They are adding lots and lots of details and in written word they are writing it like a short story.

Why?

Because they are thinking. They are creating, fantasizing, inventing. They are not remembering.

Now, you admitted that you were creating a story, instead of just making a confession. That may be a true but there is also a one thing which makes liar to stand out like a sore thumb, but more about it later.

First. Liars can be spotted when they add impossible details. For example some could say how they were using mobile phones in early nineties. That didn't happen. Those lies are easy to spot and I'm sure you could spot lies like that too. Those things are ”WHAT” have happened. But this world is too wonderful to call someone a liar just because they are saying something which you haven't experienced yourself.

In a confession site like this, or in different public discussion forums where people are telling true happenings or friends telling about true experiences to their friends, truth tellers leave unnecessary details or something which is impossible to remember, like whole conversations, out of the story because within a story it is not relevant. People may ask about them later and they may remember it then, but often they only DESCRIBE the conversations.

Liars add lots or impossible or unnecessary details because they are in a position where they need to prove how they are telling the truth, while people who are telling about their real experience do not have that need because they have a trust to the readers. And in a confession site or in public discussion forum, liars tend to create an awesome story just because they want to be noticed, not because they want something out of their heart.

Now. How do I KNOW you are lying and how you just proved it to me? You said only now that you were writing it like a short story. Before that you were trying to defend your bullshit by telling how you wanted to add details because regular confessions are boring. Again I say, it is not about the amount of details but HOW you have presented them.

If you would had really wrote it like a short story, and not some pompous try to create the most arousing story for this site, you would had said it right away because then it would had been something you would had done KNOWINGLY and you would had therefore also KNOWN why I called you a liar! If you would had just agreed with me that you were writing your story on purpose as a short story, everything would had been alright. But you didn't do that because you weren't doing that.

Only now when I was spoon feeding you your error, and you are still too stupid to understand it, and because I was not following you with your bullshit route, you are trying to convince me you were trying to do that in the first place. Do you even realize what that makes you look like now? A liar!

I wonder how much you do not care about this comment.

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by Anonymous on Mar 31, 2018 at 4:23 AM

What an excellent piece you have written.

Have you ever studied behavioural psychology?

I'm aware of the subject but not studied it to any great extent, we could argue the finer points on eye movement and that of body language as both of these have some bearing in some cases, we could discuss it in further detail highlighting other areas such as sweat etc.

I agree that people give themselves away with impossibilities such as that you indicated.

In my comment 8* I did confess that I wrote it as a story. I also indicated prior to that, that I wanted to be different to other posters and it.

Your comment : In a confession site like this, or in different public discussion forums where people are telling true happenings or friends telling about true experiences to their friends, truth tellers leave unnecessary details or something which is impossible to remember, like whole conversations, out of the story because within a story it is not relevant. People may ask about them later and they may remember it then, but often they only DESCRIBE the conversations.:


That is a fair comment, but I did indicate the events were out the ordinary and that I remember them vividly. I also indicated that while the conservation wasn't actually word for word, most people would understand that some conservation on those lines took place.
Was it important to add those or not, maybe not, but as you highlight, I had time thinking about how I wanted to present the article.

I should perhaps have indicated at the very start that it was a story based on true events and I accept that wholeheartedly.

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