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I'm a straight male and I can't help but to admire a guy's abs and lean body. Does that make me gay?

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  • Im a straight female and I feel the same way about other girls i find girls bodies really attractive but I have not interest in dating or haveing sex with other girls. I have had sex with othee girls before and I hated it and found it disgusting, so i kinda understand how you feel and from my own expirence I dont think it means your not straight.

  • it means you admire abs and lean bodies. do you do the same on girls? if so, no you're not gay. if you're getting turned on only by guys bodies than yeah you're probably into some fellas

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Hello guys is anybody free? lets talk #Im bored in the house in the house bored😴😴

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the guy I'm dating and I have not made out yet iv never done it before and I'm really nervous we've only tap kissed and I'm really nervous to do anymore what if I'm bad at it

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  • It's not hard haha. But it's okay to be nervous! You'll learn as you go :)

  • everyone is at first, just part of life. practice is the only way to get good at anything.

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I'm now 40 but feel like I'm 20, overweight when I used to be ridiculously fit. Putting aside the physical, emotional and sexual shit I had to deal with over years growing up... which no one knows about like it's some sick fikkin joke of an overlord. My best friend died last week losing his weirdly harmonious battle with cancer, lost my mum-in-law (wifes mum) October last year who was more like a mum than my own, then her brother (everyones uncle) whos kind, unbiased approach of me opened up their family's hearts, minds and acceptance as my wife and I met 14 years and 5 kids ago when she was 15, single, 8mths pregnant and I was 25. My wife, who I owe so much to and dearly love, I allowed to disappear on the kids and I for days at a time over 7-8 years fueled by her meth addiction. I think its because of the guilt I still have for being physically abusive to her since I first caught her cheating nearly 9-10 years back. A truly vicious cycle. We've been living toxicity free of those old shackles for about 2 years now. And now...it began once every 2 to 3 months, then every month, now I've noticed it's almost everytime I'll bleed, 4 out of 5 times I've gauged, when going number 2 but I'm too afraid of going to the Doc's to hear the worst. Sometimes it's real bad, sorry to be so explicit but I've checked after wiping and there's been enormous clots and I always know when it's about to happen, feeling fatigued, bloated. I'm afraid of how my kids and partner will be when I'm gone when there's no one to motivate her or encourage and sing songs to them anymore. Since our eldest was born I've sung every nursery rhyme they've ever heard till each were about 4/5. I cook dinner, made breakfasts and lunches every day and night. I wash, hangout and (mostly) fold the clothes. I've worked sometimes 12-16 hour days and still come home to find I need to cook, make beds, brush teeth and settle our kids in for the night. As our eldest 3 are capable I get them to help some, or miraculously they'll offer now and again which I don't know if they understand is a massive weight off my shoulders, though I do let them know but I tend to ramble a bit. And in our culture when you pass you're buried at a family cemetery that's in or very close to the land your ancestors, pre-colonial, established as theirs to care, nurture, protect and share experiences of life and death on forever. Like my poor Dad, seemingly estranged from many, was cremated, outside of his rightful homeland I reckon I too will be burned with that gratifying smug atmosphere even my brother and sisters shared with them. Left nameless, no place to rest and feed the Earth, gratefully, with my body.

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I may have a crush on my sister in law... and I feel like a horrible person for it. I feel like I'm cheating

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For four nights, no one in our neighborhood had electricity after the storm. My boyfriend stayed with me and my siblings, and we all crowded near the fireplace for heat and light. I found my old wireless radio and we listened to a man report the news in a feathery French accent while we played checkers or chatted. I checked on our neighbors and gave them a fraction of our firewood after theirs ran out. Hardly any food remained in the kitchen, so my boyfriend and I visited four grocery stores, only to find them all entirely empty. It felt highly apocalyptic. We returned numb and exhausted, with empty hands and empty stomachs. The moment I asked myself if any goodness remained, my little brother returned from the neighbor's house with armfuls of apples and a bakery box tied in red ribbons. Inside waited twelve raspberry pastries. We all stared at it, awestruck. It felt like a gift from the unfallen world—that our mousy little brother could chance upon such a miracle, that he could be kind enough to share it. Everyone ate three, except I kept my third and handed it to my little brother, the powdered sugar on our noses, on our fingers. We ate the apples, too! Later in the attic, my boyfriend and I found my grandfather's gramophone and cranked it on. The record coursed under the tip of a needle, then grainy 1950's music spiraled out, and we danced. I liked to imagine the melodies floating around us, flashing through the darkened attic. He took my hand and twirled me, and I felt so in love. I had to get on my tiptoes for my arms to reach around his neck! We crept back downstairs and found my siblings had fallen asleep under heavy quilts next to the fireplace, the cats around my little brother like guardian angels. My boyfriend and I fell asleep next to them—all of us safe and sound despite the storm. It wasn't so awful, though I'm glad it's finally over.

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I realize now that I really did Love my high school friend, Heather. I never had the courage to tell her that I thought she was pretty. I really enjoyed talking to her and we shared little secrets to each other. I really wanted to french kiss her and feel her ass.

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I once drove my wife to a hotel where she was to meet another man (a male dancer). I waited outside while they had steamy passionate sex. As soon as he left she texted me to come the room. she was still naked and I could smell his musk on her body, her pussy still dripping wet. These first few minutes are my favorite time to worship her body and clean out her pussy as she tells me how much he made her cum.

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i havent written here in a while, i got recommended the song stan by eminem, i scrolled down and read this comment and then couldn't stop crying ''I actually find this song very deppresing. Specially the chorus, the line "but you picture in my wall, it reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad". Sometimes lonely and deppressed people will latch onto whatever brings them solace and develop very unhealthy obsessions. It's very sad.''

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if I like men's personality but I prefer women's body,thats make me lesbian?

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  • heteroromantic homosexual? thats gotta be a confusing road. I wish you luck ✌🏼

  • I actually have the same issue, I love men's body's (I'm a girl) but I hate their personalities and end up dating women as a result but only in non sexual relationships. I don't think that makes you a lesbian though unless you exclusively only date women for their bodies. at the most it makes you bi.

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