Hello DPP! I hope you're having an amazing day!

I'm quite delighted with myself at the moment. I've been thinking about confessions because of a movie I watched. I wasn't raised Catholic, so I didn't have this experience firsthand, but it seems like it would be so amazing to unburden yourself to a stranger under the protection of anonymity. So I thought of you!

I confess that going through an ordinary day I often will experience quite unexpected, uninvited, sudden, even overwhelming sexual fantasies. Sometimes they're like little mini-movies in my mind, whole narratives with a cast of characters and special effects. Other times it might be just an image, like a cock hanging in trousers, stiffening, pressing the cloth, or the appearance of a wet spot on white panties under a short skirt, the breeze cooling it with evaporation and sending a chill up my spine, or maybe a scene like a beautiful woman relaxing by a pool with nothing to do all afternoon, or a bunch of stressed, tense coworkers crammed into an elevator, with the two who secretly are crushing on one another end up pushed face to face, embarrassed, shy, pent up, and aroused.

Some of my lovely past pen pals have suspected I might be the devil herself. After all, I can be a very mean girl when I don't get my way... and I can be very demanding. Like Veruca Salt (my spirit animal) - "Don't care how, I want it NOW!" Petulant. Yes, even bitchy. And the username checks out - wasn't it a slutty little temptress of a snake that started all that trouble in Eden? A seducer, deceiver, homewrecker... all around terrible snake.

I plead the fifth. I just hope they don't extradite me to some plane where they can actually compel testimony. Because I have bad, bad secrets. I am scared to confess some of them, others are just a pure pleasure. I love to see the shock on people's faces when I confess some of my minor, silly transgressions.

Breaking and entering? What crazy exgirlfriend hasn't wanted to break into her ex's apartment, smash shit, and drag some other confused sap into his bed to defile it with passionate, insane vengeance fucking... only to leave the video playing on a loop on the TV in the trashed living room. I mean, is it even really B&E if you still have a copy of the key? I mean, yes, he did say "stay away crazy bitch," but does that constitute anything legally binding? It isn't in latin!

I know, I know... the risk of disease and pregnancy are not only individual, but also community health risks... but it's my body! Don't I have the right to do an olde fashioned night out at the pub where I get plastered and drag a rando into the toilet for a filthy fuck? So what if there's no condom machine in there or in his pockets (a lady never prepares for random sex, a condom in the purse is a dead giveaway that one is a 'working girl' - which I am not, I'm too proud to accept cash, only gifts... like jewelry and real estate).

Don't. Care. How. I want it NOW!

lol

k, whatever. Love y'all.

I hope this incoherent ramble pleases you. If not, it wouldn't be the first time I was a disappointment. Sorry, big boy. I'm a bit past giving a fuck, honestly.

If you're super into this, feel free to send me your confessions via PM, guys and gals and pals!

If things are still like last time I posted, this will be like that hot dogs blast to the face gif, so don't be all put out if I don't get back to you. I'm a busy girl, it's no slight on you. But that said, I do love to reply and will do my level best. Especially for very filthy, freaky, and well written confessions. I love rule breaking and playing hooky at work and school.

I know, I'm terrible! ;)~

Feel free to either tell me how evil I am for my confessions here, or tell me if you think I'm too hard on myself, or whatever. The fun is in the discourse. Was that Foucault? Oh, who gives a fuck... french bondage freak! He need to CONFESS! hahaha! ;)~