ERA Anonymous Confessions 2017 - New Location, New Administration, Same Old D-Pics

It's Monday morning. I won't get ahead of neoak's schedule here but since so far you guys only know through Thursday, I'll take a quick sec to set a couple things straight.

As neoak mentioned, he has proof that the timeline fits. I suspected it might raise some eyebrows and wanted to get ahead of that.

I'm still not going to give more specifics, but the assumption that more happened is correct. Again, if you want those kind of details, there's other confessions to read. Not to be flippant, but sorry not sorry on that.

Actually, I'm going to take part of that back. I'm going to categorically deny that any of this has, will or whatever end in any kind of threesome. This will sound like I'm completely full of shit, but until all of this, I've been more the serial monogamist to the point where I know I gave up on opportunities even when my marriage was crumbling. Even after we separated, I didn't so much as touch another woman until the ink was dry on my divorce.

And as for the relationship, yeah it's probably over. I had a conversation with my SO last night where, without going into details, said that I feel like things in my life are changing and I need to see those changes out. With that comes the acceptance that things might not end well. Believe me or not, I'm going to own this and whatever it entails. I just don't know what it entails yet. Can we get confirmation now that we'll have another confession thread next November? :)

And as for the gallery— yes, I've read all you've had to say. No, it didn't change anything. This situation was/is/whatever going to just take its own course. We (and by proxy you readers) are just along for the ride.

Also ACB, the "inverse of the bitch eating crackers" cracked me up. Between that and "abort mission!!" you guys have brought some levity into this. Thank you for that. I mean it.

Until next time guys.

Sent from my iPhone on a burner e-mail because this gives me something to do besides going into her office.

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When I was a kid, under ten years, the neighbor's teenage son tried to rape me. I was home but not alone, my mother and big brother were home as well. My mother did always tell us to let her know where we were going and come to her so she can say hi to anyone coming over even if they were neighborhood kids. But this guy was someone I played with on a daily basis, his parents were friends of the family, so I didn't question it when he rushed us upstairs to play.

My memories are fuzzy and I can never ask my mom about the details since she gets physically upset when the subject is brought up, so I don't know if he got what he wanted or not. But I do remember the sound my big brother made when he came into the room... and I still remember the sound of someone's face being pounded. I sometimes find myself getting an odd feeling when someone on TV gets pummeled.

What I do have a good recollection of is the aftermath. My mother was strongly advised to let it drop, to not press charges... this was a small town full of people who would rather sweep such scandals under the rug that announce their daughter was violated. We also were outsiders who had moved in a couple of years ago, these people were old money. It felt like everyone was against us.

Mom refused and I will always love and respect her for standing up when the rest of the community wanted to shut her down. But I also realize how hard it was on her and my family, I understand how much crap she had to deal with... after all, like some had said to her face with me present, it happened 'under her watch'. I'll never forget when an officer told her she should just drop it... the kid was just experimenting... boys will be boys.

It was a hard year... we almost lost the house, the guy's mother assaulted me, community was not impressed. I know I didn't even grasp 5% of what was happening, my mom made sure to protect and shelter me as much as possible, and to always let me know if wasn't my fault. I don't think I'll ever be able to pay her back for all the love and support she provided, not only to me but to my big brother as well.

In the end, the guy did end up going to juvie and life went on.

But that year stuck with me. It's probably why many years later, when my friend slipped me some drugs to loosen me up and then crossed the line, all I did was escape and forget. Why when I find myself in situations where I should confront, I defuse and leave... I keep going back to that year and the pain I've put my family through and fear of making them go through that again if someone decides to raise a stink.

Now with the accusations coming out against Hollywood stars, I'm reflecting on how I handle these situations and working up the courage to be more assertive. This is the only area where I find myself lacking and I feel as if I'm disappointing my mom and letting her down, the strong woman who had to stand against so many without backing down.

I'm also amazed at the bravery of people who speak out... my family lived through a nightmarish year and I was just a kid and the guy was caught with his pants literally down. I can only imagine how much courage it takes to speak out and deal with the consequences of that... when there are no witnesses to back up your accusation, when nobody was caught red-handed. It takes my breath away sometimes.

I hope I'll reach that level of bravery someday.

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I will tell you about something that happened when I was a kid. I didn't have a lot of friends, so I was very willing to to please anyone who wanted to spend time with me. There was one guy I spent a lot of time with, even he was repeatedly treating me badly. This is a story of one such thing he did when we were around ten years old.

We had a sleepover at my place. We mostly had a good time, video games, stuff like that. Anyway, when it came time to sleep, we were going through an appendix to a youth magazine I was subscribing too. It was a very good magazine and they frequently had a lot if sex education stuff. This one time, the appendix was like a dictionary of different sexual terms. My friend got the idea that we should go through the dictionary and act every entry out. I wasn't very keen on the idea, but went along anyway, because I didn't want to be boring. In the end, we didn't really do anything explicit. It was more like mimicry of the acts described. The most explicit thing we did was for the term "oral sex". We were going to mimic it by him rubbing the head of his penis on the nose of one of my teddy bears, followed by me linking it. I felt VERY uncomfortable with this but I agreed to do it.

I have been thinking about this later when I grew up. Was this some kind of (mild) sexual coercion? I really didn't want to do this but I felt pressured to go along. Afterwards, I blamed myself for agreeing to it. I was the disgusting one, because I went along with it. I never told anyone about it, but I felt bad about it all for quite a long time.

Now, there was a twist. There was a girl I liked around that time. We spent quite a lot of time one summer hanging out. Also, from a prank my sister played on her and my aforementioned "friend", I know that my friend liked the same girl. Anyway, soon after the night I described, this girl no longer wanted to hang out with me. She said I was disgusting and a "pedophile". (I'm pretty sure she didn't really know what that word meant.) I'm pretty sure my friend engineered the whole situation I described in the second paragraph, just so he could tell her about it and she would stop liking me and presumably get with him instead. Well, it didn't quite work out. She got in a relationship with a third guy. I kept being friends with the shitty guy who made me do that for around 5 more years, until he became a neonazi as a teenager. But that's a story for another time.

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Two minor confessions.

#1: I'm getting married in June!
#2: I sucked my fiance's cock in his little sisters bed.

Last summer he and I went to visit his parents and younger siblings. While we were there his 17 year old sister slept on the couch and let us sleep in her room on her bed. He and his mom and I went out drinking and doing karaoke one of the nights we were there. We had a blast and ended up having to take a cab home. Anyways, we stumble into bed as soon as we get back and he's about ready to pass out. But I'm still wide awake, drunk, and horny as fuck. We're spooning because there's no other way the two of us would fit on in his sister's twin size bed and I start rubbing my butt up against his dick to see if I can make him hard but it's not really getting his attention. So I licked my hand and put it down his pants and started playing with him. He starts to get hard but he kind of halfheartedly pulls away, presumably because I'm jacking him off on his sister's bed but he's kind of too drunk and too tired to articulate that.

I took his arm and hand it put it up my shirt and made him fondle my tits.

I thought maybe this is how I'd fall asleep but I just couldn't. After a couple minutes I got out of the bed and got down my my knees on the floor next to him (the mattress and box spring were on the floor). He got on his back and I started kissing his chest and belly. He ran his fingers through my hair and put his hand on my head and I kissed lower and lower until I my lips around his cock. He got rock hard and I massaged the tip of his penis with my tongue while I squeezed my legs together to make myself have an orgasm.

I think he was too drunk or tired and I didn't end up getting a mouth full of his cum. I sidled up next to him again, put his arm back around me, and rubbed my clit through my panties until I came.

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Hi! Been with the community since GAF in 2010!
Not much of a confession but I do want to vent my feelings a bit. It may be all over the place so bare with me. it's also close to 2 and i have work in the morning too. speaking of work, i hate it so god damn much. i hate the workers, the customers, the whole damn job itself. i'm a cable technician and while i do get paid a lot of money every week, the shit i have to put up with every day makes it completely stressful. and don't get me started on the 12 hour shifts. i'm in the process of looking for another job now but that's going to the shits. i would rather get my voice acting gig going but i don't know how to break into the industry. i got some great voices i would like to try so i could do that for a living. i feel like if i continue to do what i'm doing now, i will seriously end up killing myself. i think i need to speak with a therapist or talk to my doctor about this but i'm honestly scared and have no money. while i do get paid a lot, i spend a good chunk on bills and family expenses, i still live with my parents at 23 and very self concious about it. I don't think it should matter anyway because i highly doubt any girl would want me anyway. i've tried with many dating sites and nothing! oh well, no one should have to put up with someone like me anyway.
anywho, I hope this gets read and would love to see ERA's comments..

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I've sent in confessions before, but they've more than likely been too dull to post and nobody really cares. I feel like my situation this time is different.

2017 has been a bad year for me. Between the slow decline of my health for unknown reasons, to the looming threat of debt and (now) unemployment. I learned on Monday (10/30) that I'll be losing my job at the end of the year and the thought of that hasn't been playing well with all of my other stresses right now.

My girlfriend, whom I've been with for just over 5 years now, hasn't worked in about a year and a half. Due to some mental health issues she's been facing, I promised her that I would take care of her while she goes through therapy and figures out her life, which nobody has allowed her to do in the 33 years she's been alive. This has caused a number of big problems in my life including big money shortcomings when anything out of the ordinary comes up. As it stands right now, I'm barely paying my bills and have a nearly maxed out credit card. My girlfriend is beginning to get to a point where she can help financially, but I don't know if it will be too late.

Socially, things have been rough too. I don't feel like anybody in my family cares about me or even wants to help me out when some of them are in better positions than I am. My sister, whom I've never gotten along with, travels for leisure 4 months out of the year and rubs it in my face any time she goes somewhere that I'd like to go. She sent me an endless stream of pictures from arcades and hobby shops in Japan just a couple of months ago. I hadn't heard from her since last Thanksgiving before that. On top of that, I have no friends. Nobody hangs out with me. I have nobody to call and chat with, ever.

I really just don't know what to do anymore. I'm broke, I'll soon be jobless with no prospects, I hate myself and most of the people around me, but I can't give up because my girlfriend depends on me. I feel like I'm going crazy with stress, and I have no way to let it out. If I didn't have anybody to take care of, I'd probably just off myself.

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Hi, I'm Richard Gere of the 21st Century from the old threads. So, this might sound shitty, but I actually don't care at the moment with one of my friend trying to kill himself by not eating.

A little back story is required of course. I have this friend, let's call him A, who had ran into some hard time. His father, who he had a somewhat symbiotic relationship, had passed away a couple years back. Now when I said symbiotic, I mean that he lives with his dad and his dad's disability check along with whatever benefits helps pay for everything in A's life. I know A from about 20 years ago when we were working together and as far as I know he didn't get any other work after that job. Now since his dad's passing, he kinda got kicked out by his dad's "girlfriend" and due largely to his own fault, he lost his passport, citizenship papers and a lot of his personal belongings. His father had lost his citizenship documents from the country they originally from a long time ago too.

Now last year, when he came to me for help, I did my best to help him get back on his feet. I loan him money on multiple occasions that had added up to over $4700 now. I let him stayed at my place from around May last year to February this year. I personally have to go out of town for work very often so I'm fine with that. But after all those time, he did nothing but play lottery (according to him he had a "system" that helped him win enough money to pay for his daily life, which is more or less bullshit of course) and stay at home watching TV and surfing the net. He didn't get any work over all those time and even got roaches into my home because of his sloppy life style. At the end I had to kick him out.

After he left my home, he ended up living out of his car for a while and drive for Lyft for a little too. However, he lost his Lyft job because of complaints on the cleanliness of his car. Later on he lost his car all together because something in it broke and he couldn't afford to pay for the repairs and just left it on the street of the mechanic shop until it was toll away by the city. He also don't have any phone now since he has no way to pay for it.

Right now he's living at his half brother's (same dad different mom) apartment and when I finally had a dinner last weekend with them, A had lost about half his weight and over the dinner he said that he had just gaven up on life. He had decided since about 2 or 3 months ago, after a couple failed attempt at getting work, that he will just choice a passive weight of suicide, as in he will eat if there is some food available and not eat at all otherwise. He had not eaten for about 10 days before our dinner meeting except for water.

Me and his brother are both pretty furious right now because of how he's acting. The brother is trying to see if he can get in touch of A's mother in his home country and get her to come to the US and maybe talk some sense into A, however it seems she can't be reach right now. We are also trying to see if we can get a couple of other old friends from back in the days together and have a little intervention for A. Not much else we can do right now since he's still just staying at his brother's place refuse to go look for work and seem to be set on carrying out his stupid suicide.

While I'm trying to figure out a way to help him, some part of me just want him to die right now so it'll be less of a burden on everyone. This is someone who after lots and lots of opportunities, pretty much just squandered his life away because of laziness and maybe pride. I don't really care if his mother will return the money he owed me like he said she would after his death, I just want him to either change his life or get it over with.

Just want to get this off my chest and if anyone has any idea to help this guy, it'll definitely be welcome too. I'm still trying to help him despite how I feel sometimes.

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EarthBound64 said:

Without proof, I'm calling shenanigans.

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Fiction said:

So when we getting new dirt and how many you got in the pipeline?

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Thanks for the namecheck @overtimescammer. You've reminded me of something else and as some of the responses have been "Payroll will notice if they think it's too much". Believe me, they don't if you work for a big enough company because it's mostly automated and you'll get lost in the mix. Payrolll/accounts are not cross referencing with your employment contract. That contract is sitting in a filing cabinet in HR. Chances are your direct line manager does not even know the details of your contract. Caveat: depends on the size and structure of the company you worked for.

So this ones not a scam, just keeping my mouth closed. I worked for a large multinational and after working there for 2 years they opened an office for our business group in another country and I was offered a promotion position and big salary jump to go there. The director that opened that office requested me to work with him and he had arranged the contract and working visa. However I only went to that office just twice for two weeks each time, in-between that I spent 2 months in a 3rd country. So for about 3 months as payroll were sorting out transferring me to the other countries office I was still being paid my original salary and the company paying for hotels for me until it was all arranged. I essentially lived off expenses for three months. I expensed EVERYTHING, as it was classified as an extended business trip.

What happened next was the director I was working with resigned and left for another job taking one key staff member with him so that business group could no onger function. He told me to just go back to the original office in country 1 and wait while things were being restructured. So at this time I got the difference in salary backdated and paid to me including those massive 3 month expenses reimbursed paid into my country 1 bank account, I went back to my old position, same desk doing the same job but with an inflated salary nobody in that office knew about. Things stayed like that for a year before the director that had left hired me for the company he left to join, where I then got another pay raise. Summary; I got a pay rise for a job I never ended up doing and a huge expenses "bonus".

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I have a problem: I've got an affinity for hookers. I dunno why. I just like them. Not like trafficked ones or anything horrible, but independent clean ones. It feels wrong, but sometimes relationships are too hard up deal with and maintain and I just want to fuck. But I feel very dirty and ashamed after, but soon enough the desire comes back. I keep looking up escorts online and shit way too often, whether I'm at home or traveling. Brothels are plentiful where I am and it's just too convenient. A part of me just wants to get lost in a sea of pussy and fake GFE but another part of me wants to be stronger and just find a great girl to love and be with, but as I get older and I realize... Maybe there just isn't someone out there for me or that would or could love me. Maybe I'm too picky and looking for a dream girl that doesn't exist. I don't know. I feel like I'm spiralling and I don't know what will happen when I hit bottom.

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1) one of my fantasies is to do a rail of coke and fuck a girl. I don't know why. I've never done coke in my life, but the thought gets me hard.

2). My female cousin is super hot. If we weren't related, I'd bone her.

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