❀✾Confessions 2.0❁❃

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⭐️⭐️⭐️ Hi, I’m from Bhopal, and I just want to confess something that I’ve kept to myself for a long time. A while ago, I used to randomly go up to my terrace in the evenings, usually around 6–7 PM. Right across from my terrace was a boy’s house, and he used to come to his terrace too. Somehow, we started noticing each other. We would silently look at each other from our terraces, and this continued for quite some time. But the truth is, we never spoke to each other—not even once. We never even said “Hi.” We never introduced ourselves, exchanged contact information, or had any actual conversation. I don’t know his name, I don’t know his social media, and I have absolutely no way of contacting him. He used to sit on a blue chair, and I would look at him, smile, and sometimes blush without even realizing it. ❤️ Later, I started seeing him while he was passing through my colony too. Those tiny, silent moments somehow became very special to me, even though nothing was ever said between us. Then, suddenly, he stopped coming to the terrace. Eventually, I stopped seeing him around my street too. It has been almost seven months now. Sometimes I see his brother, but I still haven’t seen him. I don’t know why I miss someone I never even spoke to. Maybe some people become special without ever actually becoming a part of our lives. Sometimes, a few silent glances can leave a deeper impression than a thousand conversations. I still find myself wondering where he is and whether I’ll ever see him again. I don’t know his name, I don’t have his number, I don’t have his Instagram, and I have no way to reach him. All I have are these little memories of those evenings. He is tall, usually wears shirts, has long hair that he often ties back, and wears an earring in his right ear. These may seem like such small details, but somehow, I still remember them all. I don’t know if our paths will ever cross again. Maybe we’ll meet someday, maybe we won’t. But I’ll always keep a little hope that one day, completely unexpectedly, I’ll see him again. And wherever you are, I genuinely hope you’re happy, safe, and doing well. I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, but if you do, I just want you to know—someone still remembers those quiet evenings, those silent glances, and the smile that was never followed by a “Hi.” Wherever you are, be happy… and if life ever gives us another chance, maybe this time we’ll finally say hello. ❤️ ✨✨✨ #0580

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We continued having sex like that for about six months. Later, I moved away for higher studies. At first, we used to talk on the phone occasionally, but after some time I completely stopped talking to her because I knew there was no future for our relationship. I was also afraid that if either of our families ever found out, it would create serious problems. Even now, whenever I go back home, I talk to her only in front of everyone and treat her just like an aunt and my mother's close friend. That is the end of the story. ✨✨✨ #0579

⭐️⭐️⭐️ I was 19 years old during my drop year after finishing 12th grade. Our next-door neighbor was a woman who was 17 years older than me. She was a very close friend of my mother and used to visit our house from time to time. She had never gotten married, though I never knew the reason. Gradually, I started liking her. She used to joke around with me, and I would also tease her playfully. There was a small bathroom attached to our balcony. It had a tiny hole from which I could see the terrace of her house. Every morning she would come up to the terrace to hang clothes out to dry. Whenever I went to the bathroom in the morning, I would secretly watch her through that hole, and I used to masturbate while looking at her. This continued for many days. One day, she noticed that I had gone completely bald and asked, "Why did you shave your head completely?" I replied, "Just like that." She smiled and said, "It doesn't look good. No girl will like you like this." I immediately replied, "But you'll like me, won't you?" She became embarrassed, smiled, and said, "Why would I like you?" Then she left. Later, she called my mother's phone. My mother was asleep, and I happened to have her phone, so I answered it. I told her that my mother was sleeping. Then I jokingly asked her again, "You'll like me, won't you?" She laughed and said, "Why? What did you even see in me?" I replied, "There must be something." After that, we kept talking, and eventually I gave her my phone number. After talking for a few days, I told her that I wanted a kiss. She laughed and asked, "What happens by kissing?" After I kept asking her for many days, she finally agreed. One day she came to my house. Only my mother was at home, although we lived in a joint family. My mother was in another room. She came into my room on the pretext of some work, and I kissed her six or seven times. Then I hugged her tightly. She asked me, "Do you love me?" I replied, "Yes." A few days later, I asked her for another kiss. She came again, but this time many people were at home, so I couldn't do anything while we were inside the room. As she was leaving, I stopped her on the staircase, kissed her, and grabbed her breasts tightly. At that moment, my uncle's 10-year-old son was sitting on the upper stairs. He saw both of us. She immediately pushed me away and quickly left. When I looked upstairs, he was sitting there pretending that he hadn't seen anything. I never asked him whether he had seen us, and he also never said anything. Later, she called me and said she was very scared that he might tell someone. I convinced her that he wouldn't say anything because we knew him well. Thankfully, he never told anyone. After some time, I started wanting to have sex with her. I called her and kept trying to convince her, and eventually she agreed. Her house was right next to ours, and she had a room at the front of the house. One hot afternoon, at around 1:30 p.m., when the road outside was almost empty, I quickly went into her room. I laid her down on the bed and started kissing her. Then I took off my clothes and became physically intimate with her. After a while, I performed oral sex on her for the first time. She became very aroused and started moaning. Then she performed oral sex on me. I was about to climax, and I ejaculated in her mouth. After that, I laid her down again and rubbed my penis against her vagina for a while until she became more aroused. Then I slowly penetrated her. At first, she cried out in pain, which frightened me, so I stopped for a moment. After a short while, I continued slowly and gently. Eventually, she started enjoying it, and after some time I went back home.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ Hey guys. So I have this guy who we were dating. After sometime I get to know him and getting comfortable around him. It reached some point and I started trusting him to the point I started be open with him. One day while we are relaxing together I decided to open up about this wound I've been carrying. I tell him about how my uncle raped me and along the story he starts having an erection. I'm there feeling hurt and vulnerable while you're have fantasies with my trauma🤷‍♀ ✨✨✨ #0578

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