Deepest, darkest secrets you're willing to share about yourself

[baumy300]

Quote: Originally Posted by trobinson97

Please don't judge me. I lost my virginity in a church after Sunday service. Not the sanctuary, but the women's restroom. I dont know if that makes it better. Over the next few/weeks and months we had sex multiple times in the fellowship hall, which used to be our old church. The girl was the preacher's daughter.

And the big question issss -

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Was the phrase "Oh God!" yelled out more times during mass that day, or after?

[baumy300]

This one's pretty embarrassing, but my "first time" lasted approximately 30 seconds, ended "indoors" and concluded with her crying.

Kinda was like:

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[DamnYanks2]

I was sexting my youth group's teacher's daughter, but we never hooked up, instead I ended up hooking up with her friend LMAO, and ended up doing it in the pool with her parents inside. Man I used to be risky back in the day.

[DamnYanks2]

Quote: Originally Posted by baumy300

This one's pretty embarrassing, but my "first time" lasted approximately 30 seconds, ended "indoors" and concluded with her crying. Kinda was like: Spoiler

and concluded with her crying

You just can't make this stuff up.

[ScoobySnax]

Quote: Originally Posted by Bighoff

This thread is starting down a nasty path of "I jacked it to this." Lest get back to the dark side. I was institutionalized in a psych ward for a short period. Spoiler I was molested for 6 years when I was a kid.

Whoa! I hope the bastard who did this is locked up! No one should have to go through anything like that. I really am sorry man.

[Cusefan]

This is all weak sauce, I don't know you people so here is some stuff no one has ever heard

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One of my first memories is being coaxed into touching my fat baby sitters Vag. I told on her.

In the Army I got a STD from going down on a slut, the next day she blew 5 dudes.

I have killed some knuckle children in my work truck a few times.

I'll have to think of more

[PhilliesFan13]

Back in 2006 when I still lived at home, I left my house and hit a kid on his bicycle with my car. I wasn't even doing 10mph. Kid came out of nowhere. He flipped over the hood of my car and landed in the street. One of the scariest moments of my life. Luckily the kid was wearing a helmet. He did end up busting open his chin pretty bad and needed crutches but nothing was broken. Kid got up and ran into his house crying though. I had to pause for a second when I saw him do that. I thought to myself, "This kid just banged into and flipped over my car and got up to run into his house!"

Needless to say, I felt strange as hell being a complete stranger running into this kid's house to tell his mother what happened. She didn't even want to talk so she could take him to the hospital.

I checked back with the family a few days later. They didn't press any charges on me, and acknowledged that their son was not supposed to be in the street on his bike. They were great about everything which I thought was different in a world where people try to sue you for everything you have. All they asked for was my insurance information so they could call to have the hospital bills taken care of.

To this day, my father knows nothing of this. The only 2 people that know were my girlfriend at the time, and my wife.

[DaveDQ]

It got a little heavy there so I'll share something I can laugh at myself about.

In 6th grade I was invited to a 7th grade party. I felt so cool being invited and all. I was there about an hour when the feeling of having to use the bathroom came on. I was too embarassed to ask to use the bathroom, but when it was all I could take, I found where it was. Going up the stairs I was stopped by my friend's brother. He kind of pushed me just joking around. When he did that I really felt it all coming down. I ran to the bathroom, shut the door but didn't make it. I did my best to clean it all up and got out of there. I walked out of the house crying when I heard a girl yell, "that's rude, leaving like that." I just shouted thank you and ran home, a mess. When I got home I walked in the door crying and my parents took me in and calmed me down. Lesson in humility I guess.