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I believe that when I was a child, I flew, or at least floated.

I have a memory of standing at the edge of the long driveway at my grandparents house. I remember running down the driveway and I began to float about halfway, almost like the kids in Peter Pan when they’re sprinkled with pixie dust. I was not high off the ground, maybe less than a foot… but I remember the feeling, the surprise, and the excitement. When I reached the truck shed I dropped back to my feet, I think because someone came outside.

I know it sounds insane, but I honestly believe it happened. I believe that children are able to see and do things that adults can’t, because children aren’t dragged down by the adult perception of reality. I believed it could happen, honestly with all my heart, and it did. Even if I tried it now it wouldn’t work, because my adult mind thinks it knows what’s impossible, and even if I tried to believe I could fly, I couldn’t.

I’ve confided to my husband about this, but I thought maybe I would share it here too. He believes me. Do you?

New Confession

I played with my mom’s bod during my high school days she was all broken back then her parents died one after other in the same year after that my dad cheated on her and we left him to live in her parents house there I used to blame her for our situation and me frustrated would always end up arguing with her untill she gets into tears and accepts her defeat that made me felt bad later but the same would happen again after a day or two one after another argument made me felt as a superior male over her in the house that made me felt as a dominant one over a broken submissive female that soon made me want to get her ready for reliving my frustrations or for accepting me as a mating male in bed, as I kept winning such arguments frequently making her in tears surrender, one night i went into her bed late after she got asleep I and crawled under her blanket for the first few times I tried groping her I use to grab her b**bs she woke up scold me as I’m yours “fu**in mother you idiot” and go to the other room this happened alot of times but with every night I played more with her b**bs and then pinching and pulling her ni**les one night I slid my hand into her p*n*ty and rubbed her c*it as she tried getting up I grabbed her with the other are and my legs around hers she tried hard but I kept on moving ahead with what I was doing soon she got so wet she covered her mouth with her hands and started crying I could clearly feel her getting swelled up down there with every passing second more slippery sticky stuff coming out while she was in tears crying with one hand on her mouth and another one trying to pull my hand out but I kept f******** her roughly until I felt her cl*t pumping on my fingers, she cu**ed with shaking org**m. Right after that I left her she got up and went to the other room.

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