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I’ve been in a relationship for almost 6 years now. However, I have been in touch with my ex from 10 years ago. For the last 10 years, we’ve been talking to each other on and off. Although our talks are random topic and we both have no plans of coming back together, I don’t feel guilty about it because I know, for myself I am not cheating. He’s also in a relationship and he has plans on marrying his girl. But my realization is, I know my feelings for him is still there, it was never lost. We just decided not to be together because of many reasons. I don’t know about him, all I know is we talk and he doesn’t feel the same as he was the one who initiated the break up. We are friends with a past. I just can’t help but think,’if one thing could’ve been different, would we have rode the tides together’. I know what I felt for him was real and strong feelings. Fate was just our enemy.

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I graduated high school in Portland Oregon 1968. By that time I had three kids with two married women. S** was so easy without all the Christian laws influencing social norms. My first was with moms best friend when I was 14, mom and her had a t******** with her infertile husband a few times. Mom being a Mexican National made a living anyway she could including street walking on Burnside. I drove down wearing sunglasses and hat to see what she looked like on the street. She was so hot with her boots, minnie skirt and see through blouse. She didn’t expect it to be me, being 15 I didn’t have a license yet and took the neighbors Datsun pickup. I’m big for my age since my sperm donor dad’s family came from Denmark. Mom left her purse out with hundreds of dollars so I stole 300. I planned to pay mom for s** with it anyway. The next night I drove Burnside an hour looking for mom then had to fill the pickup with gas. I finally saw her a half hour later and stopped to ask “How Much”. She didn’t answer at first looking at me and asked how much you got kiddo. I said 250 so she got in and told me where to drive. She took the money so I didn’t say anything while giving it to her, she let me mount her from behind no condom. it was weird I cried when I came inside her, she hugged me and asked for a ride home. When we got home she asked how I knew where she lived. She watched lie and squirm then offered free s**, but when I thought I was going to get it again she let me know she knew who I was after we had s** and asked where I got the money. I told her out of her purse, she was madder I stole the pickup and paid her with her own money than doing her. We didn’t have s** very often but after that night she was seducible. When she was young in Mexico she had been used as a bargaining item so s** was no big deal except it feels great. Now I’m old and have kids I’ve never been able to talk to, I wish I could do something for them so they would know me.

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