For the longest time, I thought I was named after my father. Found out a few years ago that I’m actually named after a stillborn baby that my father had in a previous marriage that was named after him. My mother named me after that baby, against my father’s wishes.” We told everyone that a couple of guys bought us the flowers, “Some pretty flowers for some pretty girls.” — jessdb19 10. I read a blog post about a cult in America, known for exploiting young and vulnerable women, where my uncle’s wife is described as the leader’s ‘favorite girl.’ Nobody in my family knows she was a part of this cult but I did some research into it. Turns out she named her firstborn son after the leader, weird.”

First time I came was in a water jug. It’s been years now and my family still uses that jug.” — JOLU1 So when I was in the sixth grade, the toilets were absolutely awful since hygene didn’t exist in that school. For Julia,* her secret fantasy was one she summarized neatly and yet left so much to the imagination: “Surprisingly, it’s not just hot guys that turn me on but hot gay guys in action — and I’m a straight girl,” she wrote to me in a private message on social media. While Julia was hesitant to tell me more about this turn-on, and by extension sexual fantasy, Glamour did explore this further in a 2016 article in an attempt to understand why women might be into watching gay porn. According to the testimonies they acquired, it’s the idea that multiple men are coming together to engage sexually that makes it feel like an embarrassment of riches for straight women to enjoy at their discretion. The bottle of vodka my parents have never opened has been filled with water since I was about 15 or 16. I’m 23 now and it’s still in the same spot i left it. — shitheadboot1122 9. Maybe you committed a petty crime and got away with it. Maybe you had a regrettable one-night stand. Or maybe it's not that extreme. For example, some people hide their political and religious views, especially when they believe no one else will agree with them. Some do not reveal their finances too, whether they have a lot more or a lot less than others think.As Amber* revealed to me, “I’ve been super-into BDSM and identify as a submissive. I enjoy impact play, teasing and edging and being collared. I’ve been to a few kink events and I’m a member of a private fetish club.” Amber’s interests not only sound thoroughly exciting but very much in the vein of the Fifty Shades of Grey-like sexual play we as a culture seem keen to explore these days. But as the professor of psychology at Georgia Gwinnett College, David Ludden, Ph.D., points out, secrets can be psychologically damaging because the secret-holder has no opportunity to discuss their contents with other people. When we have problems, it helps to share them with someone who can provide us with insight on how to deal with them. But when it comes to secrets that are highly immoral, we feel shame and are reluctant to share them. (Often for good reason, as well.) When I was in college, my roommate and I went to the grocery store. We were about to get in line when we saw they were having a sale on flowers. She bought a bouquet for me, and I for her.

My family doesn’t know that I paid for my Xbox One by selling smut online for lucrative gains; I told them I had some money from my birthday left over. — RollerKirbyDerby 6.There’s been several times in my life where I ran out of toilet paper and used the cardboard tube to wipe, you just gotta make do sometimes. — loboloco812 Eliza recounts a story from her first year in college. “I was with my boyfriend in his dorm room. His roommate was away for the weekend (or so we thought). I’m under the covers giving him a blow job and having a good time. I don’t even hear the key turn in the door or anything— all of a sudden I just hear his roommate talking.” I just froze. I didn’t know what to do,” Eliza recalls. “He’s just shooting the breeze with my boyfriend, and my boyfriend is trying to just play it off and is holding a conversation like I’m not even there. So I just stayed down there, perfectly still, waiting for him to go. He talks for what seems like is eternity (probably only two minutes). Then I hear him say, ‘See ya later… you too Eliza.’ I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.” I Always held up my poo until I was home since I couldn’t for the life of me sit on a toilet seat that was so disgusting.