When I was 16 years old, I was selling my erotic photographs. I photographed the way my customers wanted, and their imagination was rich in various perversions. I didn’t even do it for the money, but because I was interested. At the same time, I had a boyfriend who had no idea about it. Though later I confessed to him: after he told me about his cheating. Thus, we stayed even.
When I was 16 years old, I was selling my erotic photographs. I photographed the way my customers wanted, and their imagination was rich in various perversions. I didn’t even do it for the money, but because I was interested. At the same time, I had a boyfriend who had no idea about it. Though later I confessed to him: after he told me about his cheating. Thus, we stayed even.
I had sex in a cemetery. Initially I didn’t want to, but my boyfriend was able to convince me. Then I was afraid for a long time that a dead man would come to me at night: the same one at whose grave we were doing it. Although, as gross as it was, now I think there’s something poetic about intimacy and death. The most important thing that can happen in the life of any creature on Earth is birth and death, and when they meet together, looking at each other: death and life (if we consider sex as a way of continuing life), there is some magic going on. It reeks of the luscious stench of decomposition and the warm, milky scent of a sleeping baby. It’s as if here it is, the extract, here it is, the essence of our existence: just as repulsive, just as appealing.
I’ve never told anyone about this before. I don’t judge myself too much, though I know deep down inside that I am, in spite of my apparent decency, a deeply flawed and depraved girl. Of course, this frightens me and puts pressure on me, so I decided to confess.
I don’t know if my transgressions are as terrible as what other people are afraid to admit. I can’t compare. I read the other stories on the site and was confused – they are not even confessions, they are just ordinary stories of ordinary people who are just facing difficulties and are now looking for advice. And I feel my uncleanness clearly.
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Show comments Hide commentsWell, you didn’t sell your privates for money. A photo is erotica, not prostitution. Of course you should not tell your future children about it ???? And about sex in the cemetery, well, it’s just dabbling, the main thing is that no damage was done, probably you are attracted to the gothic, there is something mysterious about it… In general, I, for example, have no reason to judge you, although I did not do anything like that.