Today's confession:

I like Halloween. It is one of those times where everyone hides behind a mask. A mask of facepaint, a mask of plastic or clay, a mask that is more obvious to the world than the one that is worn all the time, a mask that hides secrets that we all don't want anyone else to know. You are just as likely to see the Phantom of the Opera go waltzing by as you are to see GI Joe hitting on Barbie.

I miss being a child at this time of year. Knowing that Christmas is coming closer and this is really the precursor to the big guy (Santa himself) from stopping by my house to deliver me treats and trinkets.

I long to dress up and grab a bag. To head outside and cavort with the other ghosts and goblins. To see all the masks, all the hidden desires made tangible by the donning of a costume that most befits the person wearing it. A glimpse at the real person within that we can't normally see when we glance over at the checkout line.

Yes, I do like Halloween.

I wish they had it twice a year.

FS

Today's confession:

I have a friend that happens to be male. He is married as am I. We both love our spouses. We both have been with our spouses for about ten years. Still, I feel desire for him. I want him. I need him. I know he feels the same. He has said as much and I've seen evidence of his arousal. We have resisted temptation thus far, for the sake of our spouses, for the sake of our marriage, for the sake of our own sanity, for the sake of our friendship.

Some days, I think that is a good thing. Other days, I just want to give him and do all the things I've been fantasizing about. He is addicting. He is my drug. He is my hidden obsession.

FS

Today's confession:

Sometimes I find myself avoiding calls from my family/friends. I just don't want to deal with the drama. Caller ID comes up on my phone and I stare at it. I know I should answer, but I just can't bring myself to pick up the phone. It is usually when I'm having a nice quiet day to myself and I don't want to share it with anyone. Voice mail is a wonderful thing.

FS

Today's confession:

I enjoy masturbation. When the mood strikes me, I'm worse than a fifteen year old boy. I don't really care where I am or who is around. If I can find a quiet spot, say, a bathroom stall, I am going to make myself orgasm. It doesn't matter if other people are around, sometimes that is even half the thrill, that they don't know what I am doing while I am trying not to scream from the pleasure.

Maybe I am a nympho after all.

FS

Today’s Confession:

Last year, I was driving home down a dark winding road around 11pm. A cat darted out in front of the car. I slammed on my breaks and swerved but still hit it. I felt the thump under the wheels. I knew if it wasn’t dead, it would be soon. I sat in the road and cried for ten minutes. I couldn’t make myself get out of the car and check on it. I couldn’t see what was left of it. I don’t go down that road anymore. I drive twenty minutes out of the way to avoid it and the memory of what happened. I still feel badly about that cat. I know I did all I could to avoid it, but somehow, I think I should have done more.

FS

When I started this blog, I had a flimsy idea on what I was going to do with it. All the secrets that I wanted to share, needed to share.

Now, several days later I find that it isn’t always easy to unburden myself. After keeping the secrets for all this time, I almost don’t know how.

So, when I feel I can, I’m going to confess something here.

Today’s confession:

When I was 18, my best friend came to me and said she thought my father had touched her breasts while she was sleeping. She didn’t want to talk to my father about it or her parents. I didn’t know what to do. I went to my father and told him what she had said, accused him of molesting my friend. He denied it. He said he had just pulled up the blankets for her. There was something inside of me that didn’t believe him. A look, the smile on his face, the way he spoke. I don’t know what it was specifically. He had never done anything to me that was inappropriate in any way. I had no basis to believe he lied, just that feeling that he did. To this day, I still believe he did it.

FS

Welcome.

This blog is dedicated to all the secrets that we hold deep in our hearts. I wanted a place to be able to anonymously tell the cyber world, what I don’t dare tell anyone outside of it.

I invite you to do the same.

Share with me, with the cyber world, all your secrets.

If you don't feel you can do so publicly, I offer my email to you to write me there.

FoundSecrets@hotmail.com

FS