Humanity
Exploring the Art of Kiss
Explore different kissing techniques to heighten arousal and deepen emotional connections, including peck kissing, butterfly kissing, bite kissing, teasing kisses, ice cube kissing, slow kissing, nibbling kissing, sucking kissing, earlobe kissing, forehead kissing, hand kissing, and cheek kissing, and learn tips for enhancing arousal and pleasure through kissing, incorporating kissing into intimate moments, and understanding the historical and cultural significance of romantic kissing.
By Timothy A Rowland3 years ago in Confessions
Lie To Me Issue #4. Content Warning.
I was alone, my mom’s house was empty. My social media and my phone had been blowing up with people asking me if what I had done was true, some of them were telling me about how terrible I am, that I am less than a person. My employers asked if I was coming into work that day. I was simply drained. I guess I must have been more tired than I thought because my mother told me I had been asleep for almost two days, didn’t eat, barely went to the bathroom. To me, it all felt like one long day. I knew that I didn’t get all my bags out of my car before it was towed, I figured I would do it in the morning, my backpack was in the car that held my wallet, the last of my cash, my laptop, and some more personal items. I was back at step zero.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker3 years ago in Confessions
That New York Apartment.
I never thought that I would be here I am today. I had so many reasons to run. Of course leaving hurt. It hurt like nothing else in the world and I was supper scared. I was so tired of being the girl that I was. I felt stuck in the place that most others think is so freeing. I’m sorry that I left but it was for the best even though something always felt odd. I watched the city change. I don’t know New York anymore. Someone had to have left first. I knew deep down that it would be me. I don’t think the people I loved knew that I was going to leave the way I did but I knew when I was young that I wouldn’t stay in the city. I did the minimum anyone asked me, always shouting but not to loud. Just trying to blend in with the rage of NYC.
By Nat 3 years ago in Confessions
Lie To Me: One Off.
This is going to be a one off story that is connected to the overall story, but this plays no significant role in personal growth, the story’s narrative, nor does it include Posey Jones. However, this story has stuck with me in the darkest nights and in my most solitude moments. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this.
By (JERJ) Thudd Walker3 years ago in Confessions
Man, I love you. Runner-Up in Love Unraveled Challenge.
Nearly eight years ago, my Dad took his own life. A few months later, one of my closest friends, aged only 34, died suddenly. After an innocuous bike ride, he went for a lie-down and never woke up. An unknown heart condition stole a friend who was the light of every room he walked into.
By Leo Dis Vinci3 years ago in Confessions
Kindness
The impact of kindness extends far beyond the moment in which it is given. Research has shown that acts of kindness not only benefit the recipient, but also the giver, by releasing feel-good hormones like oxytocin and serotonin that promote feelings of happiness and well-being. In essence, kindness is a form of social currency that enriches both the giver and the receiver, creating a cycle of positivity that can have far-reaching effects. By cultivating a culture of kindness in our interactions with others, we can contribute to a more compassionate and harmonious world where empathy and understanding reign supreme.
By Saso Elsaied3 years ago in Confessions
The Alchemy of Love
Spoiler Alert: The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho is discussed, including the ending. The quest for love consumed me for most of my life, which was a dark and twisting labyrinthine affair filled with frustrating dead ends, prison cells of my own creation, and more monsters, both within and without, than I care to count. There was a gnawing, aching, ravenous void inside me, a black hole of self-loathing and depression, and my warped mind believed for decades that love was the only thing that could fill it up. It turns out I was right, but not in the way that I thought.
By J. Otis Haas3 years ago in Confessions
I Thought I Knew
I thought I knew what love was, when I saw you walk in for the first time. When my instincts told me I wanted you, when I felt you brush against me only in passing. But you weren't mine, so as coworkers I gave you everything I had, all I had to give.
By Justin Coccimiglio3 years ago in Confessions
How I Overcame My Depression with Cooking and Prayer
I was trapped in a vicious cycle of depression, a silent enemy that robbed me of joy and hope. Every day was a struggle, and every night was a nightmare. I felt worthless, hopeless, and helpless. I tried to hide my pain behind a mask of smiles, but inside, I was falling apart.
By BizBas 3 years ago in Confessions
A Rose 🌹 is a Rose 🥀 is a Rose 💐
I say with quite an unswerving conviction that whatever form of posterity love ❤️ takes through me , it surely draws upon a wide variety . It’s range extends into similes, metaphors and as well into parodies, with underpinnings that make me tantalizingly closer to love more than any. It whispers sweet nothings as in verses carelessly spreading in sprees. Intently so, its Provence alongside its piercings, underlie in the following:Disclosure—Dear reader, this then, above all the deep down revelations, dares in exacting ( rather perfecting it, here and now,) the didactical tonal cleaves of love; vaunting nor wailing to the end of this excessive. To that, bear me in peace!And as is, it equals to—me celebrating you in me, as originally as can be. Indubitably so, for my sort of poetic utterances, perhaps landing more fairly, (now more than ever, ) over your eyes, to envision —WHITE brighter than bright , as in peace 🕊️. Though it may not be precisely clear but here comes a verse field of emotion depicting love as I view it …Love can be crafty, Love can be sweet, So is ,Such is , Said of it ! And as is, What is, Sung of it Blessed ‘re verses which sail on it For Love—so requited, thrills on it…Lingering bold, as a warmth in folds,Showing it’s worth in the winnings of it, And by all it’s means, and all by itself —-Oft bestowing a solace astride,For every need longing on it Over fostered fires, evoking extinct desiresAs well —to see, what comes of it With spirited fervors, inlaid —lovelier, as spring —forever, basks on it Yet, we make it sure, to be so assured,and still wonder—-What c’d be truly made of it ?!In hiding more, but feeling more than hunger pure, than must we speak —bold—of it For o’er the glints , it glitters in gold,As sun-dews subtly whisper on it And to think of an hour,in that crush of a minute,who will be it … harboring—still on it ?!For many a shades, in colors so made As guilds of golds grace on it This is how amazing, love can feel Witnessing it’s woes;so mended , so blended, With smoothness so stitched—As accents to linger deep on itNot seeing how, but in the graces so pureit sews — as a suture,with all it’s cures,fixing hurt that’s likely to come by—While despair decides to pass on it And as is , was as, is the case of itNeither was it mum nor can it be meek Forth in wanting,it’s always so sleek Sometimes bending, all on it’s knees, and other times falling and howling —head over heelsOh! But all’s so sweet , it’s just so complete So be it ! So be it! As we think of it, Becoz, It does it’s all, in tricks so called;Befallen for the most part, is the beauty of it !
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Confessions
