I’m hooked on speed.
I’m a trifle concerned but enjoying it far too much.
But I’ve never cheated on any SO so that makes me feel better.
I have also never stolen stuff from anyone.
And I don’t have a gambling problem and I don’t drink
and I don’t hit people.
I’m still hooked on speed, though.
oh- the other secret-
Shh!
I- don’t think David Bowie’s that great!!!
There, I said it.
I really, REALLY enjoy something that is pretty kinky.
I also know something about my best friend’s brother that would put their family into total shock.
I personally know six men who are having affairs on their spouses, three of them right here at work. I guess I just have this trusting personality that makes them want to ask me for advice.
I once had sex during work hours locked in the computer room, just feet away from a large office. The guy still works here and we still crack inside jokes about it. No one has a clue.
I know a woman who is going to leave her husband for another man as soon as she is financially secure. The poor guy thinks everything is fine at home.
Hmm, my secret… My real name is not Ozone. But don’t tell anybody. It’s a secret. 
No seriously. Had a drunk girl (a friend) plant an unexpected kiss on my lips not too long ago. I scolded her, and she just laughed. About a half an hour later, she walked up very close to me, gave me these “f*ck me” eyes, and said (and this is no shit) “I want to feel you inside of me”. Well, that’s all fine and good, but I don’t think my wife would approve… :o Like a good boy I told her I couldn’t do that. The worst part is that I can’t say anything to my wife, because this friend and my wife do NOT get along.
I figure, it was innocent enough, and nothing happened, so why get anyone upset over it, right? What’s really funny, is this friend was VERY embarrassed the next day. She remembered the kiss, and about died over that, but she claims to not remember the other. So now, every chance I get, I remind her about it. She just tells me to shut up. 
A (still) single girl who swore up and down that she would NOT have sex with any man she hadn’t been with for at least a year gave it away like a supermarket sample about three weeks ago to her best friend’s brother.
I am waiting for the SDwomen picture pages to come out so I can develop intricately-planned fantasies, which will be available for sale. Sale means that you can buy the script and do them to other people (or, in some cases, do other people). However, my fantasies about being with people (other than the ones I would sell) would seem dreadfully tame to most of you, since they A. don’t involve sex and B. don’t involve cinnamon oil. Plus I don’t want anyone stealing my ideas.
Plus, on top of everything else, I’m a shy guy. And I don’t kiss and tell (which is actually a helluva lot easier than it sounds b/c I am not with anyone right now, nor have I been for four years).
I’m still a bit hung-up on this guy I went out with twice about 3 months ago. Even though I tell my friends that I’m totally and completely over the whole situation, I’d say yes in a heartbeat if he were to magically change his mind and want to see me again. sigh I’m such a putz.
[hijack] Those of you that know that these people are cheating… do you plan on telling their spouses? I’m just curious as to why you keep quiet. Wouldn’t you want to know if it was happening to you?[/hijack]
Now… I only have a couple of secrets but they’re not very good.
My parents don’t know that my boyfriend and I have been living together practically since the day we met 3 months ago. They know that I have to move by the end of this month because the house I rent was sold but they don’t know that my boyfriend and I are getting another apartment together.
My family doesn’t know who the father of my son is. My boyfriend and a few close friends know and that’s it.
I also like some pretty kinky things that I would never share here!
I’m in love with you, but your current signature line scares me. Is that a knife in your boot?
Rachelle - Trust me on this one, NEVER, EVER, EVER be the one to break that kind of news to someone unless you are extremely close to the person.
If my sister’s husband was cheating on her, yeah, I would tell her right after I kicked his ass. There is no way I would tell a co-worker’s wife that her husband is cheating on her. NO WAY!
It’s a funny thing with spouses who are being cheated on. Most know or suspect it, most close their eyes to it, most will hate the person who makes it real by telling them.
It’s none of my business beyond the private conversations I have with the men. Period.
Well, here’s my open secret.
I’m depressed more often than not, and it’s not at all unusual for me to feel suicidal. But don’t worry, I made me promise not to act on it at least until I turn 25.
2 and a half years left; if I still feel hopeless then, I’ll decide whether I want to continue or not.
Now if I told you a secret, it wouldn’t be a secret.
I’ve got a crush on Aenea.
I visited her home page a while back and DAMN! She could be the sister of a woman I used to work with.
Whoops. Uhhh - don’t tell anyone…
SouthernStyle
Well… this guy about my age came in the other day looking for a printer cable. He was with this girl with purple hair and naturally dark skin… one of those girls who’s just so damn attractive, but you’d never take them home to mom… Anyway, this guy was obviously gay, and after I got him a cable, he started talking about how he used to work here, and launched into a whole bunch of dirt about people who work here, or used to! People I know! It was great!
The best one is that the head of LP (security) got this girl, Amy pregnant. Amy had a miscarriage, and never told the guy that she had been pregnant.
The juciest part is that she got fired because he caught her embezzling money to the tune of $2400!
Tell me that’s not a story!
–Tim
Ok, techie. Here’s one for you, a happy one.
I recently discovered that there’s a whole lot more to making love than I ever suspected. :o
Ok, so I’m a throwback to my parent’s Puritanical upbringing a lot more than I realized. But, I intend to make up for lost time, as soon as Mr Bear gets home for good.
My favorite new thing to do in the bedroom? Ain’t tellin’.
Yet.
hmmm trying to think of a secret, not many to not tell about. ?? whatever that meant, i kinda have a thing for those smelly carnie chicks, ya know the ones with no teeth and have pit hair so nasty its in dredlocks.
haha thats gross. i was kidding.
i know a couple of secrets at work but can tell because i dont know who all is here that might work with me.
ahh i just thought of it.
im a chickenshit. not like your cowardly lion type, i like to have fun and do my share of crazy and stupid stuff. but its in regards to women. for some bizare reason i cant talk to them, usually i am quite witty and fun to talk to, but i can never bring myself to go up to them and say hi. pretty pathetic huh?
does anybody know how i can get around this problem?
Turpentine, you’ve got to work that out. If you can’t fix it, get some help. It’s a bad place to be and you know it.
TATER! Where is my cd of TV’s Greatest Love Songs Played on the Accordian by Frankie Yankovich?
I lead a dull, wholesome life. I could be a poster child for dull wholesome people, along with Tatertot.
I’ve never heard my neighbors make love or have affairs, but I have heard a few of them have fights. Unfortunately, whatever it was about was unintelligable. They really must argue in my back yard where there are no walls and distance to restrict eavesdropping. Weeners.
Although I am a bit of a klepto at times. Nothing from stores, but if I like a pen that the waitress gives me to sign something, I keep it. Oh, and hotel towels are mine.
And I’ve been meaning to work out either in the mornings or after my husband comes home, but I’m too tired either way. And if it isn’t, it’s too humid. If it’s not too humid, the bugs are out. If the bugs aren’t out, then a pile of cookies is calling my name.
This isn’t really a secret as the OP had intended, but it’ll fit right in with how the thread got off track.
A couple of years back I worked for a company that must remain nameless. It was a semi-high tech group that worked long and sometimes random hours. Plus we had 24/7 staffing in the computer room and 18/7 in telecomm so it wasn’t unusual to find people around the office at weird hours.
Well, we got a new boss in the local office. He was promoted from a field office, over everyone in the organization, to instantly become the top dog. Most of us didn’t even know who he was.
An affair started up between he and his secretary. A pretty low thing to do when one considers that her husband also worked in the same office.
It got to be the talk of the office, our development office 1,000 miles away, and upper management in their ivory tower. Their “secret” was coffee topic literally all over the country. But as long as the office kept running semi-smoothly (i.e. profitably) everyone turned a blind eye.
That all ended one night when the two of them worked late. About the time that it got dark out, they started pawing at one another behind the locked door of his office. In no time at all, he’s sitting back in his high-backed executive chair and she’s between his knees delivering a heckuva blowjob.
One would think that in a second floor office with at least a 3 foot wall from the floor to the window sill that some manner of privacy would be available.
The plan would have worked, but for two things. 1) It had gotten dark outside. The light from in the office lit it up beautifully allowing an excellent view of everything in eyesight; 2) The outdoor security camera mounted on top of a 20’ utility pole actually looked down into the office.
Got the whole thing on tape…
SouthernStyle
I could tell you but then I would have to kill you.
Here’s my secret.
I’m getting old.
I used to go out every Friday with my friends, come home with Saturday’s dawn burning my eyes, as drunk as CheifScott on leave, rudely wake my husband up and demand sex “Right Now!”.
But now I’m old. I think about going out, but then think of how hung over I’d be on Sunday and how comfy my couch is and if I wait until everyone’s asleep I can play with the PlayStation until dawn.
Don’t tell anybody, I have a bad reputation to uphold.