You've done a bad, bad thing. That's good! Doing bad things and relishing that fresh just-broke-the-rules feeling is one of the most precious and awesome things about sex, dating, and being in love. From the sound of last week's Hooksexup Dating Confessions, you've all been up to no good this August. We couldn't be more proud. Here's the week that was:

August 9 2009, 01:28 a.m.
"Remember the time you fucked me in my closet while I was trying to fold clothes?"

August 9 2009, 11:06 a.m.
"I worry that I'll get drunk and confuse facebook with dating confessions."

August 9 2009, 01:34 p.m.
"I hate it when the married guy I'm fucking tells me stuff about his life. Uh, dude, I thought this was an AFFAIR. I already HAVE a boyfriend, I don't need another one."

August 9 2009, 02:48 p.m.
"Anal cherry popped last night. Fail to see the big deal."

August 10 2009, 01:10 a.m.
"Now that you are famous, you better not piss me off or I will leak all compromising photos of you on the internet!"

August 11 2009, 02:08 p.m.
"You can stop me from saying I want you. But dammit you can't stop me from masturbating."

August 12 2009, 05:36 a.m.
"I thought I needed you to be on time to events and that you had to have reasonable career goals with a solid plan for retirement before I could marry you and have kids, but I think I just need you to love me just the way you're doing now. I'll take on everything else... Ok, I know that sounds crazy but when you're howling, 'I love you, I love you, I love you!' while I'm fucking you doggy-style aand I'm pulling your dreads I'm thinking: 'I gotta marry this girl!' Besides, how many black chicks actually like Johnny Cash!?! You are so marrying me!!"