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I like leading on girls that repulse me. Maybe it’s a new fetish or maybe I’m just evil. I feel good doing it. I even can get it up for them as I lure them into bed. It’s quite easy actually. Getting it up for the ugly however, depends on how big the lie and buildup is.
Many girls I was with that once looked good now look like detritus, but they’re easy. Easy to fool. East to play with and easy to sleep with.
My best friend is like this. She’s a man eater and a self proclaimed whore. She likes using men for anything but she’s about money and power. I’m more about mind manipulation which I can do on either sex and sex with someone beneath me. It’s more fun with the weak I find. I know this is bad but the climax is just too good to stop. Love that payoff.
Sometimes we’ll go about and surprise people with what we go home with and other times just look around for an easy mark. She will go with anything while I go for the desperate ones to get off with. It’s so easy, it’s delicious.
The grosser and more pathetic they are the better the release. Plus I’ve found the fat myth is actually true, they are often incredible in bed and c*m boatloads more than regular bimbos.
Are they just that grateful and turned on, or is it just how they are? Likely, I have a lot to do with it as it’s easy with any girl whether hot or yuck, but the pathetic ones it’s become an obsession as the sexual release is so great that I just cannot help myself.
I confess I wish my ex girlfriends mother was dead. She’s a schizo. She practiced black magic, she has no teeth because she pulled them all out. Something witches do. And she’s a terrible person, who’s not even a real mother. I wish I never met her. But goddamned formalities and politeness ends up with me dealing with some stupid..I hate her.
I have become a hoarder. I go on eBay late at night when everyone is asleep and I buy luxury clothing and shoes that are not even my size. I started working from home so I can accept the packages without my husband knowing. I have boxes on top of boxes and I tell him that they are inventory that I am selling online but I'm not. I haven't sold anything online in over a year or two. I am so sick over my deception and addiction that I just lay in bed all day and make plans on how I am going to rectify the situation. But all I do is wind up unpacking one box and repackaging the items in another. I don't know why I am doing this. I never cared about things like that before but now it's like if I see a Tory Burch bag for $5 with free shipping and I dont buy it I feel like I'm about to take a huge test that I am completely unprepared for, or like I'm about to jump out of a plane. The only thing that stops the anxiety is buying the item. I am out of money and I can't remember the last time I did dishes or made dinner. I just lock myself in my room and obsess over this all day and all night.
Me and my son's girlfriend shopped all day for swimsuits. We shared changing rooms as we assisted one another. I confess I got wet, horny, and filled with naughty thoughts. I am straight but got so aroused by her. I found myself looking her over. And now I get wet thinking of touching her naked body, and more. Something is wrong with me.
I feel like I need to be disciplined but I am to afraid to tell anyone I can do some really bad things and get away with it
A man tried to force his way in to see my wife nude. I enjoyed hurting him. I made him lay on the ground & beg. I’m not sorry. I’d do it again
I’m suffering from self harm addiction and I’m so guilty because I promised everyone I’d stop but I can’t especially when I have a very bad day
There are two women that I am very interested in dating and the interest with both seems mutual. I know one is totally crazy and will do nothing but piss me off once we start a relationship because I've seen how shady she can be but I find myself drawn to her more than the other. I know she'll likely cheat on me, or take advantage of me, because I see her doing it with her current boyfriend with me but I just can't help myself. The other girl is really sweet, kind, sexy as hell, and for whatever reason, I'm just drawn to the psycho.
I get depressed when I hear how well friends/family are doing but when they tell me something bad or when something went wrong I feel better about myself..... also I fucking hate people in my home town i have fantasys about a post apocalyptic world where I'm the new leader of my town and I execute and torture the people who I don't like..
Trying to figure out how I am going to pay for my kiddo's tuition this semester. Blew $100 right up my nose this evening. I'm a selfish prick.
I made a pass on a married woman. It was just for fun but she wants to get divorced now.
I feel bad. :(
Today I saw my crush and a girl laughting and I felt very bad I'm not jealous but I don't why when I think to this scene I want to cry but I don't!
My kid Andy told me the other day that he has a super power. He said he could make himself invisible from time to time because me and my husband aren't listening to him or paying attention to him. I didn't know that he thought we wouldn't care too much but now when I think about it... We always thought he's annoying and didn't want to play with him. Now I feel bad.
I confess I'm a bad mother.
I have a bad tendency to get violent when I'm angry and I'm scared of my self I forget who I am and what I'm doing and I blank out and don't remember anything unless I'm told what I have done and tbh it scares me not knowing what I do when I lose it I feel like I should be in a mental asylum I hate myself for getting violent
Me and my professor got a little too close...
Sir asked me to stay back after class to 'discuss' some extra credit homework when I noticed how wide his eyes were as he stared at my busty chest. Immediately I felt myself dripping from between my thighs; I was so wet. Due to his young age (26) and incredibly sexy body he could've passed as a student. "Like what you see?" I giggled mindlessly while I snapped out of the fantasy I was dreaming of. What had I just done? My own teacher! This was way too innopropriet ! "As a matter of fact, Megan, yes. Yes I do" Shocked, my mouth hit the ground until he hungrily attacked my lips. Despite the vicious pace, sir's kisses were tender and caring. Suddenly, his large hands caressed my bare shoulders- followed by a long trail of small kisses. A soft moan escaped my mouth and a cheeky grin crept onto my professors face. He knew how gorgeous he was yet was not boastful. Tightly, manly arms wrapped around my waste and I could feel his massive bulge poking at my twitching pussy even from over our clothing. That was soon removed. naked in my hot teachers classroom. Wow. Not braking eye contact, he placed me over his wooden desk exposing my soaked pussy. Without warning he forced himself deep inside me and I reluctantly screamed as loud as I could. The fear of being caught turned us both on. He pumped steadily while slowly rubbing my clit. It felt so fucking good. simultaneously, we came. Cum shot all over my red ass as he smeared it further up my bare body. I was exhausted
Still not sure what the best course of action is. I am kind of lost and I do not know anything.
I am at the hospital right now. It was a standard procedure, but I have to stay here for 5 days in total. It is day 2 right now and I would like to say that the nurses here are so rude!!
They are unfriendly, do not smile, only talk to rant and snarl at you.
Is it too much to ask to show a bit of kindness? Especially when you are working with sick people? It is not like it is their job to take care of people and I think that also includes some kind of courtesy and friendliness?
But the doctors are the complete counterpart - always happy, friendly and take their time to treat us patients right.
When I am out of here, I will stop smoking altogether. I will never set another foot in a hospital as a patient again!
I need to apologize, for agonizing you because of my personal insecurities. You were always a good friend to me, not my best friend, but always there when called upon. Lately, I've been jealous of your achievements even though it is my weakness to not be as good as you. I've believed hurtful rumors about you but despite all of that, I can't help but adore the person you are. I want to talk, but I don't know where to start. It's hard to be on the wrong side and face you everyday without guilt killing a part of me. Wishing you the best of all worlds, girl.
I am a divorced mom of two. And I have to get something out of my chest.
About two yrs. ago, I discovered that my then husband was having an affair with a coworker from the office he works for.
As angry as I was, I found the way of keep my head cold. I turned the blind eye for about a year while getting evidence of his actions, so I could build a strong case against him in the court so, I did.
A year went by and he acted very surprised when confronted with the evidence my lawyer presented to him. He knew he had no choice but to sign the papers.
Two weeks later after he moved out of the house, I threw a party to celebrate my long awaited divorce.
I work for a big company with medium to small branches all over the city (Monterrey, Mexico) which specializes in selling construction and builders materials.
Every branch has a secretary and two male workers. The big branches have two secretaries and up to four workers. where I work it's just me and two guys.
I would be lying if I said I've been an angel. Every now and then I would accept an invitation from my coworkers to have a drink and some kissing and fondling had happened when we were drunk but that was all. Never had sex with them even thou there's mutual attraction; much less an affair.
So I threw this party to celebrate and of course; friends, family and coworkers were invited.
Everything was so great, plenty of music, beer, tequila, carne asada and above all, happiness and laughter.
It was around 1 am that the first guesses started leaving so I told my then 6 & 8 y/o kids to go to bed, and by 2 am every family member and friends were gone. But back at the patio my two coworkers were still drinking and listening to music so I joined. We danced some more and at some point, I started to feel dizzy. I'm not a tequila drinker but I was so happy that I had a few shots while dancing.
All I remember from that moment on, is my coworkers helping me undress in my bedroom.
The next morning I was awaked by my sons moving my shoulder and slapping my face. MOM WE ARE HUNGRY!!!
Well it was still morning.11:40am
I opened my eyes and raised my upper body a little just to find out I was completely nude in the middle of my also completely nude coworkers who were still snoring.
I told my sons get out of the room... I have to get dressed.
As soon as they walked out I awaked both of the guys so they could get dressed and leave.
Feeling my anus a little sensitive, I jumped in the shower not before I took a pee and relieved my guts in what appeared to be a mix of liquid and foamy substance without the smell of... well you know what I mean.
"It must be the tequila"... I said to myself
That day was what appeared to me an endless Sunday. I was avoiding almost all day to approach the subject with my sons but, they were in a funny mood with awkward faces and attitudes all day long so by dinner time I had to finally ask them.
Roberto was watching!!! one immediately told on his brother.
Yeah but you too!!! replied Ricardo the youngest.
WATCHING WHAT??? I asked.
What those men were doing to you!
OMG! I didn't know what to tell them so I changed the subject and send them to sleep with the excuse of their early school tomorrow.
The next morning I walked into the store. Pedro and Raul (my coworkers) were there already.
So I asked them both... what the hell happened that night?
Raul very nervous asked me... you don't remember? nothing?
I said... of course not! otherwise I wouldn't be asking!
They told me that I was like in a trance, yelling at them to fuck the shit out of me. Pedro was going to start while Raul was going to wait outside the room but I told him not to. I was already undressed so they undressed as well and started to fuck me both at the same time.
And then what?... I asked
Well you wanted to have anal sex.
And?... I asked again
We gave you a beer enema
Omg!... I started to laugh. You did???
So you went to the restroom and then came back and we both had anal sex and all kinds of sex with you.
Ok...I said. That's pretty much some kinky night but still pretty normal don't you think?
At that point they looked each other to the eyes.
Ok OK... now what???... I asked
"Well... we told you your sons were peeping because the door was open and you told us to let them watch"
Omg!... I said that?
"Yes. not only that but you told them to get closer so they could see better"
And what did they do?... I asked
"Well they were there watching the show at the edge of the bed the rest of the night"
And that was it right?
"Ok you asked for another beer enema before sending your sons to sleep and we went to sleep as well"
I was in a shock but at the same time somehow felt a little aroused by the thought of me being capable of doing such things.
Not surprisingly, days later my sons asked me when was I going to throw another party.
We've done it four more times without the need of a large party, just tequila and beer. Just the three of us and of course those two who wouldn't miss the show.
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