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So I'm 16 years old and have always fantasized about being with an older man. I don't know why I'm like this but it's something that excites me. I absolutely dislike guys my age and their immature ways, it just doesn't satisfy me at all. No one knows about this but I'm currently talking to a 24 year old guy who my older sisters knew in high school and now he's talking to me. It all started with a friend request and then he messaged me. He was definitely flirtatious with me and I knew exactly what was going on. I know people will say that he's just using me for one thing but I don't care, I just love doing this and fantasize all the time about us having sex. I'm not sure if it will happen but I hope one day it will while I'm still young. I sound really dumb and naive but this is just my confession about myself.
Started my first job today, had a panic attack for the first time in 3 years. I embarrassed myself infront of the owner. My grandma told me I still have to go back tomorrow, and that "You just have to push yourself". Honesty thinking about killing myself tonight. I don't want to do this, i don't want to go back.
The only reason i even agreed to getting a job is to help my family. I never planned this far ahead in my life. I really thought I'd be dead aready. I know im selfish. Im tired of living like this. I fucking hate myself so much. I dont want to do anything. I even got a bike for riding to work, and some money to buy me brand new clothes for the first time in 4 years. My brother gets new clothes alot, idk if gma buys them or if he does, more than likely both, he whines until she caves. (does she not like me?). If i dont work ill have to give it back, my grandma spend some of the money towards other items we need for ourselves (laundry soap,and some other stuff you cant buy with food stamps.) She doesn't work so we cant spare the money(around $180). I feel like i have to take care of her so much, but i dont do shit just leech off of her. But i also fucking hate her, she just keeps denying shit that happening. I dont feel a connection with her anymore, i don't want to be here. I dont see her as i use to, a mom. Shes just a pushover shes not the same person i grew up with a child. I dont know whats up with her. She just eats, smoke, goes on facebook. She smells bad a good amount of the time. But i dont tell her, why should i? Do i still love her? Respect her? She doesnt talk care of herself anymore, did i cause this? Did raising me and my brother do this to her?
Sorry about this, just needed to rant. I dont plan on responding to this. Dont even think anyone will read this grammer shit fest. Im just doing this to help me think outside of my head.
About a month ago, I had a miscarage. I’ve only told my parents and husband about it and they’ve asked me if I was okay. I keep telling them I am and to not say anything to anyone else because it won’t change anything. But the truth is I was never okay to start with and i cry whenever I’m alone and no one can see it.
People are wondering about politics. They are blaming the current leader. He just got in. He hasn’t done anything yet. So he can’t be at fault. The previous guy was great at that, until he faced a pandemic.
Have you ever seen us so divided? I didnt worry much until the very end. Then we had crazy people in the capital.
Now they blame the previous guy for that. I heard the word “peaceful”. So he was not the cause.
One of his assistants did seem to say words that may have helped cause that.
Now most of the people in there just posed for selfies. But there were some possibly dangerous ones. And at least two very dangerous ones.
But we have to look at things without picking a side or being nuts ourself. I don’t see this as us vs then. Because for me it’s al of us are us.
I’ve offered encouragement; advice; ideas. But I’m just one person.
But there at the end it got a little scary. I hope they take security very serious. That insurrection was nuts. The more I read about it, the scarier it was.
They need to really keep him safe. There are nuts out there.
The pandemic has caused great division. We need to become one.
But there’s something that bothers me. We have multiple variants of this virus. Is the virus mutating that fast? Or is that someone releasing multiple variants into our population? If that’s it we have to be very vigilant. That would mean someone is doing this on purpose. Why? To invade us? To test us? Just to do it?
Now it’s probably just a random virus mutating. But we must consider worse case, and hope for best case.
See, the problem with this is if we are under attack or being tested, they would be releasing variants.
And don’t just assume no one is. Think about it. We were all fine and dandy. And I hen wham. We are knee deep in this crap. There should have been time to slowed this down. We got slammed. The whole world got slammed.
So did someone realease it in that country on purpose to make them look bad. Or did that nation do this to all of us on purpose. If they did was it just to test us. To advance their position. Or to start a much more dangerous thing?
I k ow that sounds crazy, but remember 9/11. Did you see that coming? I did. I predicted it about a year before. See we as a people must realize the weapons of this world are spreading. Everyone’s got nukes now. And large missle tech. And rocket tech. You do realize when some people put crap in orbit; they are really just testing missiles. They could use that same tech to deliver nukes right on any of us.
There’s a dude who fed his own relative alive to dogs. This guy now has missies and nukes.
Then there’s a nation that is very hostile towards us. That’s generating attacks towards our troops. This nation caught one of our drones. Just flew it down and ran off with it. That means someone sold them the codes and stuff. That was set up espionage.
This nation is quickly working towards middles and nukes.
Well a virus does mutate. Once it’s released into a large population you can expect it to become more tame. That’s because all the deadlier variants are more lethal quicker. If everyone can goto ground it stops itself. By killing all its victims.
The variants that do the least damage are accepted by the host the easiest. These strains of the virus are now part of us. Like the common cold. We don’t care much. It stays alive to go carrier to carrier. See it must keep moving host to host to stay alive because our bodies are always killing it. But by then it’s on to other hosts. That’s the common cold. It just migrated around the world. We coexist. We just slowly react to it. It just moves on. We both stay alive.
But the new virus is a mother. It’s kicking us hard. Why is that? Because we got donkey Kong slammed that’s why. The question is why and how.
Well I think it cane from a lab. They set on it. Then wham. It was on us.
Now did they set on it because their government is socialist? If so that’s not an attack, but it is dangerous. Chernobyl. Go watch that. Now look at where we are at. They wanted to hide the truth & try to contain it. We got slammed.
The Who head helped cause this by sitting on the fact a pandemic was building up inside their border. When it finally broke loose we were not ready.
Chernobyl was the same problem. Had their society not been so closed in secretive the world could have helped. It got so bad those goons almost wiped out Western Europe. So I know I sound crazy. And I am a little. But we have to be vigilant because socialists are nuts at the leadership level. They treat humans like a slave class. Like animals.
Now look at the pandemic again my fellow humans. We are all getting freaking donkey slammed because a nation hid this internally until it grew out of control. Then it burst out of their borders and swept over all of us. It almost killed me already. That ticks me off. I’ve got a disabled kid with a poor immunity hiding from this crap. I can’t teach him not to touch his nose. If he dies it’s because of those clowns. Do you get that?
My sweet love I’d hanging on by a thread from a different diseas. If this hits her it’s becausd of those clowns. If she gets it she will die. It will be their fault. Do you get that?
So we as a global community must hold them accountable. Not by going to war. But by forcing them to be more open. Had they allowed The Who in there we could have helped control this.
So we all must start making more of our stuff in our own borders. US in US. W Euro in W Euro. The US can include Canada & Mexico. We can all share with Australia. But they need to be more self sufficient.
South America does their own thing so we have to leave them to it. They are in league with Russia & Iraq it seems. So I guess they will all sort it out. Russia already is self contained & supposedly is more honest now. So I think they would warn the world.
This isn’t about politics. This is about us warning each other. Working together. Do all of you see why this is important now? Is everyone tired of hiding and seeing people die yet?
See best case this was from a bat in a wet market or some such. That’s probably a cover.
Next best case. It’s from a lab near that wet market. Someone went in a cave. People got sick. Died fast. They contained it. Put it in a lab. They study it. Some idiot either accidentally or on purpose releases it. Janitor. Angry person. Now Chinas gotta deal with it. Like in Chernobyl; the secretive closed off socialists try to hide what’s happening. No media to warn the world. They grab up doctors so they cant talk. The WHO is not allowed inside. There are rumblings of the truth within the WHO. But the leader doesn’t tell the world & keeps it suppressed. The world is under the impression that it’s a minor thing. It doesn’t really transfer easy. Then it’s not that bad.
Wham. We get hit. Now I had already did some stuff. As soon as I heard China travel is closed I went to ground. I had most of my 2-3 yrs of supplies ready as soon as I heard the rumors. Had it not gotten loose I’d had to use up that crap & just like the other 2 times I’ve done this in the last 40 years or so I’d heard about how I’m paranoid. But it’s funny when 9/11 happened I already had a giant pile of plastic; tape; food. My wife thought I was crazy as I spent a year getting ready. I needed to be able to survive a chemical attack for 4-5 years. The plastic was for my windows the food for my family. I had my escape plan ready. My supplies.
She laughed at me. Then it happened. She said how did you know? Because I’m smart. When the asteroid hits one day the world will need smart people like me to survive. To pass down my genes. To help any of you I can to survive also. So we can rebuild the world. Letting myself die by laziness. And my high IQ children will hurt any survivors. So I owe it to you to try to save myself. Even though I don’t fear it. If I die I goto Heaven.
So when the avian & stuff happened I piled up my stuff. And nothing happened. It was contained. Then my wife laughed and got onto me.
She accused me of being crazy this time. Well. In all honestly I’m nearly dead. I can barely walk. But I owed it to the world to drag my butt around and protect my smart children. Just in case this became a pandemic. No offense. It most of you will not get us out into space. There’s a chance some of my kids may. We shall see. They are smart. But not like me. They just seem like smart normal kids. No one got the very high IQ. But maybe one of my grandkids. But either way I’m their daddy so I protected them because I loved them.
This time she didn’t ask how I knew. She gave up a long time ago. She just accepts I know. So I thought I was ready when it hit. Then I found out we needed new very specific items since one of my kids had almost died as this was hitting. Now I was out there with all of you. That’s ok. I know how to protect myself. You should have seen people staring at me before this hit.
I looked like I stepped out of a movie in all my PPE. For weeks I was getting all the cheapest stuff. All the sales stuff. Putting it away. Then I went home & waited. I heard how I’m crazy. My being nearly dead had driven me crazy.
Then it hit. My wife cried. Thanked me for trying to save them.
Then my child being sick put me out there with all of you. I was like crap. I was ready. Now I’m in the craze too. Thankfully while y’all were fighting over toilet paper I was looking for things most people don’t need. Only so many of us need what I needed for him.
But I’ve survived.
How do you people avoid this in the future? I’m currently leaking blood out of places. So I’m trying to use my own medical knowledge to save myself. Safer than a hospital right now. But if I die I’d feel bad if I didn’t warn you.
I don’t care if China wants to be socialist. That’s up to their people. But we can’t have this again. The next virus may be much worse. It may be man made. Who knows. This one may have been. I’m not going to explain it all.
China has to allow two different world health groups inside. To monitor such things. To sound the alarm to the rest of us. To allow smart people to help them deal with it early.
If they want to sell all of us goods, then they have to play nicely with others. We can’t all be dying because they are a paranoid government that treats their population like slaves.
The head of the WHO was China’s choice. He is a large reason why we are here. They had suspicions it was jumping human to human quickly. But that’s not what the were telling us. As I was hearing rumors I was calmly buying up all the bulk toilet paper on sale. Wearing my PPE. People stared at me. Laughed at me. Let me tell you something. We are a global community. If China was stonewalling the WHO. That meant China had an outbreak they were trying to contain. Which meant some bozo had already brought it to my country. So my country would blossom eventually. So I loaded up. If it were nothing then I’d just not have to but toilet paper for 3 years. But if it was I’d watch TV as all of you chased TP. I had N95 material ready & calmly hand fitted custom masks to all of my loved ones. I remember my wife asking what if someone tries to get it. Let’s say I’m prepared for that too.
So now that this was just an easy one I hope the world has learned. You need borders so you can close them. If a nation wants to trade on a large scale; they have to let you monitor a few things such as virus outbreaks so we can help them deal with it.
We need control over who is appointed head of the WHO. Do you now see why world? They put s puppet stooge in charge. He was more worried about his pocket book than all of you. What little info they gave him he believed. As data trickled into him he suppressed it.
Do you see why any of you that are not socialist should never become socialist? It sounds good on the surface. Let’s all share. Common good. But men are corrupt. I’m not saying these men wanted to do this. I’m saying they naturally suppressed things to hide it from the world. Important people in key places were someone’s relative rather than qualified. There was no independent news to warn the rest of us. It broke out. They had plenty of PPE. Because they make it all.
All of you out here are trusting the WHO. They are trusting their leader. He’s trusting the people who put him in place; China. As it breaks out who does China blame? The Australians; the US; W Euro. Thank on that. Why would we do this to ourselves? But they want their population to believe that. Do any of you want to be socialist? A free democracy with a very free press is the best. Oh it has major issues. But at least you don’t get crap like this. One of our annoying reporters would break the story. Yes we have clowns in the streets. But I’m not out there with them.
The funny thing is; out of all this death. We will be a better people. We will make changes that forces some close minded people to treat others better. Then their kids will grow up more inclusive. We will be nicer. We will be better off. If In life you can’t control when something bad happens. At least try to make the world a better place for anyone who comes out the other side.
Think about a group of people that you don’t like. Why do you not like them? Well; instead of looking for a reason to hate them. Why not look for a reason to coexist? I have worked with devout Muslims. I’m Christian. We got along great mostly. A few we just coexisted. I’ve had Jewish friends. Mormon friends. Jehovah Witnesses. Atheists. You know why? They all felt under attack in a situation. I held out a hand.
After 9/11 I saw a Muslim man isolated. I went and set beside him and talked to him. Some very large men were saying hateful stuff towards his empty table. Now he had a very large man beside him. I pulled my large cross out of my shirt & hung it out. I pulled out my pocket Bible and started to read. Anyone who attacked now knew they’d be fighting a Christian too. They all backed off. Oh I was hated after that by some I had some people who treated me very badly as my health failed because I had done that. I’m their eyes I wasn’t a Christian anymore. In my eyes. I was more Christian than them. Maybe I’m wrong.
I once saw a Jewish family being harassed. I got hold of them and asked them how they were doing. Helped calm the dad. Let him know a Christian loved him. He needed to know at least one Christian loved him wanted his kids in school with mine.
A lot of people laugh at me for being autistic. I hear them make fun of the way I talk. How I walk. My odd behaviors. The odd way I try to communicate. But that’s OK. I pray for them anyways. I love them anyways. They don’t have to love me back.
You want two individual world health agencies who in turn share their data. This means if one crook on the take gets in charge of one; hopefully the other isn’t corrupted. This way if one alarm is not rung. The other is. This will force them to compete with each other for the worlds funding. This will help save all the world from going thru this crap again hopefully. Never fully trust any leader. No matter how much you love them. Always seek to balance two sides of a democracy. Both sides represent about half the people. If you balance it; each side gets some of what they want. Then try to figure out whose not being helped. Slowly shift the balance until they are. The world will be a better place if we all matter.
So I... had an affair with this guy some three years ago. Ugly as fuck, to be honest. Ok I mean, just really unattractive. Our relationship was essentially based on weed. Not that I didn't buy my own. But I would always use with him, just to have someone to smoke with, since I get really anxious when I do. I would smoke loads back then. Then I stopped buying it. 'cause I wanted to stop. But I kept visiting this man's house. We wouldn't have sex anymore, I was having sex with another guy, a friend of his actually. This other guy was kind of nice and really cares about me but I cut him out of my life 'cause he won't have sex with me anymore 'cause he thinks I'm desperate. Which I kind of am. My life is so dull 'cause I have no plans, no projects, no motivation. Aside from weed, I smoke cigarettes and drink, I don't drink too much but yeah, I'm kind of the addictive type you know. Most of all I was addicted, I still am, to these two men. And I'm also anorexic/bulimic, not too thin lately, and I've managed to stop the binging and purging, I'm making progress you know, but still no future, no education... I used to be in university. I was studying philosophy. I was the brightest student in my year, but I was always on drugs and when I started sleeping with these guys I pretty much gave up on everything else. I tried to launch a music career, so to speak. I mean, as I was hurting like a goddamn dog I started composing sad tunes on my guitar. I've been in therapy all my teen and adult life, I'm 23, it's been more than ten years, with different therapists. Maybe I'm gay, maybe I'm bisexual, maybe I'm a random nymphomaniac, narcissistic, shizotypical, borderline fucked up mess with daddy issues and a self-centred attitude and paranoia and bipolar depression and no friends, virtually zero people I trust. I have no idea what I am, it's not like I've been abused and furthermore I got tested and they say I have nothing, I'm just kind of above average intelligence-wise and particularly sensitive, that's what they say. I taught myself how to play piano in ten days and I can do some pretty impressive stuff and bla bla bla yeah I'm showing off. But really I'm just so sad. I dropped out of uni, anyhow. Oh, I said that already didn't I. And I masturbate almost daily but with a sense of disgust even. I don't enjoy any kind of porn anymore, and I don't even enjoy actual sex, I mean, I had a couple of really good fucks with these two guys but yeah who cares. And what kills me is I've been so in love with the second guy but I fucked up because I'm fucked up and now he's gone but it's been three years and I was his first girl so it was bound to happen wasn't it. Why shouldn't he want to be with someone normal who doesn't hit him when he doesn't want to have sex, someone who is not so whiny as I am, so bitter and self-centred and FUCK I wish I could turn back time or I just wish he could DIE sometimes I really do everything except move on with his life leaving me here in my ugly stinky rut. I'm so depressed I've gotten used to it but sometimes I get these glimpses of lucidity and they really hurt.
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I hate my life at the moment. I do not want to pursue a career. I do not want to do anything. I only want people to love me. Why can't they feel the way I do? I appreciate the people in my life so much and I get little back....
I hate my life no one loves me my dad is either drunk or on some kind of drug and my mom hates and she never talks to me and she wonders why I cut my self and I'm anorexic its bc I'm not happy
The most horrible moment for me was getting beat up by a bunch of bitchy high school girls in vacant lot. I remember them kicking me, dragging me by my hair and telling me they were going to strip me in front of a crowd screaming "get her naked" The next thing I felt was my sweat pants and panties sliding down my legs, boys looking at my pussy and girls telling them to pop out my tits. Ended up in nothing but sneakers humiliating myself curled in a ball on the ground and threatened to be left naked if I refused to stand up. I remember running way with no clothes on or going home like that would totally disgracing, so I stood up an swallowed my shame. "Come on bitch hands up and do a trowel. I did my embarrassing trowel to the delight of boys and "show it all" comments of laughing girls just to get to go home covered up. Felt worthless for weeks knowing that I would be the talk of everyone in school and reporting it would have been even worst. I got beat up, stripped and nothing would erase it and just had to deal with the shame and kept telling everyone it didn't happen. The amazing thing was, even the girls that witnessed it were just as evil as the ones that did it and cheered the whole thing on right along with boys.
#beaten #nude #disgrace #humiliated
We have two dogs and one cat. One of the dogs is awesome (I love him) the cat is meh (I’m not really a cat person) and the other dog however is a giant pain in the ass.
She pisses and shits in my office and pisses and shits in my outdoor kitchen. She adds no value, she sleeps all fucking day (like a cat), she hates going outside, she gets frequent ear infections that smell like sour ass and requires vet visits all the damn time.
My wife loves the dog. She’s had her since before we met. I love my wife more than anything but that dog is a nightmare.
If the dog could have an “accident” without it devastating my wife, that would be one dead ass dog TODAY.
I outlived my expiration date. I fought to live until a major surgery. I survived. Then I almost died. There’s no way I should have lived. Then I guess I had Covid. I had no money or way to a hospital. I just lay in a floor alone for days barely getting water and a little food.
I did all of that just to find out no one wants to talk to me. Oh I have children. But no car that reach them. No money to live near them. They love me but a disease makes it impossible for me to see them.
I wonder why God doesn’t love me. I served Him my whole life, but He doesn’t care about me.
I get so confused. I called my hospital trying to sort things out. No one knew anything. Then some woman told me off about paying my bills. I don’t owe them any money. I was just trying to find a way to see someone for less money so I could afford to stay alive. She told me off. Said she has co pays with her insurance. Well sure. But she has a job. I can barely walk.
I was just trying to explain to them that I can’t afford to pay more money like they want me too That by limiting when I can see them I can’t walk over 100 miles.
I am 35years old, no career, no job and need to take care of my mum. I am in need (more desperate ) of a career, an income and some independence to be able to help my mum. I have so many dreams and I honestly do not even know how to begin fulfilling them. This is never how I imagined my life going. I feel so helpless. All I have is a dream to become a beauty therapist and no way of doing so. How did i get here? My confession is I am so desperate for help, I am considering the unthinkable.
You are my first love. I can’t get over you. But you got over me real quick. It’s funny that you mean so much to me but I never meant anything to you.
I have aspergers, therefore I'm awkward around everyone. All the time. Truthfully I'm just tired of every conversation. No ones ever gonna love me. Idk that I will see tomorrow.
It was late 2020, with COVID scares and lockdowns, we were all bored and cooped up in the house, plus the wife and I were in one of our dry-spells. To break the mundaneness of things I started to post things about food. There was one girl who I knew back from high school that would “like” and comment on every post. She then started posting things about food and in return I did the same. After exchanging a few comments, I decided to drop in her DM just to say hi and talk about food and whatever else would come up; come to find out we had plenty in common and that she moved away from our town years ago.
She and I had never spoken in high school but knew of each other. The guys certainly were attracted to her, but I was too intimidated to approach her back then [the pretty and popular girl effect]. But now with my years of aging, healthy dieting and being in a different place in life, I’ve built plenty of confidence.
And now here we are. Me and the girl who was popular in high school are now texting for long periods of time. We then started to talk on the phone, especially about our past high school experiences and future plans. The conversations were harmless at first, but I still kept this woman hidden from my wife.
We continued our late night conversations for days and would even have drinks over the phone. She was in a rocky relationship, I was in a dry-spell. So our conversations would edge towards sexual topics but in a light and humorous way.
Then one Friday night, after a few drinks she admitted it; she told me she was attracted to me. Emotionally, mentally and albeit only through pictures - physically. I knew I should have steered the conversation in a different direction and ultimately stop everything out of respect for my marriage.
But I didn’t.
[This is where it gets hot…]
While we were talking on the phone, she sends me a link and tells me to open it. Told me it was her fantasy and her kink. It was a video of a woman being restrained and her male counterpart having his way with her, all consensual. The woman’s legs were held apart with ankle restraints tied to a rod, there were whips and some light choking. Calling it intense would be an understatement. Vulgar sex language, mascara running down her face from being face fucked and this is what my female friend wanted.
We watched her video together, critiquing and analyzing. I then hear her moans escaping over the phone so I asked her, “are you touching yourself?” And in her seductive voice she said “yes” and told me she was really turned on. I admitted to her that I was hard, so she instructed me to take it out and start stroking - so I did. Here we were on the phone playing with ourselves watching her kink. Repeatedly she would ask, “would you do that to me?” And each time I replied, “yes!“ I was in a euphoric state being under the influence of alcohol and this sexy woman wanting me.
We were deep into mentally fucking each other. She then says, “I’m going to FaceTime you.” My heart raced, I knew what was going to happen. I was going to see her play with herself and I’m sure she wanted to watch me stroke. I answered her FaceTime and there she was…in her bed, wearing a tank top with her tits out. She smiled and winked, bit her bottom lip then moved the phone farther out so I could see her play with her tits. It was extremely sexy! She moved the phone down to her lower half, wearing just a pair of purple panties, I watched her pulled them to the side, exposing her pussy. She was shaved, I could see her folds and she starts pleasuring herself.
With our AirPods on, we placed the phone away from our bodies so we could get a good look at each other. She laid in bed playing with her tits and pussy and yelled out my name as she was pleasuring herself; telling me how much she wanted me to fuck her. It was all surreal and I wanted more of it.
She would stare right into the phone watching me stroke up and down my shaft telling me to go faster or slower. We exchanged, I-want-to-fuck-you’s. She wanted to be restrained by me, hair pulled by me, spanked by me, tied up by me and choked by me. I had never been with a woman who wanted to be fucked so aggressively and it made me want her more.
Moments later, she stops and reaches into her nightstand. Out came a suction cup dildo and anal beads. She came closer to the camera and simulated how she would suck me off with her dildo and then retreated back. Her anal beads first went into her mouth for lubrication, it came back out and she started to slide them into her pussy. Once the beads were settled she then proceeded to slowly insert her dildo into the same opening. I watched her fuck herself with both her anal beads and dildo inside her pussy. I wanted it to last and did whatever I could not to explode right then and there.
She claimed she had never done this with anyone but, I doubted it. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing, it felt like I fell into her trap but at that moment I didn’t care. I got the opportunity to mutually masturbate with one of the popular girls. I knew a couple of my friends from back in the days would kill for this opportunity.
We played with ourselves for quite some time. I even got closeups of her pumping her dildo. We both eventually came. She left a puddle on her bedsheets, that was when she told me she squirts, however I had missed seeing that part. My stomach was covered in cum and again she used her dildo to simulate how she would clean me up. Now sexually satisfied we wished each other good night.
Saturday came and went without us communicating. On Sunday I texted her to ask how she was doing. She said she felt some guilt but still really wanted me. During the course of the day we sexted each other, her doing most of the heavy lifting. That night I went into my basement to talk to her and she had already been drinking. I think the alcohol was just an excuse for the promiscuity we were indulging ourselves in.
Almost immediately she wanted to get back on FaceTime and said she had a surprise for me. I answered and there she was in what she said was a new lingerie set she had gotten just for me. It was a see-through material with lace at the edges, there were cutouts for her tits so they were just spilling out. She had on a crotchless thong. My mind was blown, I wanted her bad.
I took out my cock, showed her how hard she had gotten me and started to pump. She had her suction cup dildo out already and sat on a chair with her legs spread pumping it in and out of her. Again our dirty talking consisted of how bad we wanted to fuck each other. She then gets up from her chair, places the suction dildo onto the chair, erect and waiting for her. With her back facing the camera, she lowers herself onto the dildo. I asked her if I could screen record for my own personal spank bank, she agreed.
She rode that dildo up and down, moaning and yelling out my name. It was all so much that I came fairly quickly. She wanted me to keep watching and to tell her how I would eat her out. She re-positioned herself facing forward spread eagle and began to pump herself with the dildo. I told her I really wanted to see her squirt. Vigorously she pumped faster and harder and right as she cumming, she did this motion that made the dildo pop out of her and squirts of liquid cake out. She pushed the dildo back in and did the same motion a few more times and each time pools of her juices came out. It was amazing.
At the sight of her squirting, I became hard and ready to go again. She was also ready for another round as she climbed into bed. This time taking out her anal beads. With her legs in the air, she told me she’s actually never used anal beads inside her ass before and only liked the feeling of the balls as she pulls it out of her pussy. She then proceeds to push each ball slowly into her asshole, one larger than the previous. Three went in and she gasp in pain almost crying and stopped. She then reached for her dildo while the beads were still in her and pumped her pussy again.
Another night, two rounds this time, and we were both sexually satisfied again. Said our good nights.
The following day working from home, I receive a “Good Morning!” text from her. We spoke casually at first, then she made mention of how unbelievably hard I was last night. Later in the afternoon, she texts me that she was horny and wish she was at home so we could play. I jokingly told her we should get the lush toy where I could control it remotely while she was at work. She was intrigued! We built up scenarios and were both so turned on that I ended up ordering the toy and have it shipped to her place.
While we waited for the toy to arrive we had a couple more nights of playing. I was always in my basement, she switched places in her apartment. I’ve watched her ride her dildo on her bathroom floor. Used another vibrator right on her couch. It was a great time!
About a week or so later on a Saturday, she texts me to let me know the Lush toy had arrived. We were both excited but she had to charge it first. However, she had a party to attend that night and would likely have to wait for another day.
Bummer.
Late that night, while scrolling through my phone I receive her text, “Are you still awake? Can I call you?” Thinking she may be in trouble, I went down to the basement and called. Come to find out she had a couple of glasses of wine and wanted to leave the party early so we could play with the new toy. I stayed on the phone with her as she drove and told me about her night.
We hung up as soon as she got to her apartment so she could settle down. I waited eagerly for her call. Then comes the FaceTime call. I was ready to control this toy while it was inside of this woman. She didn’t dress in any sexy lingerie this time, but she didn’t need to. She was naked from the waist down with just her fleece jacket on while in her living room.
We both looked up instructions on how to set it up. Once we got it connected and I was able to control it remotely, the toy was in her hand as I moved the toggle to vibrate at the highest level. She laughed and excitedly sat on her couch and rubbed herself to get wet. She inserted the lush into her pussy and told me to start slow. I first let her tell me how fast and intense she wanted the toy. I watched her lean her head back taking it all in. Getting wetter and wetter and enjoying herself.
She then laughed and with excitement, gets up and tells me she needs more wine for this. As soon as she got up, the Lush still in her, I crank up the intensity and stopped her in her tracks. She fell to the floor, her knees weak. She hunched over as I moved the toggle up and down to give her different sensations. She “tells me to stop,” but she had every power to pull the toy out of her but didn’t. She wanted it. There she was on all fours, the Lush inside of her moaning. I hadn’t started stroking yet having too much fun controlling her.
Moments later she lets out a long guttural moan followed by a scream as she came yelling, “fuck, fuck, fuck!” She got up and sat on the floor, laughed and moved the phone to show me the puddle that was on her carpet. That was when I pulled my cock out and started stroking.
She got her wine, drinking it fairly fast and recovering from her orgasm. She went back into her room asking me keep the vibrations going but at a low intensity. She reached for her pink vibrator from her nightstand, positions the camera so I could get a good view.
With one of my hands I controlled the Lush toggle as she positioned the tip of her vibrator against her clit. My other hand pumping my cock. We did this until we both orgasmed.
We stayed on the phone for a bit to talk. She built up a new fantasy of going out shopping by herself and then having me control the Lush while she was out in public.
Then it happened…
As the conversation went on, she must’ve been in her feelings. Perhaps it was the wine. What I thought was going to be two friends, mutually masturbating for each other had gone too far. She tells me that she’s really starting to develop feelings for me. Said that the sexual stuff was fun, but the fact that we spent long nights talking about anything and everything really attracted her to me. And to be honest, I was starting to develop feelings for her too. We just vibed really well.
However, reality set in and I panicked. It was every sense of the word “cheating” sans actually physically having sex with each other; I was emotionally cheating on my wife. Someone I do care about, someone that I love and is always there for me.
I knew I had to end it there.
Without getting into much more detail, since this story is already long, I had to let this woman down. It felt almost cold turkey. She needed time to think before we could even just text each other a greeting. We now on occasion text each other to say hi or to wish each other happy holidays, but the conversations are really short. We still comment and like each other’s posts.
I still get excited thinking about the sexual interactions I’ve had with this woman and even on occasion re-watch the screen recordings. I’ll likely be judged for being unfaithful. I tell myself that we fortunately never had physical sex. Although she visits family back in our town and even made plans to get together. But I’m glad it stopped before it got out of hand. Something my wife can’t ever know.
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I (18m) am sexually and romantically attracted to my neighbor (39m). I see him almost every other day and I can’t help the way I feel when I see him, his smile, his beautiful beard and his body I can’t help but feel butterflies. I know that I will never ever be able to get him. But I want him to know how much I love him.
I'm always consoling people and helping them yet I can't seem to help myself through my self harm and starvation which no one knows about
When I was a boy we used to get a store catalogue, it was a big thick book printed on glossy paper and full of good quality photos of all the items for sale. I used to enjoy browsing through the whole thing. I even looked at sections on things I had no real interest in like jewellery and watches. I would look at all of the toys of course, deciding which ones I would like to have.
When my parents were not around I would also frequently look at the lingerie section. This sated my curiosity as to what women were wearing under their outerwear, which was rarely seen. I liked the look of the panties and bras, their pretty designs. I was also impressed by the wide range available. There were many different colours - white and cream seemed the most common, but there were also blue, black, red etc. The models wearing the underwear were beautiful, a mix of blondes and brunettes, though there was no ethnic diversity. There were several different types of photo, frontal shots of women wearing matching bras and panties, above waist shots showing bras only and ones of the top half of their legs showing panties only. In most of the photos the women were smiling which felt like they approved of you looking at their underwear and enjoyed that. In some of the photos the model was on their own, in others 2 or 3 were in a group all looking at each other as if it was some kind of social event which they all came to for the fun of checking out each other's lingerie and showing off their own.
In some photos the models were wearing semi-transparent lacy affairs where you could see a fair amount of their body - their nipples were visible through the bras and a dark triangle between their legs. This was kind of educational as I hadn't seen this anywhere else. The women always seemed to have quite large breasts, suggesting that the women the catalogue was trying to sell to liked that, although maybe they were targetting male buyers looking for presents for their partners.
I think catalogues like this have pretty much died out because of the internet, which is a shame.
I thought I was done on earth. I was very wrong. I was so wanting to eat food.
I have fought a disease for so long. It’s very unpleasant. I was told everyone is doing great.
That is so not true.
So I ate what I wanted for the first time in years. Paid a price. Went back on the diet.
I could see nothing but negative around me. No one wanted my input. I was told the world is great. Life is good. OK then.
I’ve lived a life of sacrifice for others. It was time. I was going to be selfish. Eat what I wanted till the end.
I get a call. Could you come help? I ho there to fix a simple problem. While I’m there, I get pulled into a bigger problem. I deal with that.
Then I walk in to one heck of a problem. This one boggles me. Supposed experts have failed. Now I wonder in I can live long enough to help solve this.
I so wanted to finally just eat good food. But it seems I’ll have to sacrifice until the bitter end.
I wish my wife loved me as much as she says she does. I have given her everything and do everything I can to make her life easy. I work so she doesn't have to, I do various chores so she doesn't have to I cook and care for our children but yet everything that comes out of her mouth is negative. We barely have sex and when we do she just doesn't seem interested. I don't want to leave because I fear for my kids, not that they will be beaten but for the upbringing that she would provide would not be ideal. She yells and screams at them more than she should and I feel if I left she would go into a mental break.
#lost #wife #love #despair #confession
I use two numbers. I'm on a whole new level of being a single 29 year old male(virgin).
Average looks. 6 feet tall. A little plummy.
Always being friendzoned.
I chat with these two numbers pretending to be a couple.
There. I've said it.
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