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My mom and my dad separated some years ago but still stayed married. Mom moved out, found a knew apartment and they both didn't talk to each other.
Some nasty stuff happened, she moved back in, they fought, she moved back out.
That happend quite a few times.
Now, my mom lives about 50 miles away, I don't see her that often. But she and my dad get along really well the last months.
Now she told me that she wanted to move back in.
I don't want her to move back in! It's a disaster! A catastrophy! They will get along for a few weeks or two months, then there'll be screaming, and destroying things, maybe the police has to come. I don't want that!
I have to prevent it! That's not possible.
Now, I am in the first row when the party begins. And I promise you, I'll destroy it, before it even begins!
So my whole story starts with one of my favorite shows as a kid. What might this be? Little Nicky, none the less. So what got me curious? Well, anyone who has seen this distinctly knows of the scene where Hitler's punishment in hell ( spoilers for those who have never seen it) is to pick a pineapple from a cupboard and have it rimmed into his ass while he wears a maid outfit. As a kid, I got curious from this and began inserting fingers into my ass quite often and loved the feeling of it. I kept looking for what other things I could ram up there and get away with. Anything from the neck of bottles, to toys, to whatever I could get my hands on.
So skip ahead a couple years of doing this regularly. I now am finding shampoo bottles to lodge up there for the length of my shower, or to keep in there until I felt like I should get it out, then getting to where I do those plus some fingers or, hell, even another bottle ( by these I mean the ones like what you would get from a hotel)
Skip ahead a bit more and I am finding larger bottles of shampoo ( like, 12 Oz bottles with circular bottoms) to ram in there and keep in there as I finish my shower, and then rub one off after words when I am all loose and can put some fingers in there and move em around too.
Skip ahead a little bit farther, now basically in the future. Have had a steady relationship with my girlfriend for years, and finally after 2 during a night of exploring, I got her to try putting a finger in my ass as she jacked me off. She was surprised I liked it as she doesn't like anal at all. Then I told her I knew I did previously, and she got curious so she wanted to know what I could take. About 20 minutes later she ended up getting her fist inside my ass and now all I ever want is size. I can never get enough. She now on the other hand wants to peg me and keeps looking to get a strap on because she gets furiously turned on by taking control and putting anything in my ass she can find. Every now and then I wonder what it would be like to be manhandled and fucked in the ass by a guy, but I am not attracted to them, nor do I want to ruin my relationship with this wonderful woman. Maybe next time she tries to put things in my ass I ask for two hands, not just one :D
My husband was the happiest man in the world as his new porsche arrived. He cared for it, he cleaned and polished it every day. It was his treasure. He didn't allow anyone to touch it expect he was present. Then, some night someone broke into our house and stole his car. You can believe how sad he was, he cried like a baby for hours.
We went to the police but they said they couldn't do much about it but they would "keep looking".
A week later they called us and told us that the car was found. Burned out and destroyed, around 100 miles away from our home in the woods.
I have to confess... It was me! I destroyed the car because I couldn't stand my husband anymore. He just cared for the car and for nothing else. Now it's gone and I am happy.
There this kid with down syndrome at our school. He is really a nice kid but he tries to hard to get into our clique. Let's say we are the popular ones at our school and I guess everyone wants to hang out with us.
Yesterday, the kid with the syndrome came to us again and asked us if we wanted to come by his house that afternoon. It was the first time his parents worked over the day, so he had his place for himself.
We said yes.
Actually, we sent some of the weirdos from our school to his house who destroyed their garden and peed on their porch. It was hilarious, the kiddy started crying and ran inside. He wasn't at school today.
A few years ago when I was in my early 20ies, I had some serious troubles that I still notice today.
I was in a huge friend circle and we liked to party or generally hang out and relax. Most of them were my age, but some were a bit younger. The two youngest were two 16 year old girls and they were best friends. As I now know, one of them was totally and insanely in love with me. But she never told me or shown me, she was always kinda bitchy to me. I guess this was her way of showing me?
Anyway, one Friday night, we were all at a birthday party in a friend's house and those two were there as well. I actually can't remember what caused or triggered it (it must have been something rather trivial) when the girl that had been in love with me started acting up and blew the whole thing out of proportion and started screaming and crying at me. I remember that she called me a "stone-hearted asshole" that "does not care for other people's feelings". I never would have thought about myself in that light and I could have argued with her about it back then, but I thought I would just leave it at that and tried to ignore her as best as I could.
That seemed to spur her on more and I was told that she got completey wasted after I had gone home.
The next day, I woke up to dozens of angry and hateful text-messages from her and her best friend and they were threatening me and said that I would regret it and that I was an asshole and the like. I ignored the texts and even deleted them and that was the stupidest thing I could have done. Couple hours later, the police knocked on my door and arrested me. They told me that I had been accused of raping a girl.
As it turned out, those two bitches went to the police and told them that I had made her drunk and had sex with her without her consent. Her best friend acted as a witness.
After this, almost no one wanted anything to do with me. They all shunned me and labelled me as the "child fucker". Only one friend believed me.
Those two lied their asses off and (lucky for me) couldn't keep their stories straight and the examination of the "rape victim" had shown that she was still a virgin and definitely did not have sex with anyone the night before (as she said).
The case was dropped and I sued them. They only had to do some social work.
All of my friends still believed them and did not talk to me any longer.
I had to move to a different city, find a new job and start again from the bottom. With only one other person believing in me. I has been some years now and I am happy again, but this story still leaves a very sore taste in my motuh.
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I am a pyromaniac since I was little. I had fun with fire from the cradle especially lightening fire had always fascinated me. I enjoyed lighting bigger things like hay bale or wodden boards. I thought it was great fun.
But one day it got a bit out of hand. You have to know that I live in the countryside and we had a farm with a big barn in the back. I used to light the hay bales or something like that behind that barn but I had been very careless one evening, so the barn caught fire.
I was so terrified that I ran away. Luckily, we hadn't had any animals in the barn to that time, so only the barn was destroyed. My parents doesn't know until know that it was my fault that our barn burnt to the ground.
It was a really big thing back then, with the police investigating and the insurance that didn't want to pay for the damage. Now I am glad that it's all over and I hope that no one will find out about it.
I (m/19) broke into the apartment of my neighbour. I live in a big complex with a lot of apartments and this particular neighbour lives right next to me. He's always listening to his fucking death metal the whole night and that so loud that you can't understand your own word. He's so fucking annoying. When he's not listening to music, he's talking louding to himself or his pet snakes or something. He can't keep quiet and that's just fucking annoying. So, I broke into his apartment and destroyed his stereo system and all his electronic devices he can use to play music on. He already called the police but he's got nothing on me. I think as soon as he renews his stuff I am going to break in again and destroy everything once more.
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My husband (29) likes his computer more than me. Because I was angry, I unscrewed the computer and cut through some of the cabels. When he arrived at home, I acted like nothing happened.
He started the computer and afterwards he greeted me (I'm furious about that!!!).
In the beginning, all worked well but after I few minutes I heard him shouting and cursing.
The end of the story, he bought a new computer and he notices me even less.
I scored an own goal... Just great!
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