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One time while high on meth I was in the company of a girl, completely innocent. She ask if she could try smoking some, so I made her take 5 huge hits back to back. By the end of the 5 hit she was touching her crotch. Her panties were sopping wet. She was so horny I eat her out , she blew me and I fuck her for 6 hours and she was a virgin.
I do not want to get into much detail. I really need to be careful because I think that some people might recognize my confession if they stumble upon it. So, to keep things short... I stole my best friend's car and sold it for meth. I stole my mother's wedding ring to get more drugs.I used my little brother to steal things from a store so I could sell it.Those are just some of the things I did to get high. I am now 5 days clean and sober and I regret terrible what I've done. I am going through hell right now and I deserve it.
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I got a good job in New Jersey last Spring but the distance from my parents house was a long drive everyday. I finally found a room to rent nearby at a price I could afford. The woman who owns the house is Helen who I'm not sure but think she must be 50 or around that. I don't know what kind of pills she takes but by 6 or 7 every night she walks around like a zombie and by 10 or 11 passes out in the living room or her bedroom. She told me she kicked her husband out years ago and has a daughter who lives in New York and that she has lived alone for 6 years. Whatever those pills are they make her so oblivious I can't understand how she goes to work every morning during the week since on weekends she is even worse. It happens a night or two during the week but on weekends she hardly ever gets dressed and goes around in very skimpy PJ's or night shirts never wearing underwear. The problem is she has terrific body for her age and just the way she moves around or passes out leaves her exposed to me. Aside from that she often passes out naked in bed or comes out of the bathroom naked, so high she probably thinks she is still living alone. I didn't do this right away but when she passes out naked in bed a few months ago I began going in the room to look at her and masturbate as I do. If she passes out in the living room its usually on her recliner and if she is in one of those night shirts I pull it up enough to see her vagina and also see her anus just by the way she is laying there. Even when she wears PJ's its never the flannel type she always wears the shiny, silky type and some more shear than others. The best part is she never has a bra or panties on whether she wears the PJ's or a night shirt. There have been some days where I jerk off 2 or 3 times depending on how high she is or how often she doses off. For the last month or so I put my penis in her hand sometimes but only when I'm sure she is really zonked out.
Twice a month I shoot meth with my older sister and week fuck for 2 days in a hotel. It's the best sex I have ever had.
I have been recreationally consuming butane for the past few weeks. At first it was a head rush and woozy feeling, but over time strong hallucinations now kick in the more I do.
In a recent session, I did quite a bit, reached the dream-like hallucination state which never actually feels very good, calmed down and got back to normal. I usually stop after that point, but no, I decided to do more.
The hallucination state kicks back in, strongly, and it feels like I'm about to die. Shapes and colours meld and twist, my heart races and beats irregulary, there's a roaring sound in my mind and I hallucinate I'm rigged up to a vital monitoring machine which is screaming at me.
I tear myself away from my desk, panting very heavily, adrenaline pumping through my veins, thinking this is it. I start to ball my eyes out, begging not to die as I think of my family and life ahead of me. I slowly but surely calm my breathing and reality goes back to normal.
I've resolved to never touch the drug again, ever. This is my way of getting my thoughts out there.
Thank you.
I am a 32 year old blue collar family man, but I am personally responsible for the murder of three people. The first is known and is public record. The second and third occurred during my five-year stint in a drug trafficking ring. They were both friends of mine, but addicted to methamphetamine. Their addictions caused my kingpin to lose a large amount of money. I gave them both poisoned meth, which they injected. I later went to jail for my part in the trafficking ring, but my two friends were never found.
Yesterday, I was home alone, I decided to bake muffins. The problem was that I didn't have appropriate spices, so I said to myself 'Why not?' and took pot instead. My family loved it.
Yesterday was the best evening of my life! All of my family members talked to each other. First, they fought and shouted at each other, a few minutes later they were laughing and dancing and singing. It was just great. I don't regret anything.
Im a 17 year living in a small town . i tried my first cigarette when i was only 12 at first it as nothing serious i didn't even like them. after interacting with them again when i was 14 (freshman in high school) i became addicted and at first i really didn't know about brands so i would pick up random cigarettes off the floor and maybe after a couple months i became an addict to Newport's and more specifically Newport 100"s menthol. i loved the head high it gave me and i had to keep it a secret from my family so once i got a car, it became my moving ashtray. when im home and crave my addiction i go to my backyard and smoke. i became a daily smoker until recently (3 years later) i dont feel that good and all i want to feel is that rush inside my head i felt when i first began smoking. I can finish up to 1 pack a day and i dont feel anything. im an addict to the worst drug in america and the worst part is my family still has no clue until this very day.
I'm so sorry, I have sinned.
All of my friends are drug addict, all BUT ME.
And now listen: I reported you all to the police!!
You dumb addicts!
My boy best friend proposed to me yesterday. Did I mention he smoked a lotta weed? He was pretty much of a failure and that was the reason I became his bff, cuz I was always there for him and listened to his problems. He tried to kiss me, I pushed away. Today it's 10pm and he is still not home. His friends are calling me to ask if I know something but I am hiding what happened. His phone is switched off. I am really scared.
I blew the whistle on my former drug dealer cause I wanted to get clean somehow and I didn't know what to do. So now he has to go to prison and A LOT of people are mad cause he was the only one around to sell drugs. Thank god, no one knows that I told the police about him!
I began having sex at 15 with my first serious boyfriend. About three months later we broke up and other guy friends in school wanted to date me. Most of these relationships involved sex. I was boy crazy. Soon I started getting high and partying. Pot and alcohol got me hot and the boys took advantage of it. I got a reputation of being easy. By the time I was 20 I'd been with 19 guys. I was a tramp. I'm in my mid twenties now, don't drink or smoke anymore and have a boyfriend.
#premiscious #slut #drugs
Lately I've had an intense desire to try drugs. I just want to be reckless and step out of the boundaries. Sometimes I think "f**k it". I think I'd really like to at least smoke weed. I even fantasize about f**king some random men to get drugs.
Well my brother ended up in jail and I been hanging out his wife already played with her tits she’s touched my dick we spun as fuck I’m bout to fuck her and don’t feel bad bout it because she gets treated like shit.
I'll skip classes tomorrow because I wanna go to a big party tonight.
A lot of beer, drugs and stuff. It's gonna be GREAT!
Me and some other dudes of mine should give a speech in our philosophy class tomorrow but I'm not going. Should they do that.. :-)
Part 1. Well, I have a female in my past that we only were together for a weekend or two a month that went on for about 12 years but it was sex,drugs,rock and roll good, and bad, she was 35 years old , no kids , tight little body with tiny titties, nice nipples, very nice ass , dirty blonde long hair to her waist , sexy pretty feet and toes , smooth shaven pretty little pussy , we met on a phonechat line , I messaged her asking if she like to party and play, she sent me her phone number , a couple days later I picked her up at a trailer park she looked hot with a tomboyish look her hair in braids a white t shirt and a jean mini skirt with open toe sandals I had a room waiting at a local motel
I'm young but old enough to know for the last 15 months how I have let myself be dominated and humiliated by Lewis who I regretfully moved in with 2 years ago. He is 14 years older than me but kind at first. The first sign of his dominating obsession started with spankings he forced on me causing welts on my behind and inflicting pain. He built a table in the basement where he would tie me down on my back with my feet tied to boards where my knees were bent up with legs wide open and fully exposed to him. He insists on shaving my pubic hair then tortures my vagina and anus with sex toys including vibrators and butt plugs. He always has me snort drugs or smoke weed first and supplies me with oxycodone. After abusing me as I'm still laying there with my legs wide open he will either have intercourse, oral or anal sex with me. He takes me to the basement usually two nights during the week or whenever he wants to. I'm usually high but still aware of what he does to me. The first five or six weeks after he made up that table were bad enough but since then he has humiliated me further having his brother and three other friends here at different times. He not only lets them see me like that but also allows them to use the sex toys on me. He also forces me to give these guys oral sex and as I lay there. I am at his mercy and yet he is able to have me orgasm many times which I can't help. Most of the time there is only one of the other guys here but sometimes there are two of them and even though I am high on the drugs I am in tears with humiliation and shame. Its even humiliating when these guys just stop over for a beer. I want to leave Lewis but have no money and no where to go. Its like being a slave to him but I am so hooked on the drugs right now I can't do anything about it.
My wife and I make sex video and take lots of pictures. She thinks they're just for us but I post them all over the Internet. They have hundreds of thousands of views. Sometimes when we're making them and having some drinks I'll slip her a couple ambien so she won't remember me putting her on live cam as my slut for pay.
I stole the purse of my teacher while she wasn't in her classroom.
With the money (almost 200 bucks!) I'm going to buy some weed!
Excited!
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