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For work, I always have a lot of research to do. And this means that I often have to work at home (later, at night for example).
But I'm just too lazy. So I got my son to do it. He gets 10 bucks each time he "helps" me.
I can get to bed earlier and he gets some extra money. He's always a bit tired though and his grades in school aren't that good as in the beginning of the year but I guess that's not too bad.
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the first time i ever had an orgasm was last year in fifth grade math class. i was doin some writing in my notebook and my text book was in the way so i put it bwtween my legs to hold it it pressed up against my pussy and felt so good i just kept pressing till i got an orgsm. nobody notice it was so fun i have done it again
I'm attracted to women whose ears have a combination of round, smooth tops and a deep, dramatic valley in the bowl of their ear. See Evangeline Lilly's ears for an example of this. From an early age of being hearing impaired and wearing hearing aids, I loved the feeling of my ears being plugged up. I've put play doh, silly putty, and eventually, medical-grade silicone in my ears. My gf and I make molds of each other's ears before/during sex.
I always feel sympathy for boys and end up being with them because I feel sorry for them. Instead of because I like them. They end up cheating on me and I end up being heartbroken and sad.
I am 18 , I have a year with my girlfriend and im toned muscular. I have an obsession , Leggings , Tights , Pantyhouse . Ever since puberty I got turned on by girls on black leggings and I just wish I could go up to any good looking girl in leggings and feel her entire body and go crazy , but of course that's crazy and it would take me to jail .I started to get up early mornings to go to walmart and buy pairs of leggings and tights about 3 years ago and tbh it hasn't stopped . I go in the morning because there isnt much people , in other words I wont be embarrassed. I have some workout tights and when they stretch they shine because of the spandex and i totally love them I just want to wear them just how any girl would wear leggings , the idea itself sounds sexy to me .
I confess that I don't like my children as much as I should. I just can't be interested in the stuff they make or in the things they love.
I have a 15 years old son and a 11 years old daughter.
I always question their behaviour and the things they like, I don't get most of it.
Sometimes (and please don't hate me) I just think how stupid they are and I wish I don't have children.
I have been with my boyfriend for two months now, in these two months I am not allowed to follow any boys on Instagram while he follows girls, he made me delete pictures of me on Instagram, he’s insecure and I hate it. I always have to change and do something for him to just be like yes I trust you now. I loved him at the start but now it’s just annoying.
He wants to marry and have a baby but I’m more scared of never having a life besides him. I’m not even 21 yet he is. It’s just unfair how he wants me to just give him that kind of promise. When all he does is make me change change change for him. I’m to afraid to even say hey that is kind of hypocritical of you following girls. He’s just not good at keeping his temper down, he has called a bitch to fuck off and whatever fuck this and you, laughed when I said oh well I’m trying to not to cut or anything right now could u talk nice and help me. Then when we makeup get cry’s and says I didn’t mean it why do u want me and it’s just a game at this point . And I’m tired of playing it.
he’s my first boyfriend the first one I showered with first I slept at his house wit h first to do a lot things. I just do t think this is how trust and a relationship goes
I was told once that you'd have to build a wall around your heart, so you won't be able to feel anything towards another human being. But, I was naive, and accepted people in right and left. I felt that no matter what I could trust anyone.
Dumb me.
That lonely road took me straight to hell. I've been molested by a cousin, Father walked out on me, Mom was the typical party girl - and have men in and out her six kids lives, homelessness, bullying and other things kicked in.
I even had a friend whom killed himself.
I learned the hard way, but, you have too not give too fucks about random people bullshit, and say Fuck you to those whom think that they could hurt you physically and mentally. Heartlessness is the way too go. Trust me. It is.
Now I do not cry (don't even remember the last time I did) I feel no humanly emotions, and I care for nothing, not even myself.
Sometimes when I'm bored I lick my friends ears for pleasure. I get bored and tell them its a disorder. Some are kind enough to not get weirded out by me but recently I started biting...
I have to confess something that (for me) is very embarrassing and horrible and bad.
I am so afraid of black people at night. I don't know why, I don't know when it started. When I'm out at night and I see a black person, I almost freak and pass out. It's horrible.
The worst part about it you ask? I am a black person myself.
I really am afraid of thunderstorms. I can't handle them and if I hear the slightest noise of a thunder, I hide under my bed crying.
I am 34 years old and I have a daughter.
I think my ex wife is close to dying. I think she divorced me to try to force me to find another.
She says other women want you. True. Women have always wanted me. But I’ve only ever wanted her. My heart belongs only to her.
No one will ever touch me but her. No one else can ever earn my heart. Earn my love. I gave it to only one.
I’d rather die alone than be with anyone else. I’ll just hold her memory in my heart until it beats no more.
Thing is. Her plan has just hurt her; and our kids; and me.
I’m dying now. I probably won’t be here even a year from now. I can’t livd without her.
During my tween and teen years my father was the Minister of this Church in San Jose, Costa Rica. As part of the compensation both my sister and I went to the local American School. I was twelve, and barely budding and this boy, also twelve asked me if I would show him my tits. He held out a dollar, a dollar was a lot of money then, and we went to this empty classroom and I opened my shirt and pushed up my camisole and he saw my tits. He told a couple of friends and during the afternoon recess I made another five dollars showing my tits. Later, for two dollars I showed them my panties and for five dollars I would let them pull my panties down and they could see and touch my pussy, which at home we called our Titi. I made a lot of money, and in a week I had over fifty dollars. I showed my sister and she made some money too. These local boys liked blond and blue eyed girls. Later after puberty, and with grown tits we charged ten to twenty dollars for intercourse. We made and saved our money, when we returned to Michigan when I was 17 I had over a thousand dollars and my sister over seven hundred. And we had lots of experience.
When I was busted in a prostitution sting my parents were horrified. I offered to pay the cop and he added bribery to the charges. I was sent to county jail for six months for that. While I was in jail my sister made the money. We didn't need college, we moved to Los Angeles and then to Las Vegas and worked for a man who kept us busy with rich men from out of the country. We spoke enough Spanish and were quintessential American girls and we made more money than ever. We paid off our parents' home. "Church Minister takes money from Prostitution", but that headline never came out.
We currently live in the DFW area and own a small business, selling sex paraphernalia online. We have twelve employees and make a good living. People don't want to be seen buying sex toys and things like that, so we ship them out in boxes marked as cosmetics. Most if not all of our clients are women. We don't sell porn.
I’m scared , I’ve been gay since I was 14 and I have yet to reveal it to anyone other than 2 of my closest friends . I’m scared of how others outside will perceive me since i live in an area with heavy discrimination on the matter. I’m turning 19 this year and I have yet to reveal it to my loved ones. I’m scared of the Outcome.
I'd cut with a razor blade I got from tech class. I took it home, I cut in my ankle. It did this 6-7 times. One time when I was visiting my mom, (she had known about my depression). I was crying. I was saying I wasn't a good person which I still think I'm not. That's when she noticed the cuts. I was in a fetal position. My scars were completely noticeable at that time and I was wearing flip-flops. My mom wants me on medication, but I've seen what that's done to people. So when I was leaving my mom to go back to my dad, she told me I was faking depression for attention. In the car she told me I was trying to show her my scars, faking my anxiety attacks sometimes panic attacks and my depression all together,
I'm gay and I haven't come out to my family yet and one day they've saw my wallpaper (two guys hugging) and said "If you don't delete that I will hide your phone" while my cousin said "Gay people are disgusting" I have to lie to get out of the conversation.
In highschool I was a loser. But one day while I was eating lunch in some corner this cute girl asked if she could sit with me. We talked and exchanged numbers. We then texted all the time. It was so cool and I was really liking her. I would get butterflies when I’d see her messages. She asked me to meet her at her house one day to watch movies. I showed up and all her friends were there and they all started laughing at me and calling me names. I went home so upset and asked her why she did this and she said she bet her friend she could get the “weird” kid to like her. Flash forward 10 years and her mom works for me and tells me how miserable her daughters life is and how she has no job. I asked her mom if she wanted I’d hire her daughter. That’s going to be real fun if it happens. Her mom has no clue what happened between us either.
Its about my first time falling for a girl. I was afraid of losing her friendship and did not tell her how much I loved her until the last few days of our BTech. She was a topper and I was a mediocre performer. We both got recruited for the same company. That's when I confessed how deeply I was in love with her and I wanted to marry her. She was not okay with a relationship saying she didn't want to ruin our friendship. Now, it's been 4 months- I'm not able to kill my feelings for her. I just can't bear the thought of her getting married to someone else. all the moments that we had together as friends keep flashing whenever I think about her. I remember Her voice calling my name. Her laughter. Everything about her. I upload stupid posts on my social media just to see her "like" them. She doesn't reply to my texts properly. And I believe she doesn't even think about me anyday. how I wish I didn't fall for her- nothing makes sense now.
Female, 14.
Because I am not allowed to smoke, me and a friend of mine meet once a day in our near park to smoke a cigarette. We always put the snags in a plastic bag and throw them in a rubbish bin.
A few days ago a fire occured in that park. One of our cigarettes kept glowing and set the bin on fire, a few trees and some bushes got also burnt down and now the police and everyone is looking for those persons who set the fire.
It's a desaster, we can't go to our parents because they didn't allow us to smoke and if they would find out, all hell breaks loose....
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