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I dont know how to tell my friends that I lied.. I lied about how much I drink. I want them to know I'm not addicted. But they think ill do anything for a little bit of beer.
My confession is... I have lots of sleepover... Not only that but I'm an early bird and night owl (Means I wake up early and sleep late) so i don't can easily stay awake all night which u always so cos I don't like sleeping infront of other ppls families etc... But, they are neither, they go to sleep at 7pm and wake up at 11/12 in the morning... The entire family does..
My curiosity is... How can u sleep that long, even with school starting again soon?
29/08/16 (school starts 05/09/16)
I'm turning 18 soon and since I am 15 my best friend is in love with me but I turned him down a hundred times and I feel bad because I like my other friend's crush
im really into smelling socks and one time i was over at my friends house i saw his sister came home all sweaty and hot in her school attire so i got turned on. then when my friend was on his computer i told him i needed to go the the bathroom and went to the laundry to snatch the pair of socks fresh off his sisters feet and jacked off twice. best day
I went to my friend's slumber party but there were only six of us because parents were afraid to let their kids out of lockdown. We had fun anyways and I still made three new friends. At bed time we changed and lied togheter on the floor with sheets and pillows. We giggled, talked, told stories and I fell asleep. In the middle of the night a head between my legs and a tongue at my vagina awoke me. I was startaled and afraid to. It felt good so I pretened to stay asleep. I had no idea when it all started but it lasted another five minutes or so before she quietly slid away. My pleasure feelings stopped and I fell back to sleep. When we got up that morning it was weird to look at everyone and know that one of them just gave me my first sexual contact. I talked and even stared at their hair looking for clues. Nothing. I went home not knowing who gave me those pleasurable feelings. Was it one of my friends or one whom I just met. And why me? Will I ever know, do I want to know? Will I look at girls in the same way as before? Curiousity is still in my head. I have a new bad I cannot break. I go to bed and end up thinking of that night. I start touching and rubbing until I have to get up, lock the door, and get naked. I put my blanket and pillow on the floor. Then I hump, ride, and grind my pillow with each girl running their tongue on my pussy. I try each girl to find the who gives the most pleasure. Every day gets better and better and I cannot wait till bedtime to masturbate.
#tongue #slumber #friends #sleepover #girls #parents #sex #pussy #virgin #pleasure #pillow #hump #grind #ride #stories #curious #habit #masturbation
Everyone thinks I have a thing with this guy...but the truth is i dont even know him. I just go with it because I want attention...
I'm unemployed and because I am lazy I cancelled college. Now I live at home again, my parents pay for me and I just spend their money on useless stuff or booze. I party almost every weekend, I get drunk and pay drinks for the ladies.
I beg for money and lend money from my friends. But I don't think about giving it back, occasionally they'll forget.
Well the biggest problem is not the begging and the laziness, it's simply that I can't care for myself... that bothers me.
#laziness #unemployed #money #parents #begging #lending #friends #egoist
I confess i've masturbated to all my female friends on instagram. Some other random girls too. I still look thier profiles up and grind my pillow thinking it was them i was grabbing. It doesnt drive me insane and i dont have any guilt. Jerking off to the one's I'm closest to seems so bad yet so dirty. Should i stop? i love doing this often but it isnt a full blown addiction yet.
I shot my neighbour's cat by accident the other day. Because I didn't want to destroy our friendship (we get on really well together), I took the cat and placed it in the middle of the road. Then I waited until someone drove over it and told my neighbour that someone drove over her cat.
She now wants to sue the driver. I am feeling guilty but I guess you have to be an ass to get around in this world.
I order a lot of stuff online. But not because I am a shopaholic or because I got the money but because of the mails I get. I don't receive any mails. I know own over 1000 blu rays.
By the way I also like paying via Paypal because you get 2 mails.
It was during my freshmen year when I realized that I "might" be a lesbian or a bisexual. My bestfriend whom I fell inloved with just recently transferred to our school. We had endless talks when we're at school and at home. I've been head over heels for this girl and I always had these butterflies in my stomach every time I see her. I loved how we made each other laughed over silly things. I'm crazy about her and she was my first love. Valuing our friendship, I was too scared to tell her how I really feel. I know that there's no chance on Earth she'll be attracted to me or to any girl. She's too straight. We kind of drifted apart after HS. At first we video chat from time to time, and then one day she messaged me and told me she's in a relationship....with a girl. She's never been in a relationship and her news broke my heart. I really felt pain and regret. If only I had the guts when we were in HS. I chose friendship over feelings and now, the first girl I ever loved is now inlove with someone else.
I'll admit it: I'm human and I get so envious of others and how much is going on in their lives and I hate myself for it. I hate that I even have these feelings in the first place because my life is my own and I have made the choices I have made that have led me to today. No one else made them for me and for the most part, my life really isn't that bad. I don't need to have the biggest and the best house, job, car, etc... I've got somewhere to live, a nice enough car, a cat, plenty of wine and a decent job. What more should I want for besides someone to share my life with and maybe some actual friends? I'm working on it!
In the end it just feels like it's not enough when my sister comes over and I get so angry at myself because normally I like my life and who I am and it's not her fault that she makes me feel jealous and stupid. I should be the bigger person and just let this go but she seems to be a like a storm: something that just comes along with all it's thunder and lightning and their's nothing you can do to halt it's approach. It's a cycle and by the time she leaves or I leave every time we get together, I almost feel like I'm in physical pain from the press of holding my emotions in check. I always end up balling like a pathetic idiot just to release some of the tension. Often I have trouble breathing. It's almost like a panic attack is induced or something and I just don't get it.
To give you some background, my sister is two years younger than me and 20 kilos lighter. I'd probably say I am the prettier of the two of us even if I am overweight although she has a nicer smile and definitely knows how to dress. We grew up in a small town and I was the only farm girl in my year group with the other 9 girls being town girls. It was just two different worlds. I grew up liking the outdoors and using my imagination but the townies liked sitting around and gossiping about boys and clothes, etc. My sister on the other hand, had four other girls her age who grew up on farms and they all became fast friends. I went through school going from friend to friend and as a result, my social skills are somewhat lacking. Don't worry, that's not the case so much these days but I just don't get people like she does and despite trying to be a laid back person, I just seem to be so sensitive. I can't handle it when people let me down or don't live up to my expectations. It also doesn't help that we have so many of the same interests. We worked for similar companies, we both like reading, writing, art, cooking and sewing. I feel like I can never be an individual and I am too embarrassed to show any of my artwork to my family who scorned the fact that I like(d) manga & anime when I was younger and still do. I am the black sheep of the family and if my own parents and siblings judge me for my tastes so much then other people outside the family certainly will. However she likes country music which is still in the 'safe' category. She gets teased for being into it but she doesn't get scorned whereas a lot of people in Western society see an anime episode and just see it as a cartoon when many animes can be very violent and for adults only. I don't like them for being cartoons alright. I like then because I like entertainment. I'll watch/read almost anything but I particularly like anime because it is not as constrained as Western stories/cartoons. It mixes my two favourite mediums together after all: stories and art. But no, apparently I am childish and immature when I'd probably say I am MORE mature simply because I have broadened my horizons and I am interested in all sorts of areas.
Moving along: she met her future husband when she was 19 and that was it. She's married a lovely man in a beautiful ceremony and now she's six weeks out from having her first child. Her life isn't perfect by any means but she couldn't have asked for a more wonderful start. She lives in a brand new, enormous house on a massive farm. She's rich and she has horses, dogs, a cat, a big garden and an amazing car and she's only 25. There's no doubt about it: she knows what she wants in life and she gets it. Not only that, she's really pretty and can flirt like there's no tomorrow. She is a great conversationalist and always the centre of attention. She's confident and self assured. Guys are always hitting on her. She even told me that a workman from a neighbouring farm hit on her last week and she's married and 7 1/2 months pregnant!!! What the heck?!
It's no wonder I feel fat, frumpy and tongue tied when she's around. Our conversation largely consists of her and her life and her calling me a dag because apparently I have an odd sense of humour. So what if I'm quirky? So what if I haven't had a boyfriend (and god knows if I ever will since my flirting skills suck so much - I'm shy alright! That doesn't mean I won't say yes if you ask me! Why should I have to ask? Not all girls have to be confident because surely not all guys find that sexy?) We talk about her all the time and how great her sex life is and how much of a pain it is to be pregnant. You know some of us are terrified that we're going to end up alone and never have any children of our own! And if I dare complain about it's the same old, "well you just need to be more confident and flirt. Nothing will come to you if you don't put yourself out there." Yeah well I don't want to simper and fawn! I want to meet someone who will talk with me and make me feel comfortable. I am shy and I don't want to be rushed into something and expected to have sex on the first date. I don't like touching someone as a form of flirting because frankly I'd be a little alarmed if some guy did that to me the first time we met and started talking. She never asks me what's going on in my life and she's constantly making me feel like an idiot because she always has such a tremendously strong opinion that you doubt yourself and start believing that maybe she is right.
I don't like her freakin friend okay! (Something we argue about more than anything else) And I am effin' entitled to my opinion! She's a horrible person who has upset all the other friends in their social circle and my sister still can't see it. This person didn't come to the hen's night and on the wedding night, after I had given my speech, she decided to upstage me by doing her own speech. She tried to make it look like she wasn't getting up on her soap box by making the other two bridemaids get up there with her - one of which was quite drunk and going through some horrible family issues and all three of them made terrible speeches. And then, my sister blames the drunk one and says how dare she do that on my sister's wedding night instead of caring about how much her friend is hurting. I mean, who does that? Yes, your wedding is a very special day and your friends should leave their problems at home but life happens and I can't believe she can be so on the side of one friend (who everyone else hates) and so mad at another who has been a far longer friend and had a lot of things going on in her life and was dragged into making a speech that she never should have had to make.
In the end it is so humiliating to be jealous of her and I am trying so hard to be me and improve in my own way and I should be grateful to have advice from her (or so everyone and my conscious keeps telling me) but you know what? I don't freakin' want any of it!!! I don't want these feelings and I just want to be me. I want to be able to see her and not have a complete meltdown. Is that too much to ask for? I want to have a few of my own wins in life and I want to freakin do it myself! I don't need advice from someone who's basically got lucky. Yeah I admit I thought and probably still think I am smarter and more widely read than her. I admit that I did better in school than her and thought that I was always better than her and I freakin hate that I even thought that in the first place because I never thought I was that type of person. I hate myself and I hate that I do that as well and that I am so freakin hard on myself. I just wish my chaotic thoughts would take a backseat for a change and leave me the alone because you know what? Life is meant to be enjoyed and not endured and right now I just can't figure out how to enjoy it at all. I don't want to feel like I am struggling because I want to feel like I am being challenged and I want to enjoy the journey instead of constantly feeling exhausted by my feelings.
#jealous #sister #friends #sad #upset #panic #attack #meltdown #envious #envy #my #life #hate #myself
I get about 2000 dollars a week through gambling. I'm addicted but refused to accept this for a long time. Now I know I got a problem but don't see the point in stopping. I earn a lot of money with it and certainly don't have any disadvantages. Some of my friends now started to stop talking to me because they think I need help.
I don't care, I get a lot of money!
Its gonna be so weird...
Recently I’ve been hanging out with my old friend and she told me that she is bisexual. It’s okay for me, I didn’t mind that then, but later she introduced me with her friends. She told me that she has a crush on one girl of that squad, who is also bisexual. But then it turned out, that after my friend revealed that she is bi, all girls of that squad became bi. And Im the only left hetero, they all became a couples and I can’t even find a boyfriend. I actualy feel so awfull bout this. Idk what should I do.
Im a mother of 2 and ive secluded myself from my friends. None of my friends know that i have kids and that im married.
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!
One of my friends ex girlfriends is super sexy. Thick thighs, big ass, cute face. I saw her at a different friends graduation party and long story short we kissed. It was nice. I felt her ass and tongue in my mouth. I knew she was my friends ex but didn’t care. I know he would care because he still likes her. But if you had a big ass Latina sticking her tongue in your mouth would you stop her? I’m texting her and I know she would let me fuck. I’m going to. As much as I can. When he was with her I would cum to her when I was alone. Now I get to cum in her for real. She said she won’t tell him because they aren’t a thing anymore. She doesn’t even like me she said she just wants some dick and she trusts me. This is going to be fun.
I am a 20 year old guy in college who works out alot, plays baseball and has been told by girls all my life that I'm attractive. i dress well and my wardrobe is filled with expensive preppie styled clothing and I have always been attracted to women who are attractive, preppie, perfect beach bodies. I was always able to get almost any girl i wanted and was always the one who called the shots. i normally date attractive girls who dress well, are thin and physically fit, mainly blondes but not always. All my life I've had attractive women who were willing to go out with me. So 6 months ago Amanda who was my girlfriend at the time fit that preppie, well dressed, blonde haired, thin tan body description to a T.
She was an 18 year old freshman who adored me and she looked good next to me. All of her friends were popular attractive girls except for one. Sarah who was 19 wore glasses had plain brown hair, dressed in tomboy clothes had some acne on her face and was a bit chunky. she was a plain jane dorky girl who never went out with us at night but instead hung out at this old little bookstore with a bunch of grandmas. she was the only young one. one night my friends and i walked by there on our way to the bar. she was sitting on a rocking chair on the bookstore patio reading a book. we were a bit twisted so my friends made a few comments, teased me about my girlfriend and her being friends and i responded, hell no she's a fat dork. i can't believe i stooped so low and felt bad for saying it. i apologized to her later but she ignored me so i was like whatever. anyway, thats the night my girlfriend Amanda found something out about me that i was too proud to reveal but at that moment it was obvious. i'll take you back for a moment when i was a bit younger, about 5 years ago. see, around my sophomore year in high school I began realizing that i found girls who were barefoot as being more attractive than normal. something about a girl in a cute dress with a nice body was always a turn on but it was she was barefoot too i'd get even more excited.
I never admited that to anyone & even found myself cracking jokes with my buddies about guys who had foot fetishes claiming that they're weird. i remember seeing a guy around my age at a party once. we spoke earlier that night and he seemed cool, talking about all the cuties at the party and who we would bang. later on that night i went upstairs to use the bathroom in the house we'd been partying at. I remember walking down the hall past one of the bedrooms where i noticed him and a girl as i passed by. i was like what the f**k. I couldn't understand what i was seeing. that dude who seemed so confident, leader of his crew, who earlier was talking about which honeys he'd bang and how he'd get a blow job from one of these cuties.. that same guy was on his knees while the girl who he considered a white trash slut earlier, sat in a chair in front of him. she had her shoes off and every time she lifted her barefoot up in the air and back down he licked her sole with his tongue. that white trash girl with red hair and too much makeup who he called a little slut behind closed doors was in complete control of him. he was completely infatuated with her and his eyes were so fixated on this girls bare feet like he was hypnotized. she glanced at me with a snoody look and cracked a wicked smile because she loved the position she was in. the guy who was "the man" of the party ended up spending the night worshiping the bare soles of this girl who completely used this opportunity for her own amusement. i walked away unable to digest what i saw for some reason. all i knew is that bitch would never have me in that position.
So back to the night when my girlfriend discovered my foot fetish, which to this day i still won't admit fully. She had found out that my friends and i made fun of sarah and began questioning me. we argued, as usual i had to have the last word and refused to speak to her until she apologized. that night we all hung out, my guy friends knew we were fighting and her and sarah were there. of course i paid no mind to amanda and sarah because i wouldn't admit i was wrong. i played it cool, was snarky towards my girl but then something happened. i was talking to my buddy sitting on my left and when i looked to the right to grab the remote i noticed her bare sole she was on the couch sitting up straight with her left foot flat on the sofa, her left knee up high and her right foot up high resting across her knee with her bare sole up in the air about 12 inches from me. i never looked at feet when with a woman because i never wanted to show that i liked them. i knew that once i started looking it would be hard to stop. this time she had me, i started becoming un coordinated, un focused on the conversation my buddies and I had been having, trying so hard not to look at her bare sole, knowing that she had an idea about my attraction to feet I realized she was doing it on purpose. Long story short, when my friends left, i sat back on the couch, didn't move, and ended up starting at the sole of her barefoot. i gave into my girlfriend for the first time she had control over me. she began turning her foot in a circular motion, no expression on her face, patiently watching tv, ignoring me like i wasn't there and even though i knew she was doing it on purpose i couldn't handle it. i gave in and submitted to her power over me. after a while the trance i was in deepened and i just stared at her sole. when i noticed her look over at me and give a wicked smile of satisfaction i was too weak to fight it. from that night on i spent countless moments being teased by her bare soles. she got her way whenever she wanted. a few months by and summer came along. my girlfriend amanda and I liked each other but the chemistry wasn't that strong. i mean, we got along, had mutual friends but it seemed like we were a couple, just because it was convenient and we were attracted to each other. the sex was great and she adored me. as time went on she began changing, moving away from her clique of friends and hung out with sarah more often, she was part of a different social circle now and no longer cared about superficial status symbols. in a way i had more respect for her but at the same time something about the girls who looked up to us baseball players felt good for some reason. Being part of the clique i was in had its perks and i didn't want to give that up. we drifted apart, she put on about 30 lbs. i mean she wasn't fat but she was chunky. so i dropped her and embraced my popularity.
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