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So I had a neighbour until yesterday... He moved out... So here it is we used to come on terrace at the same time and stayed there till one of us left ... We never talked heck we don't even know each other's name but I was getting attached to this routine I mea. We did that for one and a half year but yesterday when he was moving out I cried really hard.... I wanted him to atleast say something but I guess it was just one sided... I knew he was gonna move one day but when he did I literally died inside .... Is it normal am I stupid to get obsessed about this one....
I only recently turned 18 but I already started sex work. I’ve been selling nudes and worn panties, socks, and stockings. I feel kinda dirty doing it but it’s fun.
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ever since i had the ability to "remember" memories, ive had a fetish of girl legs. every time i saw a girl i liked with a skirt, i looked at her legs and felt wierd inside. noone knows that i like when girls are tied up except my closest friends corgan and alex. i also met this girl who likes being tied up or just the thought of it. sadly, she lives far away from me. i hope one day i can meet her, and possibly "get to know her" if you know what i mean.
I am a male and I am addicted to wearing spandex gear for working out and other physical activities. Not only biking shorts, but full length running tights with colored piping, plain black spandex tights, long sleeved spandex shirts and a spandex thong underneath. I get this weird little thrill when I walk into a gym wearing this kind of stuff, especially since I started working out in a local gym near my home recently. My usual gym is in the City, where spandex is everywhere and on everybody. So far, only the women at the local gym wear spandex leggings.I restarted my running a few years back. Middle of winter, like 4 am and it just felt so depressing. Like those lonely running scenes from 'Rocky' in 1976. Then I saw a pair of Nike running tights, and tried them out. It was pretty intimidating at first. Leaving the relative safety of your house wearing only a thin layer of spandex on your lower half. I was fully expecting someone to say something or start honking at me. No one ever did. The next hurdle I remember was wearing a spandex thong underneath. I remember running in the park like this for my first time, in broad daylight, and I felt completely vulnerable and exposed at first. Since no one said anything, I relaxed. I just can't see myself going back to boring old shorts or sweat pants any time soon. I am 50 but still look young and somewhat youthful.The funny thing is, that wearing this gear actually motivates me to to work out, and keep working out. Once I started looking good in the tights, or even in the mirror wearing a thong, that's only motivated me even more.
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.
When I was younger and had no general idea of racism, I once asked my mother: "Why are they called black if they're brown?"
I can’t help staring up white women’s dresses. I love stocking tops,garter straps and skin colored pantyhose.
Just before my 45th birthday, a rather pretty little teenage goth schoolgirl I knew slightly who was just over 16 came in to my shop, as she was paying for her things she said "What do you want for your birthday old man?", laughingly I replied "You". She replied quite seriously "Done. See you next week" and left.
I though nothing more of it until the actual day when she arrived in the shop and asked "still on for tonight? 9pm OK. I nodded, she smiled and left. I couldn't believe my luck, so as a treat I contacted a man I knew and ordered £100 of cocaine & a viagra tablet.
At 9pm she arrived, in jeans, ankle boots and a baggy t shirt covering her 38D teenage tits, after only a couple of drinks she had stripped down to just boots & black stockings.
In the end, I sniffed coke off her tits and arse, rubbed it into her teenage clit and we fucked for ten hours straight, so hard she passed out and even though I knew she was unconscious I fucked her harder still. I tied her up, forced her to come over and over with a Hitachi, she squirted everywhere, by the time we had finished her body was covered in sweat, her own juices and my cum which was in her hair and eyes. She looked exactly like she acted, a dirty little schoolgirl clock hungry slut
It took her a week to recover. Best fuck I've ever had had
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 know this may sound stupid but it bothers me everyday. Before my 18 year old sister died, I owed her 20 dollars. I was 15 at the time and never expected her sudden illness to be fatal. Now, three years later; I am 18 and somehow still feel guilty over something as stupid as owing somebody 20 dollars. I know deep down that my sister would never be upset about something so stupid, but I still feel so so so guilty. It keeps me awake at night and I can't figure out why. It's so become almost obsessive and I don't know how to fix it.
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.
I like mixing drugs and sex. I love to snort cocaine off a naked girls body while my husband rails me from behind. And sex on ecstasy is out of this world. It makes our orgies so much better. Sometimes I even smoke a bong when it's just me and my husband. I also do lines of coke occasionally. I don't think I'm addicted or anything. It's not like I do it every day, or even every week. But it's nice just to let loose and have fun sometimes.
I've been on this dating app for a while. And recently a guy called me boring and dumb. I insulted him back of course saying I didn't care but minutes later I began crying out of self pity because his words hit me where it hurt the most. For some time, I questioned my self worth and wondered if anyone would truly love me for me.
I accidentally got my high school girlfriend pregnant.
She was 15 and I was 16. We were both into the drug culture of our high school and were very commonly having unprotected sex.
I have been an uncle since the age of 3 and have had a job since I was 14. I wasn't affraid of having a child. My mother was angry, but supportive. At 16, I was ready to become a dad.
The day had come when my girlfriend would have our baby girl. I was very excited. Her parents and the rest of family blocked me from the hospital. I was told our child didn't make it.
Jump ahead 35 years and I find out through an anonymous letter. My daughter is a live and well. She is living on Long Island. She thinks I am the one that is dead.
Now I have now decide whether to tell her I am alive or make believe she doesn't exist.
After 18 years having sex, and 14 years of being married my husband started having me kneel in the shower or tub and after he cums in my mouth he pees on me. Two days ago, and again today he takes me fully clothed to the tub or shower, and I blow him, and he pees all over me while I have my clothes on.
I have got to say I actually like it. It's like when I started having anal sex with him, I thought it was horribly dirty and the doing something dirty part is what gets me off. I am starting to enjoy him peeing on me.
I've been using meth on and off for maybe 3 years now. The first time I did it I just know I liked the way it made me feel but I didn't think anything beyond that good high feeling, I was 14 by the way. Now since I've been smoking it I've noticed that it makes me really horny. My wife and I were doing it together in the beginning and it would make us really horny and would have wild sex, and role plays. We would role play about things that we know we wouldn't do or even think of on a regular basis. But when we were high we would just let our wild minds wonder.
Well now she has stopped completely. She don't know I still do it once in a while and its really hard to not be obvious so I have to hide it by drinking some beer so I can blame my slurring on the beer haha. But what I miss the most is the crazy sex and wild talks when we would smoke.
Here's my confession: I have a good friend that him and his girlfriend smoke it, and they're pretty much the one's I get it from. Well one day I get text from his gf and she tells me to email her to an email address she gave me, not telling me what for. I thought it was weird but I still emailed her. So she replies back telling me that she's very lit and starts complaining about my her bf that he's always on his phone and doesn't enjoy the high with her. So I ask her what is it that she wants to do to enjoy it, and then she tells me that she was sorry for what she's about to say but that this is the only time she has the courage to say it (when she's high) so she tells me that she's feeling really horny and that all she can think off is doing something sexual with anyone. By then I knew where this was going so I started telling her that I knew how she felt because I feel the same way and all that.
So we started talking about sex. We would ask each other dirty questions. We also started sharing fantasies and that night we both ended up feeling horny for each other. So ever since that day every time she's horny she emails me pictures or tells me how bad she wants me. I honestly enjoy our convos. We haven't had sex yet but there was 3 times where she dropped off some goods at my place and I would get her to give me blow jobs, and she would let me finger her.
So my conclusion is that now I have someone to share my horniness with when high.
When I was a kid, around 4 years old, me and my brother got two cute little bunnies for christmas. They had a stable and everything they need. In the end, both of them had broken legs because I thought it would be funny to hit them with a hammer I found in the basement. I'm so sorry for that...
I get mad easily at people I feel really bad it hurts them and me
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