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We have two dogs and one cat. One of the dogs is awesome (I love him) the cat is meh (I’m not really a cat person) and the other dog however is a giant pain in the ass.
She pisses and shits in my office and pisses and shits in my outdoor kitchen. She adds no value, she sleeps all fucking day (like a cat), she hates going outside, she gets frequent ear infections that smell like sour ass and requires vet visits all the damn time.
My wife loves the dog. She’s had her since before we met. I love my wife more than anything but that dog is a nightmare.
If the dog could have an “accident” without it devastating my wife, that would be one dead ass dog TODAY.
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.
Many times I have thought about what it’s like to get high. Or be drugged. Or be drunk.
I can’t drink or take drugs. I have epilepsy and strong medication.
I've lied to my partner and I betrayed him. I lost controlled and withdraw money from our joint account. I loved it to live the wealthy life and I spend so much money on unnecessary things, you wouldn't believe. I always wanted to confess it to him but I just couldn't do it, I was too afraid and too embarrassed to talk to him about it. I didn't know it better and decided to steal the missing money from his savings and put it on our joint account. Of course, all leaked out, I disgraced him, lied to him and betrayed him and I don't know how I could make up for it. I can repay all the debts I made but I can't repair our broken relationship. Now I have to stand trial and make amends for my sins.
#partner #betrayal #money #theft #savings #trial #relationship
I have lived my entire life in fear of black ppl. I was taught they are evil terrible mean ppl so I steered as far as possible from them. In school I wouldn't talk to them or even make eye contact with them. I was pertified at thier presence. I graduated high school got married not long after and had 4 boys and I taught them as I was taught to refrain from getting involved with black ppl at all cost. They took our advice as racist as it was and didn't socialize with no black person to date but my youngest son Daniel was the exception. He got into the rap and saggy pants and of course the drugs. It started with marijuana and now he's a full blown meth head. He quit school and did basically what he wanted to do and his dad had to do 2 years in the Middle-East and my son would get soo strung out he would do anything for money. We had to cut him off finiacially and he stayed gone for weeks then he would call in soo much debt with his dealer that we would bail him out to keep them from hurting him. We put him in rehabs until we had to declare bankruptcy. My husband risked his life for his country everyday over there and Daniel bankrupting us was a big slap is my husband's face. He was discouraged and blamed himself for not being home to deal with Daniel but the biggest hit was yet to come. I got a call from a man that tells me Daniel is in big trouble and he needs my help so I go find him just where the man told me he was and I bring him home with me. We were home maybe 20 to 30 minutes when the door bell rang and as I answered the door I was pushed backwards by a black guy who had 3 other black guys with him. He asked me where Daniel was? I told him he was getting a shower and he would be finished shortly but he wasn't waiting and he sent his 3 guys to pull him out of the shower and they threw him down in the living room floor wet and naked. I was embarrassed as a mother would be in the situation and grab a throw off the back of the sofa to Daniel and he covered himself. Daniel was out of it so I spoke up and said I take it Daniel owes you money,right. The leader says "hell yeah he owes me money and I want it,right now." I ask him how much does he owe you and he blew me away when he said $3,100.00. I did not have that kind of money. I only had $900.00 and most of that was bill money for utilities. I told him I didn't have that kind of money and he threatened to hurt Daniel right now. I begged him to please not hurt him that I would sell my car and everything I have to come up with the money. He asked me if I would sell myself and I was confused at the statement and responded with the only word I could think of at the time and that was "what! " He tells me he didn't studder. He rephrased the question and said, "would you give up that fine ass to spare your son's life" Still stunned by what I was hearing I hesitantly said "you know I would". He said good that's what we will do then,you can work his debt off and we can start right now and commands me to undress. Omg,this was happening my biggest fears had come true because not only am I conversing with this black dealer but now he's wanting sex with me. I look at Daniel as I undress and this black bastard takes my wrist and forces me to my knees and puts his dick in my mouth and he disrespecting me the whole time with the typical ghetto lanuage and he lays me on the sofa and he gets real aggressive as he really thrust into me and I do orgasm and they take turns with me then they lead me to this Escalade and for 4 days I am constantly fucked with very little sleep until my son's debt is paid. I had to tell my husband everything I thought is was the right thing to do and it was but I left out an important part that I kept secret and that was that I realized I was able to payoff $3,100.00 dollars of debt in just 4 days. Sex is something I enjoy and with my husband overseas I felt deprived of it and the money is great. My husband barely makes $3,100.00 for a whole month so I turned to prostitution to aleviate two problems I was dealing with which was loneliness and debt and I didn't have a problem with selling my body to get what I wanted. Grant it I wouldn't have turned to prositution had Daniel followed his brother's footsteps and stayed straight but there is a silver lining in every cloud and one such silver lining if you can call it that is that I am not longer racist or scared of black ppl and do have quite a few black clients that I service weekly and bi-weekly. After Daniel was forced to watch his mom with these 4 blacks thugs and witnessing the extreme measures that I was willing to go thru to protect him,Daniel got clean and is doing very well. My husband finally got state side and I told him of my exploits into prostitution and how I was still doing it. He wasn't happy. He said that he understood what I did to protect and save our son Daniel but he doesn't understand why I continue doing it. I told him exactly how lonely I was and the money is great. He asked me to quit being he's home and could attend to the loneliness issue and he could do that but now I'm enjoying the men,the sex and the money too much. I tell him I still love him that hadn't changed but over these years I have changed. He agreed that I had changed alright,changed into a whore then asked me what happened to the beautiful loyal woman he married? He tells me he does love me but can't live this way and throws this guilt trip on me that this is what he gets for serving his country. I explain to him that I would love to stay with him and the decision to leave me would be his,not mine. He didn't even stay the night and went to a motel and ironically picks up a hooker off the street and when awakes the next morning the hooker is gone and he realizes there is no attachment between a prostitute and her Johns and he comes back tells me everything and he will accept my new found profession. We are out of debt and doing great. We now have a vacation home on the lake which we go to nearly every weekend where we go boing,fishing,swimming and it's fun. I never thought soo much good could come from a situation soo tragic and I guess you can say that life gave us some lemons and we turned it into lemonade. Life is good these days and my family is strong. My kids know are the greatest and we have not hid any of the events of our story from them and they aren't ashamed of me for doing what I did which I would've done for them all. They tell me I'm thier hero which is kind of strange seeing thier dad risked his life in service of our country and they do respect his sacrifice but they credit me with defending and saving our family and I'll take that with a smile and happy heart. I did sacrifice alot but in the end I'd do it again. Business has been booming even more so ever since I started taking on female clients and couples. Who knew little ole me could've done 180 degree turn where the things I once condemned and considered vile is now my life's work and passion. Truly sex sells and I'm cashing in it. Who knows maybe some of you reading my story will find thier calling in life thru some strange or maybe some terrible chain of events but either way I call it destiny. My destiny to bring joy to soo many ppl looking for just a release from the day to day stresses thru sex is self fulfilling. May God bless you all to find peace and happiness. Muah.
#shameless #drugs #weed #confession
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
So I... had an affair with this guy some three years ago. Ugly as fuck, to be honest. Ok I mean, just really unattractive. Our relationship was essentially based on weed. Not that I didn't buy my own. But I would always use with him, just to have someone to smoke with, since I get really anxious when I do. I would smoke loads back then. Then I stopped buying it. 'cause I wanted to stop. But I kept visiting this man's house. We wouldn't have sex anymore, I was having sex with another guy, a friend of his actually. This other guy was kind of nice and really cares about me but I cut him out of my life 'cause he won't have sex with me anymore 'cause he thinks I'm desperate. Which I kind of am. My life is so dull 'cause I have no plans, no projects, no motivation. Aside from weed, I smoke cigarettes and drink, I don't drink too much but yeah, I'm kind of the addictive type you know. Most of all I was addicted, I still am, to these two men. And I'm also anorexic/bulimic, not too thin lately, and I've managed to stop the binging and purging, I'm making progress you know, but still no future, no education... I used to be in university. I was studying philosophy. I was the brightest student in my year, but I was always on drugs and when I started sleeping with these guys I pretty much gave up on everything else. I tried to launch a music career, so to speak. I mean, as I was hurting like a goddamn dog I started composing sad tunes on my guitar. I've been in therapy all my teen and adult life, I'm 23, it's been more than ten years, with different therapists. Maybe I'm gay, maybe I'm bisexual, maybe I'm a random nymphomaniac, narcissistic, shizotypical, borderline fucked up mess with daddy issues and a self-centred attitude and paranoia and bipolar depression and no friends, virtually zero people I trust. I have no idea what I am, it's not like I've been abused and furthermore I got tested and they say I have nothing, I'm just kind of above average intelligence-wise and particularly sensitive, that's what they say. I taught myself how to play piano in ten days and I can do some pretty impressive stuff and bla bla bla yeah I'm showing off. But really I'm just so sad. I dropped out of uni, anyhow. Oh, I said that already didn't I. And I masturbate almost daily but with a sense of disgust even. I don't enjoy any kind of porn anymore, and I don't even enjoy actual sex, I mean, I had a couple of really good fucks with these two guys but yeah who cares. And what kills me is I've been so in love with the second guy but I fucked up because I'm fucked up and now he's gone but it's been three years and I was his first girl so it was bound to happen wasn't it. Why shouldn't he want to be with someone normal who doesn't hit him when he doesn't want to have sex, someone who is not so whiny as I am, so bitter and self-centred and FUCK I wish I could turn back time or I just wish he could DIE sometimes I really do everything except move on with his life leaving me here in my ugly stinky rut. I'm so depressed I've gotten used to it but sometimes I get these glimpses of lucidity and they really hurt.
#life #sex #drugs #weed #future #depression #addiction #issues
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.
I just got broken up with but it isn't a bad thing cause I wanted to break up with them but it still hurts.
My gf told me about her married cousin letting her self be shared by her husband. I was really interested because her cousin is a beautiful women! I couldn’t believe she would do such a thing! She told me all the details ! Like how her husband took her out and let her pick up on a random guy to take home. She made it seem like she enjoyed it! It made me think she wanted to try it the way she told the story. When I asked her she denied any interest in it. My gf by the. Way is equally attractive. She’s got a very pretty face and a tight little body. Recently we had gone dancing and she was getting hit on by a few guys. I let her flirt as much as she wanted . That night she ended up giving a random guy a blowjob. I could tell she liked it. I took her back home and we talked about her getting fucked by someone else. Finally one night she got all dolled up and told me she was going out with her girls. She looked amazing more than usual! Around 2am she calls me to pick her up. When I get there she is holding hands with another guy! She pulls him into the car and introduced him to me. He was a very handsome man in his late 40’s. He didn’t know who I was and asked if I could drop them off at his house. I stayed quite and took him there. She was giggling and moaning the whole ride there. They jumped out and she thanked me . Asked if I could wait for her for about an hr. I saw her walk into this guys house and began to imagine what they were doing. I waited for about 3 hrs . She finally came out and got in the front . She looked nothing like she did when she left the house. She gave me a hug and thanked me for being so open with her. I didn’t know what to say! I had a million questions and no answers. When we got home she jumped straight in the shower . I laid in bed waiting for her to arrive . I asked her how was it? She giggled and said amazing! I asked her if she would do it again and before I could finish she shouted out yes! She told me how he she stripped for him and his guest . How they all loved how beautiful she was ! I asked her if she slept with more than one guy and she said yes! They took turns on her at first then got her to agree to fuck two at a time . I couldn’t believe it! She loved it! I later found out she had done meth with them and eventually became hooked. At first I enjoyed it then I hated her for it. We eventually broke up .
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.
my sister abuses me verbally and has done so for years. I hate her because of it and i can't do anything.
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.
I am not sure how to go about this. I have seen patterns of events everywhere I have been. Since past few years friends and colleagues have asked me questions (although in a very calm manner) about many personal and not so personal things of which I have no idea about. Later I have ended up something bad happening to me about the thing I talked to them about. Very bad politics in office. I read on the internet that it is a part of gangstalking. I don't know if that is a reality.
I smoke crack. I snort rails. I lost my last two jobs and I live off my best friend. I do drugs at her house when she’s not home. I spent all my money on crack. My ex tried saving me and I told people he hit me. I failed. I lie, I cheat, I steal. I’m a shitty person. An addict, a closet addict. I stole from friends and I’ve reached a point where I do drugs alone. I stopped paying my car I don’t pay rent. I need help. I’m fucked in the head. I never used to be this deep. I’ve lost everything even the love of my life due to drugs.
#liar #addict #confession #drugs
I've been on meth for years. I have a job so I can have money to buy meth. And being high motivates me to do my job so I can get paid and get high.
I want to start doing drugs again. But all my old suppliers are either dead or in jail or got clean. I miss the feeling of being in la la land.
Because I'd like to be able to do baking, I bake a lot in the last weeks. Last weekend, I made bread, but instead of oregano, I put some of my weed in the dough. Didn't notice it at first but my daughter (she's 9) ate some of the bread for breakfast, I soon noticed that something was wrong.
I really should stop smoking pot.
#daughter #pot #weed #break #beaking #dough #confession #drugs
My girlfriend and I started dating at 19, we were together for a full year, then took a break. We took eachothers virginity when we dated. The reason we split up was just timing. But now at 21 we are back together. During our break, I dated a little, had a couple kisses but nothing serious or anything past a kiss. She had sex a few times. I noticed when we got back together during sex, it was just different. She was almost freakier and willing to try all types of positions. We talked about it and she was honest. She gave oral, 69, sex, even just rode someone’s face. I asked her how many guys and she said honestly a lot. She didn’t give me a number. But she said she only slept with one guy more than once. The rest were one night stands. She said this guy would experiment with her and had her doing all types of things. Now at first I thought great. Sex is even better with her. But knowing so many guys got to use her bugged me. Especially because I didn’t sleep with anyone during that year apart. And I can’t even be mad because we weren’t together, but it is hard to accept that she was passed around by so many guys. Apart of our bond was knowing we were eachothers only, but now she’s had so much sex it’s just weird for me. Am I crazy for thinking these things?
I love exposing myself to my neighbor's wife when she leaves and returns home. Every morning I wait in my front room wearing only and t-shirt, masturbating behind my screen door. When she comes out, she takes a glance my way before entering her car. She's to my right in the small cul-de-sac and when her car's warming up, she turns my direction and watches me masturbate. When I smoke weed, I'll stand close to the screen door, and she smiles as she watches me stroking my cock. I love and lust for my neighbor's wife.
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