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(Continuation of another secret)
My ex boyfriend was abusive to me and I got the chance to go to a party and kissed 3 different people. (This was about one week before I left him. ) All I felt was guilt. I was hoping I would fall in love and they would take me away from him and everything he has done to me but we live in the real world,not a fairytale. I felt so guilty as soon as I got him I told him what happened and he called me names and tried to punish me and told me I had to act certain ways and do certain things. In other words, he was trying to control me more than he already did. I moved out when he was at work and I haven’t seen him face to face since. He got on social media and said I was a lying,cheating whore. He cheated on me for one whole year while he was on meth. He is still on meth from what I hear because he has lost more weight. He also put his hands on me more often than not. My friends mom caught him choking me once. Everybody thinks I’m a monster and I hate the fact they think that but at least someone on the internet will listen to me. I keep posting this and different parts because my side of the story was never heard. So by me posting all of this it is forcing someone to hear about it...I hope.
Hey I'm 12 (female)and I tried to kill myself by Drinking Bleach... Why u ask well I had to poop so I did. I didn't realize that there wasn't any toilet paper. I was solo mad and I asked my Brothers and sister to go see if there was anymore in the other bathroom. NOPE THERE WASN'T. so the told me to use a fricking SOCK (a white sock) I said no. So sat there for a while then BOOM my siblings busted the Door open and watched me yell and scream at them. So I looked on the counter and seen some bleach I opened the top . Then I thought to myself I could go to hell if I killed myself . so I closed the top. And wiped my ass. And eventually use the sock. AND THAT WAS I THINK WHEN I WAS LIKE 5 OR 6 and my family won't EVER LIVE IT DOWN YEARSSS LATER
I admit that I might actually be addicted to my grandmothers pain pills. I’ve never stolen them. And I would never steal them. But I crave them constantly. It started when I had gotten COVID. I was in so much pain and I couldn’t sleep because of it. She gave me one and I was almost instantly feeling better. I was calm, it made me really happy and tired. It boosted my mood and I was able to also sleep. Once they wore off and the pain returned I had to take more or I’d be unable to sleep. Once I got better I missed that feeling of relief from the pill. I then got kidney stones. Once again she gave me a pill. It took the pain away, made me feel genuinely happy about life, then I had the best night of sleep ever. Time passed and I never felt that comfort like I did with the pill. A couple nights ago my back was in some pretty bad pain from work. She gave me half a pain pill. It put me in a happy mood and I was able to sleep like a baby. Now it isn’t bad to where I’m wanting to steal the pills, I just want to be sick or in pain so I have a reason to take them. I just like how they make me feel happy and they help me sleep. I have awful sleep ever night but with the pill I sleep like a baby. I miss the feeling. But I know I shouldn’t take them if they make me feel like that.
Sometimes I want to go kill my girlfriends family because they annoy the hell out of me and I think up different ways I would kill them
#kill
My husband and I were in bed talking about our pasts. He told me all his girl friends and his first wife had cheated on him. He told me everything, I listened, asked about what they did and how he felt. I noticed how his breathing increased. I hugged him to feel better. I noticed he was hard, like really hard. I touched him, wrapping my fingers around him. I looked deep into his eyes and suddenly I realized something important and asked, “Do you want me to be like them and cheat too?” -FHwife
#cuckold #cheating #willing #confession #lust #temptation #discovery #hotpast #girlfriends
i used to like acting slutty for one of my ex bf, he used to tell me to dress slutty or sometimes at night when everyone was sleeping at my place we would have phone on the sex and would order me to go to the lounge room naked and masturbated. i would be doggy style rubbing and fingering myself, my ass facing the door. he loved it when i orgasm and moaned loud, which i did cause it excited me because of the thrill of getting caught or watched without knowing from my parents or brothers. i was so bad and slutty but i loved it. i missed these times.
#phonesex #ex #thrill #masturbation
I stayed with my BFF and her family in a lake cabin one summer when I was 14. Most days we would go fishing with her dad. My friend and I were competeing for best tan so we probably lied on the bow more than fish. She would move her suit inward, so I'd follow. We didn't want any tan lines. Bolder with time we went topless. Her dad fished and acted as though everything was normal. So we ended up taking it further by sunbathing completely nude. I still recall the thrill of being naked and observed. That was the start to being an exhibitionist. I returned to school braless until my parents realized. I fought with my mom for months until she gave in. Dad stayed out of it and enjoyed my new look. So ten years later I have rarely worn a bra or panties and flash a victim of choice at every opportunity. The more excited they act, the more I get turned on. I love to get nasty too.
She was barely 16,
I was 20.
She took my virginity,
and became my first girlfriend.
We met on a common known classifieds website and to be honest, I don't want to be forgiven I just want to relive the magic that was fucking a teen..
I was lonely one night and decided to look for love cheaply and without much effort, little did I know that i would strike a goldmine that would yield me years of underage sex for basically free. I found a post looking for a guy to be friends with since she was new in town. I saw her picture and almost immediately I pictured my cock inside her somehow. She was this cute white girl with really nice lips, great breasts and my favorite, a beautiful face. I honestly thought I had no chance.. i literally didn't expect her to reply but she did. She was nice and pretty much wanted someone to come hang out with her and her friend at the movies. I told her that I would but chickened out at the last minute because i was too nervous. I should point out that her original post listed that she was 19...
After a few email exchanges she stopped replying and pretty much told me to stop bugging her and that it was starting to creep her out. I initially felt bad and told her goodbye. A month or two went by and she wouldn't leave my mind, probably because she was the only girl who had really given me any attention. I had masterbated to her pictures so many times. I had some sort of lust for her that drove me stalk her on the internet. I found her social media page and I decided to talk to her again hoping she was willing to talk. To my surprise she had completely forgotten about our first encounter but seemed to like my pictures and decided to keep talking to me for a couple of weeks. We exchanged numbers and texted a lot. Again up to this point I thought she was still 19. I don't know how I came to know her real age, maybe it was after I decided to ask her out and she wanted to be upfront with me. I should have backed off but I was so smitten by her and she seemed to like me. I decided that I wanted to go through with the date despite the huge age difference. I remember picking her up and being so nervous, she smelled really nice and looked incredibly cute, she had on bright red lipstick.. which only made me fantasize about sticking my cock in her mouth. We went to the movies and we hung out a bit afterwards but I was a total nervous wreck throughout it. I thought for sure she would get over me but I think it had the opposite effect.. she was charmed by me and seemed to seek me out more and more to the point of inviting me over to her home with her parents...
Apparently her parents knew about the age difference and were shockingly okay with me seeing their underage child. I really liked her parents and they were genuinely nice, which would make me feel slightly bad when their daughter would stuff her face with my cock in the next room while they watched TV... but thats forshadowing a bit. Her and I grew closer and closer to the point that she would invite me over almost every night and I would more than happily go since I really liked her. We would start out by hanging out watching movies and talking. I'll never forget my first kiss... I brought over a movie I really wanted her to watch and she agreed but I think it was just to get me to come over because when I arrived she couldn't care less about the film. Half way through the film she asks if I have ever been kissed before.. I embarrassingly admitted that I hadn't, I must have gotten really flustered. I could feel my cock get hard just thinking I would kiss her that night. She continued to ask how i would react if she came close and kissed me. I couldn't give her a straight answer I was too nervous and she could see that. She had a power over me, yes dumb to say that a 16 year old teen could control a 20 year old but I was totally under her trance. She kept teasing me about kissing and eventually reached over and gave me the sweetest kiss. I could feel my cock throb I was so turned on and really loved her lips. I asked if she could do it again and she did it over and over again. We ended up making out and I was in heaven. I literally went home that night and masterbated to the thought of possibly having sex with her.
A few weeks would pass and we had gotten into the habit of drinking alcohol and hanging out in her room, her parents being totally cool with it. i'm still shocked to this day but i honestly can't complain. The night she would take my virginity would be a weird one. You would think I would immediately cum but nope. We were coming back from a night out, I think I was teaching her how to drive i can't remember, we flirted a lot and on the ride back to her place she asked me "would you have sex with me?" i was shocked, I was not expecting this and she probably knew I couldn't answer and all i could say was well uhhhh I maybe i mean if you wanted to. She would say yeah but do you want to? She finally got me to say, Yes I want to fuck you. That night we loaded up on alcohol and proceeded to her room. She was very gentle with me and let me do anything. She started to unbuckle my belt and I knew that this was going to start. She opened my pants and revealed my throbbing hard cock and she grabbed it with her hand and gently stroked it, she then told me she was going to stick it in her mouth and i almost lost it. It was amazing and I was in heaven. She proceeded to lay me down and applied a condom on me. I was still in shock over a lot of it and then she mounted my cock and rode me. her warmth, the look of her on top of me, seeing her breasts sway and bounce and her beautiful face. It was a little too much for me to bare and I couldn't cum. She tried to suck it again and ride me again but nope. i felt bad because I didn't want her to think I wasn't attracted to her. But she told me to come back tomorrow and we would try again until I came. So I returned the next day, and without wasting time unbuckled my pants and went straight for my cock. I could imagine her waiting for me to arrive thinking about my cock. She got on her knees and started to go to work. I was facing the same problems as before but as soon as I put my hands on her head and started moving her the way I wanted I realized that I was in a room with a gorgeous teen girl, on her knees letting me stuff her face with my cock and letting me have total control of her at the time, that was enough to drive me over the edge and i started to feel cum rushing out of my penis and i naturally shoved her whole face into my crotch, it was the most amazing feeling. after it was done I was in shock of how good it felt and I expected her to go spit it out but she looked right at me, opened her mouth and proudly showed me the pool of cum in her mouth with a big smile on her face. she would then wink, and swallow it all almost as if she couldn't wait, and Ill end this with what she told me next
"Thank you so much daddy, Can you please give me more? I'll do anything you want daddy, I want to be your little cum swallowing whorish princess!"
I started sleeping with a guy I’ve always wanted to fuck last year even though he had/has a girlfriend.
I’ve always thought he was hot but have never been single when he’s been around (meaning he was in jail for the short time I was free between relationships since I met him about 8-9 years ago).
It was supposed to be one “encounter” … We had about 5 days while she was away and that was supposed to be it, however every time she’s been away since then he’s contacted me, the last couple of times even coming to me at my house (we lived just over an hour apart and I’d always gone to him). I’ve not once tried to reach out or been the one to instigate further hookups, it was always him, but not once was I going to turn him down. The connection is AMAZING, honestly I’ve had some of THE BEST sex of my life with this guy.
The weird thing is, even though I know his partner I just don’t feel guilty, I don’t give a fuck, I would and probably will continue to fuck this boy every time she is out of town.
#ifuckedyourboyfriend #illdoitagain #mostselfishthingihaveeverdone #noguilt
I would love to take one of these pro-abortion women and put her in an artificial womb, for nine months, with a gas-mask and breathing tube as an umbilical. Fed through an IV, and constantly wondering when she was going to be killed! Insanity would claim her pretty quickly, I imagine!
Sometimes I have the urge to suddenly beat the shit out of same random person. The pleasure of them begging me to stop and crying while looking at me in the eye slowly dying as I'm laughing. Please, please stop, your hurting me. I can only imagine. But, I like my freedom. I'll let the next guy do it for me.
When my husband and I were on vacation, we were hanging out with another couple on the beach when I needed to go back to the room to retrieve some things. The other couple needed some things also, and the husband, a tall, handsome black, middle aged gentleman volunteered to go back to the resort with me to get our things. As we walked through the resort people would look our way and immediately assume we were together. There was no problem, but I found myself getting kind of worked up thinking about this handsome black gentleman being my partner. It was a pretty long walk, and as we made our way we would occasionally brush together. At one point I took his arm and we walked arm in arm through the resort and toward the elevator. We stopped by our room first, and upon entering I began getting things together to take back to the beach, and as I moved about and bent over I could feel his eyes watching me. Just as I was about to say I was ready to go, he reached out and took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I was quite take back by his assertiveness, but didn't offer resistance. I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to enter and meet with mine. As we kissed his hands felt my ass. He had large hands and it felt so good, I felt like I was under his total control. He started playing with my boobs, so to allow easier access I lowered my top, and he began sucking my now hard nipples. I reached down and felt his huge erection through his swim suit, and with that he pushed me down and directed his beautiful black organ to my mouth. I tried to take as much as I could, but he was just too big. To make a long story short, he laid me on the edge of the bed, pulled my bikini crotch to the side and slowly entered my now very wet pussy. He went very slow at first, allowing time for me to get used to the size, the started slowly pumping in and out. I became so wet I could hear sloshing as I allowed this gentleman I had just met to have his way with me. He began to speed up and was fucking me as deep as he could, when he let loose a huge load of cum deep into my womb. Even after he pulled out all I could do was just lay there, completely satisfied and totally out of energy. I remember even thanking him for the best fucking I have ever had. My husband and I made love many times on that very bed throughout our vacation, and thought I was so wet solely because of him. I would never tell him any different, but the thoughts of my first black experience taking place on that very bed kept me moist and wet all week. I am now in search of my second black experience, and there is an executive at the company where I work that would be perfect for the job.
My mother has been diagnosed with alzheimer and her illnes gets worse and worse each day.
I am afraid of calling her. I always tell my brother that I called her. She would forget it anyway.
I am a bad daughter.
I am 15 and I got my first tattoo like 3 days ago. I managed to find a tattooist who did not ask for any ID and as I look older this was no issue at all. I got a big anchor and a cross on my upper arm, it looks lit as fuck!!! But it started to hurt like a couple of hours after I got it and it hasn't stopped. Now I am quite scared that it will get infected or something. It's a bit red and a bit swollen...
The problem is, my parents are not supposed to find out about it. They would have my head if they knew. So I am only wearing long sleeves for now but I am scared I need to go see a doctor about it? They will find out if I have to go...
I did something so dumb but wanted to do this for helping poor kids out there. and I over spent $1,000 plus and want to spend other $700 on xmas secret santa gifts for kids for salvos because they don't have enough and I am on a disability pension and I feel so stupid I did this but I want to. I do care. I wish someone could help me raise some money to help fund my idea. Its not for me but for the kids out there. I just want to let them know someone cares. if you start a go fund me on chemist page I would appreciate it. I am doing products kids can use like shampoos, hand wipes, body sprays and lip balms, toothpaste and toothbrushes etc.
am I a loser dickhead or what? !
fuck xmas and being poor I am sick of it. I poor but I want to help. so go figure it out.
#with #scratches #of #rash #and #infection #i #want #to #still #help #others
I’m basically an emotional crutch for my friend, pretty much the only one she has, but I’m pretty sure I’m going to kill myself soon. I just don’t know what to do, I don’t want to leave her alone and stranded with nobody to talk to anymore, but I don’t think my mind is going to let me stay here much longer. And the worst part is I’m doing everything right. I’ve been taking my meds, reaching out to people when I need them, ive been taking notice when I’m having irrational thoughts and putting a stop to them, I’ve been excersicing, boy howdy have I. Been excersicing, but I still hear screaming that isn’t there, I still feel like my room is closing in on me, I still feel like my mind is deteriorating...what am I doing wrong?
"He's jealous." The three members of Silverchair met in primary school. They don't talk anymore. nor do filipinos to them as well.
I confess to being extremely proud of being the most sexually experienced and advanced man I know personally at the age of 31. I'm better at sex than any man I know, women can tell also, trust me.
I have fucked over 225 women, that number is over 300 when you include oral sex and manual sex partners since the age of 14. Due to the fact that I'm hypersexual., competitive, but also a giver and people pleaser.... I always wanted to please women and be the best fuck they've had.
Obviously I have a big thick cock that is my prized possession, but it's really because I know how to use it and athletically perform sex and fuck acts more rhythmically and precise than most men. Numerous women have asked if I was a professional male escort, prostitute, former or former porn star. I'm just an amateur expert and local legend. Reputation is everything and my number is 300+ because I have a big cock and am very good. A lot of women naturally choose me for one night stand and flings.
But why am I so proud of something that certain women and men will judge as repulsive and salacious hedonism???
Because a lot of men are envious and jealous of the women I've fucked and all the mind blowing sex I've had.... a lot of it is effortless and i've made porn themes the plot of my sexual reality. They would trade sexual lives with me if they could, trust me, most men would...
And women who think it's repulsive or highly excessive amount of women will have 2nd thoughts once they see me, hear me, spend time, feel my cock, and eventual orgasms. 9/10 of these never consider anything but natural unprotected sex once they feel my cock.
Some nights ago, I dreamt that I would kill my brother-in-law. He is my husband's brother and they are like best friends. My brother-in-law, called Luke, lives in our streets, so he's around every single day.
He's nice actually but he's a bit of a loser. He can't do anything, lost his job several times and is not able to handle a girlfriend. He drinks beer and alcohol every day, so around 5 or 6 pm he's already a bit sozzled and then he starts talking and touching. He slapped my butt twice already. I told my husband but he said Luke wouldn't mean it like that and that it's just a joke.
Now I dreamt that I drove him over. Before I had that dream I would never ever thought about it, but now... He's really a pain in the ass. But I don't want my husband to suffer. So I guess, I have to live with him.
#brother #in #law #husband #family #alcohol #beer #dream #kill #death
I've been in deep depression for...well, it's been so long I forget. My family has now began to put it aside and I'm starting to be the neglected forgotten child in the house. My sister's kid has started to take my place. My father and I rarely talk anymore. Just the other day he refused to look at me once. The desire to just kill myself gets stronger every day. The pain of self harm starts to feel calming now. The pray that when I fall sleep, I never wake up. I keep a tab open of fastest ways to kill myself. I hate the fact I have to deal with this reality. I just want it to end....so bad. I've hurt myself to many times and no one has cared anymore. I've written so many suicide notes. I'm broken.
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