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I'm an Indian girl who lusts after black women. I love light skin women to dark chocolate strong, independent black women. I think they're beautiful, and sexy and so dominating. I want to serve one and be dominated by her, and to satisfy her womanhood.
I am a pyromaniac since I was little. I had fun with fire from the cradle especially lightening fire had always fascinated me. I enjoyed lighting bigger things like hay bale or wodden boards. I thought it was great fun.
But one day it got a bit out of hand. You have to know that I live in the countryside and we had a farm with a big barn in the back. I used to light the hay bales or something like that behind that barn but I had been very careless one evening, so the barn caught fire.
I was so terrified that I ran away. Luckily, we hadn't had any animals in the barn to that time, so only the barn was destroyed. My parents doesn't know until know that it was my fault that our barn burnt to the ground.
It was a really big thing back then, with the police investigating and the insurance that didn't want to pay for the damage. Now I am glad that it's all over and I hope that no one will find out about it.
I confess, I've always been a very apathetic person. I've never actually given two shits about anything, and am constantly talking to my psychiatrist about this. It has progressed more with my manipulative nature and become a monster. I constantly catfish sensitive people, male and female, the ones I figure have the most mental problems. I shake them down, tear down their walls and become their everything's. I play it off like I'm innocent. That I'm the one who needs the protecting. Then, I destroy them from the inside out . I watched one guy blow his own brains out after I asked him to. I told him, that if he loved me, he'd do it. I continue to do things like this today. And to be honest, I don't regret any of it.
I think I'm falling in love with one of the music teachers at my school, I am 15 and he's probably no older that 30, he looks 25 to me. I love even the smallest things he does, like when he plays random things on the piano or when he does something clumsy. He's the most attractive man I've ever seen. He's married with a daughter.
Last night I cheated on my husband with a 23 year old man. I'm 49 and loved every second of it.
We met at a club and went back to his place. We were all over each other before we even got in the door.
The sex was fantastic and he pushed every button in just the right way.
We're keeping in touch.
Today, I skipped work because I wanted to go shopping.
I went to a shop and tried some clothes on, when I saw one of my bosses coming really close. He hadn't seen me then so I decided to hide behind a manikin.
At first, it looked like it would work, but then someone tapped me on my shoulder, I twitched, fell down with the dummy on top of me.
Now, I got a dissuasion from work and I have the order to stay away from the shop.
I betrayed my friend under the pretence that I have her best interests in heart but I really want her to suffer.
My stepfather introduced me to the daughter of one of his colleagues, Annie. For a little over a year she and I have gotten closer, in fact our relationship is flawless we get along almost too well. I started following her on social media a year ago as well and her posts are well disturbing to say the least. Black and white photos, mentions of suicide, murder, psychosis, pictures of black roses with morbid poetry, 30 photos of her lips taken close up with black lipstick, pictures from The Shining, Tim button themed eeriness and lyrics from death metal songs. She told me she was goth, in the beginning I tolerated his strange all of this was. It wasn’t my business nor my concern. It got worsened. It suddenly started to pester me quite a bit, that she was romanticizing mental illnesses this much. I never realized when my bitterness took over my love for her. I was talking to a friend about her once when I just called her a creep, later I felt disgusted of myself. Once I reported one of her posts and barely regretted it. Another time, following my own suicide attempt I grew frustrated and asked her what she got out of acting so depressed all the time. Truth me told I was jealous. I was jealous that this seemingly privileged girl could act out however she pleased while I suffered in silence. I was jealous that unlike her I had to act okay. I was jealous that despite all the abuse I’ve put up with throughout my life, I had to smile and be strong, while someone else was allowed to let themselves fall apart in the face of the smallest inconvenience. Today I caved in and told my mother to inform my stepfather, to inform Annie’s parents, that I’m concerned for her wellbeing and am concerned that she is suffering from severe depression and may harm herself (my evidence being her posts). My objective is actually the hope that her actions will be met with consequence. That she’ll stop her dark and annoying posts. That she’ll stop expressing herself so much in that negative sense. I know I’m a horrible person for wanting to hurt my friend in this way. I am a horrible person and I don’t deserve her friendship. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know why I did it or why it matters. I hate myself and I don’t need or want pity. I can’t help but ask, what is wrong with me? why do I keep hurting people? why do I get satisfaction from it? Why do I feel like a demon.
#goth #emo #demon #depression #snitch #romanticism
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 crush is aromantic
So I know I can’t have them
But
They aren’t asexual
So it’s hard not to think of them sexually
Again
I know I can’t have them
I know I’ll never be able to have sex or anything with them
But
It kinda hurts
And I feel bad
Because I feel real really bad about wanting to fuck them, but not being able to have a relationship with them
I know they don’t want a relationship, but it feels weird to me
Being a woman came natural, I guess it was the way I was raised, to be a woman and to have kids. Yes, I complain because the last 10 years of doing nothing but pushing babies out into the world is a lot of work, but the real truth is that I enjoyed every pregnancy immensely. Being pregnant is being a woman. There is no feeling, none that is better. I love being pregnant and I love having kids. I was lucky my body was made right, good hips, ample milk supply. Keep getting me pregnant and I will keep making babies.
I confess, that I was so curious and paid $1 on https://www.howmanypeoplepaidwithbitcointoseehowmanypeoplepaidwithbitcoin.com. Yes it was worth it!
six months ago, I was away from home for three days. I was attending a family funeral. usually my wife of ten years would have accompanied me, but on this ocaision, she was unwell. finding myself alone in a five star hotel room, my pinch faced shrew of a wife, three hundred miles away, I picked up my phone and browsed the local escorts. I had built in a contingency of a thousand, in my budget for this trip. that would get me a very nice escort indeed.
I browsed for a while, pausing on the 18 year old blonde who still had her actual school uniform and the two girls that offered the ultimate lesbian fantasy for men.
then, from somewhere deep in my subconcious, a long held fantasy materialised. transsexuals.
I typed transsexual escorts into my search engine and I was amazed at the number listed locally to me. I browsed through them until I found one that fitted my fantasy completely. TSNicole. she was tall, slim, blonde, pert natural breasts and a nice feminine bottom . she was perfect!
200 an hour or 1000 for a night. right on my budget. I rang the number for the agency and gave them my details. they sent me an email confirming the booking with a receipt for the payment.
when my phone vibrated again half an hour later, it was a text from the escort, saying she was in the hotel reception. I texted her back that I would see her soon then.
five minutes later, she knocked on my room door.
when I opened it I was astonished. she was absolutely stunning. you would never guess she was a once a man. I took her coat and handed her a glass of champagne. I had ordered a " james bond " as I called it, from room service. champagne, caviar and some smoked salmon nibbles in case she was hungry. we had a nice " getting to know you " chat . she was intelligent and well educated. she was studying to become a social worker.
I won't demean her, or my memory of that night by detailing our intimacy. it is enough to say that we made love several times during the time we spent together and I was left extremely satisfied.
I do not consider my liason in any way homosexual. she was a woman in every way, with the exclusion of her very small penis..
I'm hoping my work will take me near that hotel again soon.
I was born in Nepal and in 1984 I was sent to Kathmandu to work in a factory, I was 12 years old. My brother went to school in Nepal but I was sent to work making money for family. Somehow one of the owners of the factory became my guardian along with another girl named Ruchita who was 11. The man who was our guardian began abusing us right away, his name was Ranjan. The first time he took us to his house he made both Ruchita and myself strip naked and bathe while he stood watching us, it was one of the most humiliating days of my young life. It was a small house and Ranjan's bedroom was across from the one Ruchita and I shared with only a curtain covering the doorway. Some days we were forced to stay naked and by the time the first week passed we had also seen Ranjan naked many times. If he became angry with either of us he would spank us with a switch always having us naked. Then he began making Ruchita or me go into his room at night where he taught us how to masturbate him. It soon led to him forcing us to give him oral sex with the threat of a beating if we didn't comply with his wishes. As this was going on he also touched us in our privates and over time began penetrating us vaginally and anally. By the time I was 13 I was no longer a virgin and Ruchita and I were taking turns sleeping with Ranjan a few nights a week. By that time both of us girls were dominated by him so badly that we just obeyed him since the the older we got the more severe the beatings became. I was 14 the first time Ranjan brought another man to the house and he was from England. I never considered it but today am convinced that man and two other men were paying Ranjan to have sex with Ruchita and me. It seemed like once a week one of those men came at night and I was ordered to have sex with them any way they wanted. There was one of them in particular who was extremely cruel forcing us to submit to rough sex and there were times when he would have both of us at the same time. There was no one to complain to because girls had no rights and no way to escape the situation. I was abused and beaten up until I was almost 20 years old. A man I knew from the factory helped me get to an agency that helped women. I tried to get Ruchita to come with me but she was to afraid fearing how we would be punished if Ranjan found out. I hid and moved around for almost a year before I was able to get into the US and became a legal citizen 10 years ago. Even today girls are being abused in Nepal and no one seems to care. Most girls and women are forced to work and most of the men I have ever met in Nepal or Kathmandu are pigs including my father, brother, and especially Ranjan who was the cruelest man I ever met.
Because of my job as a salesman I have to travel a lot so I have to stay in a hotel 60 to 70 days a year. This is very boring and to entertain myself I began replacing the eggs for breakfast with eggs in which the incubation has already started. This sounds very disgusting and it is disgusting of course. But I love the look on people's faces when they see what they wanted to eat.
#eggs #salesman #business #travel #hotel #breakfast #disgusting
i have a fetish for seeing men lose to women in any 1 on 1 competition - not just in fights. also if a girl tells a man "you're eliminated" that turns me on, for some really weird reason.
#fetish #woman #lose #competition
My brother knows I love going commando and takes this for granted. I was sitting on the couch with my brother, my mom, and my dad. We had dinner guests over so after dinner we went to the living room. We all sat down to enjoy a conversation. My brother started shaking his legs which triggered my dad to shake his. At this point I was bouncing a little. I felt the all to familiar feeling in my silk jogging shorts and noticed I was showing more then I wanted too. I tried to pretend like I didn’t notice but our dinner guests did. My brother looked at me with a grim and I knew he did it on purpose. About 20 minutes later, I was getting wet.
I wish ‘the one’ or the right guy would hurry up and come already. guys never seem interested in me and i feel forever alone even though i am only 21. guys never ever approach me or ask me out. i rarely also get hit on. this further makes me believe that maybe i am meant to be alone for the rest of my life. i am not fat (5'4 and 125 lbs) and i don’t think i am ugly (at least when i have makeup on).
Am a 26 yrs old woman and I don't wear anything underneath my skirt or dress because I like flashing my shaved pussy to pervy oldmen. I even allow the to touch me or grope me as long as nobody can see me.
Today I was shopping with my mom at our local mall and after successfully buying clothes we needed we thought we would get ourselves some nice crêpe, there's a little place in the mall that sells them. There was quite a line in front of the little booth, but we weren't in a hurry and thought we could wait. 10 minutes later, it was almost our turn, when this stupid bitch came by, just pushed in and walked in front of us. I said something along the line like "Are you nuts? What's wrong with you?" but she just ignored me. Well, we weren't in a hurry, so we just let her.
This stupid bitch then ordered 4 crêpes, and if you know how they are made you know that it takes quite a while to make one. I was furious after that but I thought well.. Karma's a bitch, she'll get what she deserves.
I also have to say, she was quite fat, so I guess she got all 4 of them for herself..
After she paid she walked past us and smirked like the stupid bitch she was. She wanted to say something petty or spiteful, I know it but before she could say anything I just flipped and knocked the crêpes out of her hand.They landed on the dirty floor and the woman just gaped at me with an open mouth. It was awesome. She tried to insult me after that but my mom and I just walked away.
I really hope I taught this arrogant and stupid woman a lesson for live.
#angry #furious #food #fat #ignorant #anger #woman #confession #noshame
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