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I remember my girl friends in high school trying to convince me to get high on drugs with them. Always told myself I would never get involved in that and kept telling me it was no big deal. Told me these college guys would invite them to do coke in their apartment and don't know how many times I kept coming up with excuses to not go. I think it was pure pressure and not wanting to be less than them what made me go with them one day. I met them on our way out of school, walked a few blocks and remember four guys sitting around a cocktail table and feeling like the new girl in school. I soon found out getting young girls high was great way for guys to lure young girls and sexually seducing them. I remember the stupid powder going straight to my brain, watching my girl friend making out with this guy practically naked and an ending up with my panties yanked off getting my pussy eaten out in the middle of an oral sex orgy. I remember it was first grab, first suck and so high I really couldn't do much about it. All I knew was that this guy's head was wedged between my legs, was about to have an orgasm and just let him have it. The worst was that after he turned me in Jello, his dick hardly fitted into my mouths. All I could do was suck and end up with a face smeared with cum and washing off in the bathroom stepping over bras, panties and guys boxer shorts and hoping my parents would never notice when I got home. I guess I found out why coke is called the sex drug.
I was so horny yesterday and hadn't had sex in a long time. I found a twink online, went by his apartment and was fully intending to fuck him with a rubber on, but instead ended up with my dick in his mouth, then bending him over and giving his asshole a creampie. As I pulled out, it was leaking out of him, I'm normally not a big cummer but this was probably the biggest load I've ever shot. I hurried up and wanted to leave, he talked me into staying for a bit, I got a beer and we talked while he had some straight porn on the TV in his bedroom. His ass was pointed up and his hole was gaping open with my cum leaking out. I fucked him again, he tried to jack off his little dick but I wouldn't let him. I kept pulling his hand away, rubbed his pubic bush, and his nipples like I would a girl if I was fucking her in the ass.
I hate the fact that I did it to another guy. He was dressed in stockings, garter, a camisole which was like a small bra up top, he had very long sexy hair too and was in full make up. But still I fucked a guy and let him suck my dick. I shouldn't have done it, but I needed to come so badly.
#mm #crossdress #homo
Do you know who wants to be a millionaire?
A friend of mine was a candidate in this show and I was one of his telephone joker. And yes, I was called.
I knew the answer but I told him the wrong answer on purpose because I didn't want him to be richer than me.
I'm bi, and I have a roommate who says he has experimented with men. Idk if he knows I'm bi. I'm too scared to tell him. But he told me how he has hacked his previous gf computer. So if hes hacked me he probably knows. Tbh if he just ask me I'd be up to hooking up with him. Be I'm too shy to initiate it. I wanna Netflix and chill though.
I am madly in love with a girl who lives near my house... I befriended her on fb n we used to chat since last year, don't know when i fell in love wid her... Bt m kinda shy guy so was nt able to make my mind to pro her f2f, so i thought of proposing her on fb, bt again, i was scared that what if she broke friendship wid me, so i made a fake id n expressed my feeling to her, bt don't know how, she guessed ma name instantly, bt i told that i m nt the one who she thinks i m... Then she started asking me on fake id that who am i, she pleaded a lot, then i told her ma name... She got very angry n did what i was scared before, she blocked me on fb n we were no more friends either, bt i again cnvinced her only to be my friend, she agreed... N now we r friends again just on fb,bt we r nt that close we werebefore evan she neva reply on my msg, i apologized her innumerable time on fb,bt shedin't replied.. So i hv stop msging her now n left all to god's wish...
Bt, i can't live widout her, i love her a lot, i cry whole day missing her n m now thinking to die
It's very important to me to look good at every time. I didn't notice that I am addicted to make-up and clothing until my friends told me to stop. I spent all my money on mascara, eye shadows, lip sticks, dresses, shirts and stuff. It's kind of an addiction. I love it to try new styles and to create new trends.
And it didn't bothered me when I was late to appointments I made or when I ditched my friends.
My look was everything to me.
This was 2 years ago, now I'm 21 and I can manage it to go outside without wearing any make-up at all. It's a big step forward for me and I hope that I don't fall back into that kind of pattern.
i have a bit of a fetish for creampies, it really seems to get me off thinking about letting a load go into someone, especially "on accident". About a week or two ago, my girlfriend and me were doing it, and i knew she was fertile, so while i was fucking her doggystyle, I pulled out and started fingering her with one hand while with the other I tore the tip of the condom. best orgasm I've ever had.
#stealthing #creampie #fetish #sex #girlfriend #doggystyle #orgasm #cum #dirty
I try to help idiots. i Know this dude whose a good guy, but buys into far right stuff. He mocked masks. Said Covid was a hoax. Says the vaccine isn’t needed but I talked him into one after he got Covid.
He works in a hospital. Now he comes home tired from all the Covid patients.
The first patients were mostly old and sick so he’d say old people die of the flu every year. But now it’s young healthy people. They beg for the vaccine, but it’s too late. He saw a young mom who couldn’t be saved. She begged for help. She had the same beliefs as him “before”.
I’m not mocking these people, I’m sad for them. They trust these slime ball politicians; corrupt talking heads on the radio; Weasel News, and that fat head orange clown.
He argues that my politicians are crooks too & don’t follow their own crap. Such as ears flying his dog in a second plane. Or hanging chad and his carbon spewing yacht. Well yes, both sides live like kings. But which side does stuff for the least of us?
So he now comes home wore out from checking in sick children and healthy people. He gets to hear all the crying. They all beg for the vaccine after it’s too late.
I made him mad. I said maybe people will go get vaccinated & wear masks now.
Too bad he still mocks gays. Guess he will never accept they are humans too. Oh it was a preacher that put that into him. And keeps it there.
I am still very devoted to my ex boyfriend.... We don't see each other anymore but I don't want to lose contact to him.... The last time I saw him was in March and he doesn't answer me in Facebook... If he only knew how I feel about him... He took a part of my heart with him....
I'd like to confess something BIG.
I share a flat with my best friend (both M/22). He is in a relationship with the horrendous and absolutely terrifying bitch walking the earth. No one of our friends understands why he is still with her. She treats him terribly, always making condescending remarks, she even slapped him once!
We all tried talking to him reasonably to see that he could do so much better, but to no vain. So, we kind of agreed that he would eventually get it himself.
Oh well... everything came a bit differently than we had thought.
I was out drinking with some friends in a pub (best mate not with us as he had to attend to her mayesty's call aka 'the bitch') and I got quite drunk and actually managed to hook up with this beautiful girl.
We were both intoxicated but somehow managed to end up back at my place. We had sex twice and once more in the morning and then she left, also leaving me her number (I am yet to call her). After my sex-induced haze (still in bed at this point) I noticed that I was actually not in MY bed. But in my flatmate's. I had to have been rather pissed for not noticing.
Oh well. I did not think much of it, simply went to my room and got some more sleep.
Sometime while I was sleeping my flatmate got home and half an hour later his devilspawn followed.
I woke up to shouting and screaming.
To make a long story short: I left my used condoms in my mate's room and his "girlfriend" found it and thought he was cheating on her in the half hour it took her to get to his place. She wouldn't listen to his reasoning that he could not have had sex with another girl in that short period of time. And especially not three times (we had sex three times remember).
She screamed some more, threw some pillows and stuff around, but finally left exclaiming that she was done with him and not to contact her ever again. Before she left she told (or rather shouted) that she never loved him and cheated on him quite often in the last year.
He was gobsmacked at first and couldn't fathom what just happened. After the initial shock he deduced that those must have been me condoms. I actually thought he would be mad. But he thanked me. Really, he THANKED ME.
Yeah mate, you dodged a bullet there.
You're welcome.
#ex #girlfriend #hookup #condoms #sex #woops #misunderstanding #cheating #flatmate
Every time I am bored I go to my local music shop and switch all the CDs and DVDs into other packagings.
I made a pass on a married woman. It was just for fun but she wants to get divorced now.
I feel bad. :(
I promised God I would never masturbate again and I stopped for a week and today I ruined it and I masturbated. I want him to forgive me and I'm sorry and I don't want to go to hell I just need his help : (
A friend of mine got a new chimney. We loaded tons of firewood in it and fired it. The smoke was so heavy that you couldn't stand in a 50 feet area. Later, I told a really drunk friend of mine, he should fire the chimney some more.
I can still remember the fizz it made after he touched the hot knob.
As a kid, I loved to call a taxi or order a pizza and tell them the address of one of my neighbours or of someone I don't like.
I'm a straight guy who sometimes likes girly stuff: I'm completely shaved on all my body, my toenails are painted and I like certain articles of women's clothes. I usually mix and match male/female clothing. For example, right now I'm wearing jeans, a hoodie, panty hose and panties.
I also love having sex with prostitutes, especially when I wear a skirt or a dress to the whore house. For some reason or another, that's my sex fetish. I live in a country where there is no stigma concerning prostitution, so I'm at the whorehouse twice a week on average.
I know that no woman in her right mind would ever understand this fetish, so I've given up the idea of ever being in a relationship with any woman who isn't a sex worker.
I’m DEADPOOL. That’s right, I’m the real Deadpool. No I’m not crazy. I’ll leave a secret code that only those who really know me could figure it out. WMHRSNSCARDCESCAECKAGCFLFWAHACLJ. Only the few who really know me could decipher that.
I started making up characters as a kid. Deadpool started in the 70’s. That’s right. Your getting the real origin of Deadpool.
I had some old comics. In one of them the Shadow fought a Ninja dressed in Red on a sub. My favorites were Cap & the Avengers, & Batman. But I liked this red ninja. So I made me as a super hero named “Red Ninja” when I was really little. In time the character got a much better name.
Over time he got cooler names. I won’t tell you his real name. My real character he became in my 20’s is very similar to Deadpool. I like mine better.
When I nearly died recently I destroyed all my 1,000’s of characters & their back stories. Old drawings. I’d hoped to one day draw my own comics, or let my children. But I’m near death so it’s not going to happen. No one wanted them. So I shredded them. I had to move into a tiny place. I had some way cool stuff though.
Starting in the early to mid 80’s I sent some of my worst characters & some ideas to Marvel Comics. I was going to use the good ones for my own comics. I’m pretty sure I saw one of my characters vaguely in a comic. Very vaguely. Either way I got some No Prizes. Empty envelops. The first one I wrote & said I didn’t get a prize. The prize was no prize, an empty envelope. You just give them ideas for characters; stories. But it becomes their property. You give it away.
Well; somewhere around 1990 or so; while in college, I decided to send Marvel one of my mediocre characters. I kept the best to myself. I was offered an art scholarship, but pursued other stuff.
Please realize I “gave” them the character. Just a rough idea. I did not give them my real character. I honestly don’t even remember what all I wrote in the letter.
In no way am I claiming anything beyond a rough idea. They apparently took a vague idea & made something cool out of it. So the character is completely theirs. I merely gave them a seed to plant & grow. Im not even certain they used my idea. The visual; mannerisms, & name make me convinced they did. Either way; I gave it away for fun, so who cares.
Around this time I was still collecting comics; but I stopped. That’s why I mailed this to them. My life was fixing to change dramatically. No more time for childish things. No more collecting comics. So since I doubted I’d ever pursue my comic ideas; I gave Deadpool (not my characters real name) away as a joke. I wanted to see if “I” could live on in the comic books, in case I died on a battle field. I loved Marvel. If they thought him/me worthy of being a super hero/villain, then it would mean my much better characters would be cool if I ever made my own comics. I had 100’s better than Deadpool.
Well I forgot all about it. No more kids stuff for me. My kids got into all the super hero stuff many years later. One day my daughter said dad. You have got to watch this movie called “Deadpool”. He’s just like you. I scratched my head. Realize my character has a different name. But I’m pretty sure I called the alternate less fleshed out version of red ninja; the bad “punisher” like pretend version of me, “Deadpool”. The one I mailed Marvel.
She said he’s just like you. The guy who plays him looks a lot like you (not really. But I am attractive. And I married a beautiful woman). He talks endless trash. Is always trying to be funny. Uses two swords and guns at once. Wears a red ninja outfit. Never shuts up. Cusses. Can do all that ninja gymnastics stuff like you. He’s you. Huh? That did sound like me.
So I watched the movie; remembered sending the idea to Marvel, & laughed my butt off. She asked what was funny. I said that is me. That’s really me as a super hero. I mailed that idea to Marvel before I married your mom way back in college. I didn’t know they made it into a super hero. Of course she didn’t believe me.
Now let’s be clear. I’m not taking credit for the character or anything. I can’t even remember what I mailed them. I had been drawing characters since age 7 or so. Red Ninja had been me since the 70’s.
I was finally giving up buying & collecting comics. No more drawing & expanding characters. I was putting all of that away & growing up. Time to leave college & start life. I never thought of that stuff again till she made me watch the movie. She was right though; that was me, especially back in the late 80’s & early 90’s.
I won’t bore you with the whole story & details. Nor can I remember what all I actually even mailed them. But either way; I gave it to them. Looks like they used it. I was hoping someone would turn it into a character. That if I died I’d still be alive in a sense as a super hero. Just a private joke. So in my mind anyways; I pulled one on Marvel, got them to turn me into a super hero of sorts.
So since I have no clue what I mailed them I’ll show why my daughter saw the similarities. She had seen me training with two swords at once. And two knives. She’d seen me throw weapons & shoot guns with both hands. I’m an expert marksman with near any weapon, with both hands.
I do know martial arts. I have easily beaten multiple black belts with my mixed fighting style in training. I have extremely fast reflexes. Makes me really hard to fight. When I sent it in I had finally managed to slim my muscular body down from 275 lbs to under 250. To para jump or slide down ropes out of copters you must weigh under 250. I was so lean and low fat I had cuts & veins everywhere. I thought Deadpool having healing powers like Wolverine would be great. Instead of claws he’d use two swords & pistols like me. He’d have my agility; athletic ability; super strength (I was a power lifter). Only magnified for comics of course. I’m the lame real life version.
I was very conceited about my appearance & abilities. I talked endless trash. Cussed none stop. I never shut up. I still have a constant smile. I try to be funny and constantly try to make people smile & laugh. A crowd once watched me fight several men. They say I was turning flips. Doing crazy moves. Like Deadpool. And the whole time I was telling jokes and talking trash. That’s true. Like Deadpool.
I used to run track. I could nearly touch the top of a basketball backboard. Great at long jumping.
I was being trained by an ex special forces relative & was intending to join the military soon, which is why I mailed off the idea for Deadpool to Marvel. Letting go of my childish ways. Would be no more time for that. After I mailed it off o bought no more comics. Drew no more characters. I was done.
I had a relative of sorts who used to work with me some. He was impressed by my marksmanship. He had been a soldier & then soldier for hire. Mercenary. I was a great marksman so he thought I should try that after the military.
Well in high school & college I found myself living in this high crime gang controlled inner city. At night it was a war zone. Cops were afraid to come in there at night. So if you got caught up in something you were on your on. Like the fight I just talked about.
Starting as a little kid I used to fight to protect others. I slowly learned to mostly be quiet & passive in school. Until I moved into the gang area. Sometimes I’d fight to protect others. But not in front of teachers. At school I had fought to protect any weak loner. I don’t care what color you are. Religion. Gay. I would protect anyone. In my eyes we are all the same.
Well; those of you who work & goto school full time know, your rarely home. At night I’d wake up to gang activity. Screaming. Gun fire. Fights. People buying & selling drugs. Drug dealers are the root problem in these neighborhoods.
I’ve fought and been chased by gangs in high school. Been shot at just for walking home. Kids on those streets know what I’m talking about. I learned to mind my own business. But a few times I had to go out into the dark night. Batman.
Ninja movies were getting popular. I always trained with two knives & pistols at this time. So now I added two ninja swords.
So around the time I sent this to Marvel I’d snuck out at night & stopped a few crimes when I heard screaming. Usually only for a woman or child. Not dressed as a ninja. I’m the real guy.
I’ll give one example. I heard a woman yelling for help. I went running out. A very large man was trying to attack her with an ax handle. Trying to break thru her window. She was protecting her child. So I fought & disarmed him. Made him run away. Then I had to talk to the cops. Witnesses confirmed my story & I got off. People would watch. But not interfere. I’m lucky people liked me enough to speak up for me a couple of times. Had it been gangs they probably would not have. No one calls the cops on drug dealing gangs. They will do drive byes & stuff. Unlike Deadpool, I can’t magically heal.
I only did these things a few times. Real life isn’t a movie. But my friends had saw me in action. My wife had told my kids those stories & about the time she watched me fight & save another woman. And of course talk to the cops yet again.
In real life once you save the day; you then get to talk to cops; teachers, bosses. You get kicked out of school; paddled; almost arrested; fired. Real life isn’t a movie.
So Deadpool wasn’t really me. He was like an alter me. A bad version of me. He would go off into the military for special forces like I was planning. Be a Merc like I was contemplating. But he’d be half nuts. He’d decide to take out drug dealers and criminals to stop crime at the source. You know that voice in your head that you ignore. Hey go do this. You know better from listening to that voice as a kid. Don’t listen to that crazy voice.
That is the real problem in these neighborhoods. Drugs fuel the gangs. Addiction destroys people. Gangs strike fear in neighborhoods. Everyone is afraid to call or speak to cops. Cops are afraid to come there at night. They arrive way too late & in large numbers. By the time they do it’s usually too late.
So the goofy one in the movies does act a lot like me. Obvi I’m no nutt super hero. I’m the real guy. I based the character off me. I like what they did with it. Totally different from me. As I said; I mailed in a very vague idea. They appear to have developed it into something cool. But I can’t take credit for any of that. But the behavior & general description are so much like me that my daughter realized it when she watched the movie. They’ve all seen me get right up in the face of would be tough guys and talk trash; joke, & cuss just like Deadpool. They’ve seen me lift up very heavy weight. Shoot two pistols at once. Train with two swords. On & on. I have that endless grin on my face. Im the real Deadpool.
So where did the name Deadpool come from? As a child I was an amazing marksman. I never missed. Some vets nicknamed me Eagle eye & Deadeye. I liked Clint Eastwood. So I called the bad; drug dealer pretend version of me Deadpool. Pretty sure I sent that name in with the idea. But it’s not important.
There was a real Hollywood game. People tried to predict who would die. Then bet money (a pool). So this Deadpool version of me would instead pick which deadly criminals should die. He’d take their drug dealing money. That would be his income. His “pool” of money. Plus; Eastwood had a movie out around that time, “the Deadpool”. I think I was watching it on VHS when I wrote the letter.
Clint Eastwood played a vigilante in Dirty Harry movies. I preferred the spaghetti westerns.
So since I don’t think I’ll be alive much longer I thought I’d secretly confess that I’m convinced I’m the basis for Deadpool. I don’t care if anyone believes me. I did specifically tell them they could have the idea. I did ask them to turn it into a character for Marvel comics. I didn’t send them the real character. He was much more complex and pure. Instead I sent them something I thought people would want to watch & read. This was in the rap anti establishment days. No one liked Cap anymore. I’m a whole lot more like Cap. But no kidding. As I type this there are ninja swords hanging above my bed. There are two pistols on a nightstand by two knives. As I said; Im the real Deadpool. Well; sort of.
What do I look like? Well I’m very sick now. But I’m very lean. Weigh about 255. Very muscular. I was born with blond hair & blue eyes. People say I’m attractive. And I act “a lot” like the character in the movie still to this day. That’s why when my kids first saw the first Deadpool movie they ran in there saying dad, your in a movie, you’ve got to come see this. And yes; I am really that cocky. I’m convinced no one can beat me. I did learn to shut up at times. But I talk endless crap. I crack endless jokes. I never shut up. I have a crap eating grin non stop. I did not go into the special forces for a very good reason. Nor did I become a mercenary. I’m afraid the real me isn’t overly impressive.
I am no kidding wearing a shirt that’s blue with stars on the top. Alternating red and white vertical stripes on the bottom. I just realized that when I looked down. My kids had them made for me I guess. They look like one offs.
OK kids of mine. There it is. Let’s see if you can figure out my code. No one else ever will. I’ll give one of you a clue. See if you can surf the web and find this. Decipher the code. Prove I wrote it. You asked me to tell someone I invented Deadpool. That would be wrong. You can’t give something away. Ask someone to make something of it. Then try to take credit. So here it is. No name or proof. But my admission. One more joke. If you find this and read this have a good life. Now you know where I got the idea. From an old The Shadow comic I owned. Why did I like the red ninja? He was better than the shadow. That’s why when I sent the character to Marvel. Instead of sending them the real character that red ninja became; which I will not reveal here, I gave them a meaner version. A “Punisher” like version. A soldier for hire who didn’t just cross the line; he became a criminal of sorts. Much like Wolverine was in a comic or two. Dark. The opposite of me. Like alternate Superman.
I am very proud of you that you saw me in the way Deadpool acted. You even pointed out how I used to pull your legs & claim I could block bullets with my swords. That’s obvi a lie. But I’m still pretty good for a real person.
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I still have contact to my ex boyfriend... It's not really my ex BOYFRIEND... we had some kind of friends with benefits relationship and it didn't take long until I fell in love with him or crushed on him quite hard... he didn't return the feelings and that almost destroyed me but I couldn't stop seeing him. I lied to him and said that I also only want the sex and the friendship, nothing more...
After a while we saw each other less and less which was terrible because I wanted to see him every day... He started to become more distant and then I found out that he met someone else and tried to woo her.
At the beginning he didn't even tell me about it and just told me new excuses why we couldn't meet.
I was so heartbroken... And I told my best friend about it. She said I need to block him, ghost him and never talk to him again. But I was just so infatuated and I didn't wanna lose him.
Then I met my now boyfriend and the situation got easier. I wasn't that heartbroken anymore and we still texted from time to time.
I am still jealous when I think about him and his new girlfriend, but it's not like I want him more than my boyfriend.
I couldn't tell my best friend that I am still in contact with him. She already thinks I am stupid for keeping up with him for so long... so now I am keeping it a secret that I still text and maybe meet up with him some time.
I just want to be friends with him again. Not anything sexual. I love my boyfriend but I also do not want to lose my friend...
#liar #boyfriend #sex #friends #friendswithbenefits #love #crush #heartbroken #lie #bestfriend
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