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I met this guy in an anime app. At first we dont really have the intention to have feelings for each other but it happend and we just accepeted it. We're not offcially a couple yet because we felt like we have to get to know more about each other for a year so were just waitimg for us to reach a year then were offcial. That was our deal but that doesnt exclude us from doing things what normal couples do. Of course, we go on dates, and our families know about each other. Here's what we did one time he came to my house, (disclaimer: we havent had sex yet) it was my aunt's birthday, we're all at the yard having a good time eating and partying. It was a bit late and we both got bored. Mya partner and I went inside the house, knowing that no one is gonna come in for a while, we went inside the bathroom and made out. I dont know why, but im really obessesed when he kiss me hard. I like it when our tongue touches each other. We made out for a while and my surprise he lifted my shirt and bra and starts sucking my nipple. He covered my mouth with his hand so no one would hear us if someone would come inside the house. When we sensed that they might get in eventually, he stopped and kissed me again. It wasnt a quickie but we both enjoyed it.
I am a closetted bisexual at the moment. When I was a kid everybody knew I'm somehow different from any other female kids. All them kids liked the color pink while I was the only one who liked blue. They were into barbie movies A LOT yet, I was so into Mr. Bean and I hated barbie.Their toys were like barbie dolls or just dolls, I loved remote control cars. (I broke their barbie dolls by tearing them arms and legs apart from the body.) I was so innocent then. I was never attracted to girls back when I was a kid but I also was never attracted to any girls stuff. I am not out yet but I am currently building up a lot of courage to tell my family. I have not tell any of my friends too. I am afraid to come out as bi because of the society. I am living in the Philippines at the moment and the people here are like homophobic. They make fun of girls liking girls. They make fun of bisexual. They said "Girls are just acting bisexual just to be cool." and that's what made me scared of comming out. I am afraid no one will believe me that I am bi because they will only think that I'm just tryna be cool. Some even thinks it's disgusting to like the same gender.
Weird dream I somewhat remember me eating out another woman when my husband walked in on us. And that is all I remember, but I keep thinking about it. And when I do, I end up getting wet and horny. If I am alone, I end up masturbating. I am twenty one, married, and never even thought of another girl. So weird and wrong. What is going on. I cannot make sense of it. A love / hate thing.
#firsttime #weird #lesbianaction #husband #sex #horny #wet #wrong #eatingout #masturbation
I work in a filling station at the drive-through checkout. Some days ago an older guy around 60 or something drove by and wanted to pay with his credit card. He talked to himself all the time, he was really a creepy hell of a guy and really really unfriendly. When I told him to wait a moment he insulted me and said that I was an incompetent loser.
He then gave me his credit card, I put it in the card reader and told him to enter his PIN. He started talking while typing as accidentally told me his code. I gave him the receipt and he drove off showing his middle finger.
But he forgot his credit card.
I drove to the mall the same day and went shopping like I had never shopped in my like.
Thank you Mr. **** for your kind gift!
#filling #station #drive #checkout #credit #card #shopping #money #unfriendly #confession
I'm so lonely, I really want someone to play with my hair. I'm so thirsty, I want to go down on a cute girl or femboy or trans. Aslong as while I'm going down my hair is played with.
A guy started to talk with me about football. We spent our drink together talk about nothing specifically. We went to dance in the crowd and he slowly started to dance behind me. I was aroused so I didn’t do nothing and just let him continue. At a point he kissed my neck and I felt embarrassed so I litterally escaped... what a freak I am.
Now he obviously added me on insta and I’m embarrassed as hell.
I'm 16 and young for 3rd year in college. I'm attending summer sessions to advance further. There was a wild party, and this very pretty girl of 21 passed out drunk. Some girls asked me to lift her and take her into the bedroom and lay her down. I did, she was totally out of it. While in there I pulled her blouse and bra up played with and sucked her tits. Then I lifted her skirt to see her pantie-less pussy and ass. She had brown pussy hair trimmed so it was about 2 inches wide and went straight up from the start of her pussy lips about 3 inches or more. She had light and soft hair on her pussy lips. I softly licked on her pussy, she moaned, I panicked, but she was out, just having a reaction. I licked some more, fingered her with two fingers, and walked over and quietly locked the door.
I raped her pussy. I then pulled her clothes back, covered her up and went to the party. It all sounds like I was gone a while, but it was my first time. . . it was all over in about 4 minutes, I'm ashamed to say.
That was Saturday, today; Monday I just finished a 2 hour class with her sitting next to me. I'd really like to date her but I'm so much younger and she knows it. It's that way with almost all the girls. I guess I'll have to wait for another party.
Im a guy and I went out with my dude friend to the bar. the next day I was walking the best I could. And our 3rd friend got mad we didn't invite him to the bar. If your friend is walking funny the morning after being out with another guy friend. Give them high fives not grief. Ugh
I really get turned on by seeing women in tight jeans and a bra get hit on the head and knocked out, or knocked out via any other method, like chloroform, drugged drinks, punches, or hypnosis... it is just sexy and turns me on
I think youtube should stop gangstalking videos because all they do is gang up on each other after asking for help this tony targeted in los angeles asked for someone to record him saying he wouldn't kill himself , if any one out there cared so I did and then wrote to him and said I had recorded it trying to offer support. he should not have his email on his youtube account and I believe most of the TI's on youtube are fakers and liars and scammers creative their own drama for attention and its all a scam and then they turn around and abuse you. So he threatened a legal action against me and I said I am sorry he took if so offensively as I did what he had asked but youtube really should be put a stop to all these cat fights of still human, candy who I tried to listen to her as well and she takes everything aggressive auguring with her relatives on youtube and I can now see why my mother says youtube is just a sick place for mental cases and mad insane people drama fantasising up their lives and its self torture to be on here. Wayne Morris wanted me to start a youtube and was insulted when I wouldn't. These men are just coward bullies who need have never had enough sucking on their mothers titty as children and never learnt to grow up and are just literally attention whores. you tube needs to stop this. it is going on in the vegan community with durianrider and freely still, its going on with tarot and make up and also TI hate filled animals are just mentally ill people anyway. I don't think one of them is real. It also went on between hailey reese and loey lane and andrew tmi and brittney crab etc ghost hunting so it seems to me they are all fighting animals. and youtube is just allowing the abuse and its the devils play ground. I threated to leave before when a call for an uprising did. and my mother is right , youtube is just self abuse going on it.
During one year in my freshman year of high school, I attended a party and about 10 people showed up. Most of the guests were guys. For about 2 hours, we were doing whatever typical teens would be doing then, and we played Super Smash Bros. Melee. We started a tournament, and as people got eliminated, they started to head into the basement.
It was down to me and Nathan. He chose Ganondorf, and I chose Jigglypuff and beat his ass to oblivion. I turn to him, laugh in his face and say, "In your face! Suck it!" and he started to blush. He identified as a straight male, and he knew I was gay. Never would I have thought he would take my sarcasm literally.
He began to unzip my pants and grab my dick. His hand was so warm, and it started to grow rapidly in his hand. I started to unzip his pants and grab his dick. Soon, we started jacking each other off. Then, there was a sudden urge to put his bulging dick inside my mouth, and I did just that. Nathan pulled his hand away from my dick and just enjoyed the sensations. He was a good 5 - 6 inches.
Something I hadn't thought about is how close my face is to the man's pubes. Nathan's pubes tickled my nostrils and I got the strong smell of whatever funky smell it is every guy has down there. That only aroused me more. He could tell I didn't quite know what I was doing, but that didn't matter. I got used to it pretty quickly and started playing with his balls.
Eventually, I was able to make him cum without warning. He hadn't told me when he was going to and that made it all the more surprising. I had wondered what cum has tasted like, and his tasted disgusting, but I swallowed it anyways. Despite how bad Nathan's tasted I was willing to do it again.
But then, just before I was going to back to the basement, he grabs my dick and forces it into his mouth. I wouldn't think he'd do that considering how often he'd talk about girls. I grew to my full 7 inches. I placed my hand on Nathan's head and went with the flow of his head bobbing up an down my dick.
We were both awkward for our both times sucking, but it was worth it. I feel like he got the hang of it quicker than I did. I soon started to face fuck him and I started to uncontrollably spasm before jizzing inside his mouth. He continued to lick my cum from off my dick and that sent my nerves through the roof.
We continued to suck each other off to this day, and I have taken his 8 inch dick (it grew a lot). The sensations from being filled with hot, pulsing cockmeat, and being filled with cum makes me jizz every time. I'm leaking now writing about this.
#gay #sex #mouth #confession
Dear confession community, I'd like to confess that I don't want to kiss my boyfriend anymore. Not because I don't like him or anything but he's got very bad breath and it's really disgusting to get near his mouth.
I know I should tell him but I just don't want him to get mad or embarrassed. It's something very personal and I don't want to insult him. So I decided just to stop kissing him as long as it takes until he finds out wants going on...
#bad #breath #mouth #boyfriend #insult #disgusting #confession
This is my story of mental abuse, caused by my parents.
I'm 11, and I was depressed last year. After my mother called me a bitch, which she did two more times over that year, I became depressed... I asked to not wash the dishes, because I had fallen over and hurt my leg (which still hurt like hell!) but she didn't give a shit! She said, "Stop treating me like dirt, you Little Bitch!" and never said sorry. A few months after, and I still felt horrible. I was fat. My mother had told me this over and over. The truth is, I was tall as an average 12yr old and the right weight for that but since I was ten... I was "Fat" and "Chubby"... One day, I begged my mom to not let me go to a Scout Camp, because I didn't really know anyone in my group, but she just said, "Stop acting like a bitch and get ready!", which made me feel more depressed. I barely spoke on the camp, and I was starting to become an introvert. When everyone else was on a sugar-high I had to do something, but didn't know how. I didn't ask and ended up spilling the container of dirty water. They yelled at me for not asking for help, clearly not understanding what it means to be an introvert, and I felt horrible... A few weeks after that, I heard my mother saying, "Lesbians all should burn in hell!" to my father, and my heart fell to the ground. I've had many crushes, on both male and female. I know I'm bisexual already... The next day we were in the car, and I asked my mother what she thought of gays...
She said, "It's their life. They can do what they want."
"What if I'm bisexual?"
"YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS! Uh, but if you are bi, we will accept you.."
I used to be an extrovert, but I'm now introverted. I'm a brilliant actress, but only because I've been hiding my depression. I never cut myself, thanks to my best friend, Eggie, but I came close to drinking bleach when my father told me to "Fuck off", but didn't thanks to her. I have another really close friend, Austin, and he's fine with who I am and I feel wanted for once in my life. I am no longer depressed, but when I say "I love you" to them, I don't mean it... I care about them, hell they're my parents, but they have taught me to not stand up for myself and that I am worthless... I wish there was a way out of this hell. I wish I could tell someone! My friends think I never think about ending it, but that's not true! I believe I'm worthless, regardless of how many times I'm told I'm not! I wish I could just be who I want. I wish I could have been born into a family that cares about my well being! I am shy and introverted, but my family thinks I'm a happy, loud, extrovert! I have anxiety, but I can't tell anyone face to face because I'll break down and crying is weak! I am weak, so why do I hide it? I'm never going to be worth anything! I just wish, that when I closed my eyes and dreamed, that it wouldn't end. That I'd one day wake up and everything will be fine... I just hope god let's things become better...
#depression #wish #listen #help #love #never #friends #parents #hate
Chicks with dicks are so cute. I wish more of them wanted to keep it. Im really good at rubbing mine. I want to share my skill. And try giving a blow job.
I met a guy back in the 80's and we used to fuck and it was so fun. His name was Francisco and he was SO cute, 20 years old with a baby face and a nice body. He smelled good and his skin was so smooth. I used to love to suck his dick and feel him inside me. I haven't seen him in years, I've been married, divorced had different jobs. We did meet up a few times later, but he was changed- I think he was struggling with debt and family problems and he came off as sort of cold a bit smug. I could tell something was troubling him but we never discussed it. Now I wished we had. I've had all sorts of lovers, boyfriends, etc. But Francisco Flores was special, NO ONE has ever made me feel that way. My pussy used to ache for days after he fucked me, and now my heart aches. Maybe the closet I've ever come to loving someone I was involved with just for the sex.
I’m a 14 year old Male, And i’m pretty sure that I’m ‘Heteromantic Homosexual.’ Meaning that I like to date girls, but like to have sex with men. I have crush on a girl, but whenever I masturbate I do it to Gay Porn. I’m not really afraid to come out, because I’m pretty sure that Most of my family (except my brother) will be supportive. I don’t really know what the next step is to do, I just don’t feel comfortable coming out at all yet, even though my family will accept me. I don’t know what the step I should take is.
I'm a 16 year old girl. Last summer at camp, I was on a hike with a group of kids, when I suddenly felt the urge to go pee. Instead of asking a guide if I could run back to camp, I snuck off. I hid behind a bush and pushed my short and undies off and let it out. Mid-pee, I noticed another girl, ten feet away, peeing on the grass as well. Since then, I've had a pee fetish and I sometimes masturbate while peeing. I pee outdoors as often as I can because it turns me on. Once, I snuck out of my house and went to a nearby lake. I stripped naked and lied down on the grass and peed into the lake. Then I rubbed myself and orgasmed into the lake while looking up at the stars.
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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When I was about 15 I started fooling around with my boyfriend's kid brother. My boyfriend went to visit relatives for the summer and the kid brother and I started hanging around a lot. Then somehow it became sexual. He was cute, he looked like Kili in The Hobbit films-long black hair and really athletic- He was 13/14 and he started doing it everywhere we could. His house- when his mom was out, down by the railroad tracks- he went down on me for like a hour. We went swimming and hiking one day and did it in a tree. My boyfriend found out a long time after and just sorta shrugged and said something about his brother being a horny little fuck. He sure was! Both of us were!
When I was growing up my father was very abuseive he would do things like call me a slut and he would beat me and rape me but I was to scared to tell people because deep down I loved him and I just feel wrong and dirty for this but j just had to get it off of my chest
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