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I (m/22) confess that I persuade my girlfriend to do anal even though I know she will shit blood (literally) and be in pain for the rest of the week afterwards. But she's actually the dumb one if you ask me, why does she not go to the doctors about it??? And she could say no, so.......
I confess that my pleasure is more important to me than her wellbeing.
I miss her so much. I shouldn't hurt so bad. I'm a grown man, with a professional job.
She hurt and betrayed me for years, but I can't stop or let go.
I have been drinking for the last 8 days just to make it stop and it won't.
I am so afraid.
I don't want to die but I don't know how else to stop hurting.
I'm ruined.
I am a 54 year old woman, twice divorced and dating a really nice guy. The problem is that I don't like nice guys in the bedroom. I got addicted to having S&M sex with my second husband and a to a lesser degree with my first husband. My current boyfriend is only 42 and really likes me a lot, and he has the biggest cock I've ever had in a long term relationship. I've have several that were that big or even bigger but they were in gangbangs or one night stands.
I cheat on my boyfriend with my ex, and with two other men who will mistreat my boobs. I have DD boobs and really big, thick, long nipples. I love to have them mis-treated, tied up, clamped, weighted, hit and most importantly I like being tied up and helpless and have acupuncture needles stuck in and even through my boobs, and then have a man get on top of me and mash my boobs, mauling them while he fucks me and making the needles cause me to bleed. My ex likes to take 4" long needles and sticks them straight into my nipples and on into each tit as far as they will go. Then puts even more needles through my nipples and into each tit. He even pins my outer labia together using needles, sometimes if he wants anal sex, he pins the inner labia together with a needles every quarter inch or so. My inner labia are stretched and are about 3 to 4 inches long.
My boyfriend knows that we aren't exclusive and has seen some bruising and some blood stains on my boobs, inside my bras etc. but I can't bring myself to tell him of my secret lust for pain, especially hurting my boobs. I've taken his hands and used them while I maul my own tits while he fucks me but he won't initiate on his own.
I don't know what to do, I really like having a man 12 years my younger with a really huge cock to suck and ride, but . . . I get off most when my boobs have heavy pain inflicted on them.
#pain
when have I ever tried to compete with the ugly old cunt queen elizabark? seriously. I don't want your husband because he is too old to fuck. William chose his whore, so he got that whore, and he is married to it. Its really just his problem. not others problem. the same with harry and all the others. I could never imagine wanting to fuck andrew or charles or the other one or anne. I mean, jesus christ someone help us lord. how can anyone compete with queen elizbark? I don't even think the other royal queens around the world compete with her. they are the ones she should be worried about. the queen of spain. the queen of denmark, the queen of buthan, they are the only queens who can compete there are no other queens other then the queer gay male queens. ok. There is no queen of nz, no queen of usa, no queen of caraboo, history claims that was fictious. fuck off your old slut bag queen. like stay in your own lane you stupid old pig. stop being such a selfish old bitch! grow up and grow some balls bitch and stop being the big fat bully girl and tyrant towards your own subjects and peoples. Like seriously. Look at how you and you alone have destroyed the commonwealth for your arabs and asians and indians and africans. Like you did this long before megs and diana came along. fuck off sending your flying monkeys like fergus to rape and abuse, you wicked old witch of the west. why would anyone ever want to be you. your old, your ugly and to most people you are irreverent. you only have money and fame and that will go. death gets most. you are a bad person. a very very bad person and so is charles and william. power does corrupt and that is the end of the matter. how about you stop competing with every other woman for their man! you got nothing in common with any other woman on the planet other then child birth maybe and that is questionable. like I used to respect you but you gone too far now. just stop it.
You ever hear someone singing a song to you on the radio? Well I’m reading a letter from another heart I broke while I listen to that. All that pain I caused. I will never forgive myself.
I have this 'friend' who always tries to meet up with me. He's just trying because I make up excuses everytime he askes me. And he askes me A LOT! To be true, he texts or calls me every friggin day! It annoys me so much, I don't know what to do. And he doesn't stop. Wouldn't you stop asking someone out if he never got time?! I would!
The creepiest thing about it is that he has a girlfriend.
I told him a few days ago that I lost my mobile phone, but surprise surprise... he still texts me and calls me every day! How stupid can he be?!
Now he even starts writing me on facebook... He's such a pain in the ass... And all I do is making up excuses one after another. And that just because I'm afraid to tell him the truth: I don't wanna do something with him!
How do I fix myself? I don’t want to break another heart. I can’t fix the hearts I’ve broken. I can’t fix my heart. Life would be easier if I was like most men & just didn’t care. But it deeply hurts me to know I hurt others. To see someone hurting & know I did that. All my muscles & good looks won’t fix this.
I feel the urge to hurt someone. And I don't mean a punch in the face but really HURT somebody. I don't know where this urge comes from but I often dream about breaking someone's fingers one by one. It doesn't turn me on or anything, it's more like a hunger inside of me, I just want to do this. They shouldn't die but they really should feel the pain, I want to hear them scream.
I would hurt every person but preferable female.
Yes, I have an addiction. I am addicted of feeling sorry for myself and always putting others first than myself. I know that I am not selfish but I think I need to put myself first. There are times that I am too kind to other people and they take it for granted. They spread gossips about me even if I am very kind to them. I even invited them in my house, not because to show them that we have money or gadgets. I invited them because I want them to know that I am comfortable being around them, and I want to know more things about them.
I once stabbed my friends hand with a pencil because she kept tapping my shoulder they were know for lying about people doing physical pain to them so when she told the teacher They didn’t believe her
I was attacked yesterday for looking at the actor patrice in lady hear me tonight video and yeh I said I liked him 10 years ago and 20 years ago and no one bullied me then? its not nice people doing this shit on me. I should be allowed to like what I want.
I am sick of being bullied over this stuff.
is it just due to my ignorance?
I’m 24 years old. A week ago I got prescribed temazepam (a benzodiazepine) because I often have trouble sleeping at night. Two days ago I went to the pharmacy and picked up my prescription. That night I took all of the pills in the container (30 pills). I did it to escape reality, but in retrospect, I did it in the hope that I wouldn’t wake up after I went to sleep. I often consciously idealize suicide but never expected myself to (sub)consciously engage in an attempt to realize that idealization.
The day after I stumbled around, still numb and dozing off due to the anxiolytic effects of the drug, and my dad came to me in my room, whilst I was crying my heart out, releasing all the emotions that I carry with me silently, never allowing myself to show that very dark, sinister side of me.
I tried to end it all taking the easy route. The strength to carry on the fight left me that night. And so I, in some kind of desperate hope to end my nonsensical existence, I tried to overdose. I’m not a woman, but the lyrics describe my current state of being… “I don’t know what she’s doing now… last I heard from her she said… she felt as if she should be dead… I guess in fact, she usually does.”
Please, if you are hesitating to leave a comment, don't hold back. I want acknowledgment, whether you condemn me, feel empathy, consider me as stupid or encourage me to try again. I reach out in anguish, anonymously.
i have fictional stories i make with my partner, and they have stories with their friends as well. they only talk about or find any comfort in this one particular friend’s story and characters and it stresses me out, plus as of the past few months they’re extremely reluctant to talk about our stories and tend to get distracted, leave me on delivered, or otherwise show a lack of interest until the subject changes. it’s really hurtful and i don’t know what to do about it, and i’m especially worried not only because i’ve been cheated on before but because said friend is their ex. i trust them, but it’s really painful to think that they’re more comfortable and happy with their friend than me, their partner.
#relationships #hurtful #hurt #pain #cheating
I'm a 15 year old biological female. At my current age, teens tend to get very hormonal and have the lust to just fuck everything in sight once we're riled up enough. Because of this, I tend to masturbate 3-4 times a day: 1 in the morning, 1 or 2 times in the after noon, and 1 at night to help me fall asleep. Yesterday, it was the early afternoon and I started to get horny, so I left to my room and locked it. My masturbation apparatuses aren't exactly professional, but large plastic perfume bottles have been able to get the job done. So, I do my thing: I strip myself off of my underwear and shorts, my panties soaking wet and my vagina trembling for an insertion while I lovingly look at the bottle. I then carefully insert the 6 inched bottle inside, biting hard on my tongue to prevent myself from moaning too loud and getting caught. Once all 6 inches were inside, I grip tight onto something and anything so I won't fall while bouncing on the bottle. Yesterday, however, was slightly different.
I was being extra needy, wanting more than the casual bounce to let me get through the day. So, being a bit more daring, I started slamming the bottle as deep as I could inside of me. I had to bite down on a pillow to quiet my moans! It was great! As I was nearing my climax, I made one wrong move, the bottle positioning to my tailbone and slamming down on it. The pain ran up my spine and through my body, so I had to take the bottle out and wait it out for a couple hours... It's been 13 hours, it hurts to sit down and I'm hornier than ever.. I fucking hate my life right now
Would love to control my desires and sinful desires so I can focus on work and newly married life. I'm working on it through sinful meditations. These thoughts are sins. Forgive me lord
#shame #trauma #ptsd #childhood #problems #war #fighting #veteran #fetish #pain #sadism #masochism #bondage #spirit #grand #domination #switch #game #discord #chess #cashapp #cash #love #royalty #friendship #army #values #manners #ideals #fwb #negative #aweful #suck #happy #yes
I do pain pills everyday.
Been doing it for years
never been to jail
never had it destroy my life
never lost a job over it
or a boyfriend
or a friend
I don't want to quit I don't want to get better>
I just wanna have a damn good time :)
I don't think there's anything wrong with that
I’d appreciate if you would please comment and help a female I’m not sure what exactly to do in this situation..
I’m close very friends with someone who’s name is Connie, and I came to find out that she is talking to my ex boyfriend from HS who cheated on me with one of his friends while I stayed after school for art club activities. I’ve explained the betrayal he did towards me to Connie, who’s also friends with him and agreed what he did to me was wrong. My ex is now getting to know someone else although, Connie had the audacity to tell me that she stayed up late on the phone with him asking 21 questions, answering one of the questions and said. “I’ve never cheated on anyone..” By the end of their conversation he came to have a liking towards Connie and questioned if he should continue talking to the female he’s getting to know at the moment, which made Connie a second option and made her upset. Clearly he hasn’t changed or could make up his mind, so today I once again had to explain Connie that this is all wrong and I don’t appreciate her talking to him if he’s like that or should talk about him when I’m around. Before I could say anything else she told me to not get CRAZY with her and that they’re just friends. My gut and pain is tell me otherwise because this wasn’t the first time she tried getting friendly my ex’s and including their friends too..
#betral #broken #cheater #toxic #anger #dissappointment #friendship #pain
What’s the point?
What’s the point in bearing with all of the troubles that we have during our lives?
With all of the wars and battles that kill thousands of peoples’ lives, but when it comes down to the choice to end it all or not, they ask you to stay alive because your “important.”
What’s the point in dealing with all of the criticism that we receive because all of the other people don’t believe in our beliefs?
And we all know that the end of the world is truly near, but we’re too scared to admit that everything will be destroyed.
And whether that day will come in a lifetime or not, death is inevitable and no one will remember your hard work.
All of the nights you stayed awake to finish that project for school and the many hours that you spent working just so that you could have a roof over your head.
And for what?
We all know that you’re too scared to admit that living another day of our lives is a lot more painful than dying.
So why do we do it?
Why do we put ourselves through so much pain and suffering just because we need to live another day, waiting for absolutely nothing?
Why do we fill our lives with lies by saying that we are going to save the planet, but our mere existence is destroying it?
Why is it so important for one out of the billions of people on Earth to stay alive?
Because of greed?
Just to gain that satisfaction of saying that you saved someone’s life when you’re actually putting them through more pain than you can imagine?
What’s the point?
I’m fixing to face a giant moment. I tried to undo the pain I caused those I loved the most. I don’t know how to try to undo someone else I hurt, because she posed as someone I used to know. I realize now she just loved that person the same way I did.
But I wasn’t all bad in my life. I did a lot of good in this world. There are people alive because of me. Sadly I also hurt people.
I’m not giving up. I’m just accepting my situation. I intend to come out the other side. But I’m wise enough to know that may not be possible. Especially during this pandemic.
I truly wish I had not hurt those who loved me the most.
I got drunk and lost my virginity to my friends dad. I was too drunk to remember exactly what happened but I was asleep and woke up to him thrusting inside me. Then I blacked out again. The next morning I woke up and found he didn't use a condom. Its basically rape and I fear I might have an std.
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