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This is how I once solved a basic biological challenge. The solution wasn't ideal, but (almost) the best available, I believe.
I was driving on a summer vacation trip and felt a mild twinge or two in my stomach. After a few minutes, I pulled into a supermarket parking lot where I had shopped on previous trips. Right after getting out of my car and locking the doors, I realized that I was in big trouble, and remembered a toilet in the back of the store. After just a few steps, I needed to clench my anus very tightly to avoid the unthinkable.
Finally, I was in the store and heading for the back, but I didn't know whether the toilet was at the right or left end; and maybe it was out of service, or maybe the only toilet stall was occupied. The pain was almost unbearable, and I knew I didn't have time to investigate the toilet situation and then return to my car if necessary; so I decided to immediately return to my car.
Somehow I made it back to my car without losing control, and with a new plan that required using things that were already in the car. I quickly installed the windshield sunshade for privacy, and gathered up a large plastic kitchen bowl and a small white-colored plastic bag with handles. Then I undressed, placed the bowl in the driver's seat, and squatted with my bottom inside the bowl and my knees up by my shoulders–still tightly clenching my anus.
Finally, holding the plastic bag open underneath my bottom, and hoping it was positioned correctly, I relaxed and achieved wonderful relief as the waste quickly rushed into the bag.
Thorough wiping wasn't too difficult and I put the used tissues in the waste bag and tied the opening. Then I put the waste bag into another small plastic bag and also tied it closed. Finally, I placed the tied-up bags in a third larger plastic bag, tied it up, got dressed again, and carried the bags across the parking lot to a small trash basket mounted on a roof column in front of an ice cream shoppe.
Then I returned to my car and rested for awhile–reflecting on my accomplishments in the face of desperate pain–and finally returned to the store to do my food shopping–now relaxed, refreshed, and re-energized.
Now, a few final considerations: (1) The parking lot had a security guard, so I needed to be especially discreet. (2) The waste disposal location wasn't good, but I was afraid of attracting unwanted attention if I walked out of my way to use a more distant trash basket. (3) I did try to remove excess air from each bag before tying the open end. (4) Later, I did realize that I should have waited and found a better disposal location.
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
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.
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 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
I'm chronically ill and the nausea from it is unbearable. It's so much worse than anything else. I can't concentrate on anything with it, I can't do anything properly, and no one understands it. I would rather be dead than feel this way for the rest of my life
#pain #despair #desperate #confession #ill
I think I'm still in love with my ex. I think about her all the time STILL. We haven't been together for 3 years now, but I still know she is "the one" for me. It's torture, we don't talk or interact at all, she could be dead for all I know (she's not, but still), but I want to be with her so fucking bad.
I've never felt this way with anyone else before. It's crazy. I hate it.
#relationships #love #pain #regret
I really am fascinated by blood, is that weird? Sometimes I bite the base of my tongue and press until I taste blood. I’m not saying I love the taste of blood, because I don’t. This is just a repetitive habit, and other times I have liked the feeling when I pierce my thumb with the edge of a steak knife and the blood just drips and drips. Am I too dark? Is this too bad?
Then last week I made a mild slit on my nigh wrist since the knife was incredibly blunt, and I actually really like the way those scars look. And it didn’t hurt at all. I don’t know what I am.
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 have a really serious problem with my dick. He's too big and when I have sex with a girl I only know that they don't like it because it's too painful.
I really dont know what to do...
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 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.
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.
So my girlfriend and I had a long fight last night... I would go into details but I don't have the energy to type... Right now though... She's been talking too much about hurting herself... She's had a history and I've made he promise not to do that so she hasn't yet... But she keeps talking about it... I wanna hurt myself and show her how much it'll hurt me of she hurts herself... But if I do that I'll be hurting her myself... What do I do
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!
My brother was about to shoot himself and I called the police on him to intervene. He doesn’t talk to me anymore, his guns was removed and he got issued a few fines. Lost his job. He hates me with everything he has and secretly I love it. I love that he hates me, that he feels this great emotion towards me because it means his still alive. All I want is for him to keep fighting and if his hatred for me keeps him alive then I hope he hates me forever. If I had a chance I wouldn’t change a thing. The pain of you hating me wouldn’t hold a candle to the pain of never being able to see you grow old. I love you my brother
#suicide #brother #confession #depression #scared #pain
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’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'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
I was listening to a woman on the radio sing about how I broke her heart. While thinking about how I broke another woman’s heart. All the pain I caused others. I’m sorry. Why do good people love me? I’m not worth it.
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