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I’ve fought a terrible disease for many years. Most with it don’t last long. Someone has openly mocked me since I finally couldn’t work anymore. Then he saw someone else with it that was female. He realized what I’ve been dealing with all these many years. That person of course isn’t going to make it. Most don’t. He was like why can’t they save her. Because not enough people care.
I think he now realizes his day will come. We are all dying from the moment we are born. I go to Heaven when I die. But I do get mad at God at times. Not for me. For others. I want a fair and just world. It doesn’t exist. Hopefully this shit show will make more sense once I get to Heaven. It sure as heck doesn’t right now.
But I’m like Rocky. I keep getting up and swinging. I told them to bury me face down so the world can kiss my ass on the way out. With every day there is hope of a rainbow. Usually I get a shit shower instead.
The first time I was just teasing and having fun when I rubbed my ass against his huge package. I wanted to watch it grow and give him pain. And it did, but I meant no harm. But I do like rubbing his bulge. Now he touches and grabs me here and there when no one is watching. I like it but limit him. He wants to sleep with me and doesn't like my telling him to wait a couple of years. Sometimes I feel my defenses go down as my urges go up. And I do have will power or I wouldn't be a virgin for all these years. I don't dare tell him I think of him when I masturbate. My parents would disown us both if I gave in and ended up pregnant. I put myself in a predicament.
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There is so much on my mind right now I don't know where or how to start.
I am exhausted I am tired I am lonely I am stressed I am crowded.
I don't want to be with people, but I do not want to be alone either.
University is killing me right now one test after another and another. Work is horrible, I am being bullied and threatened.
I just want it all to stop.
I just want to sleep.
My life is so monotonous, that I don't have anything to confess... please don't tell anybody
I want my best guy friend, who has a girlfriend, to fuck me hard and lick my pussy till I squirt.
So, freshman year in high school I had my first boyfriend (I am female). We had dated before during the summer but it hadn't worked out. I never stopped having feelings for him, and I got some friends to talk him into asking me out. We were at one of my friends birthday parties, and she told him that he should date me. He laid on my chest while we played "never have I ever" and he was heavier than me, so I wasn't super comfortable but I loved being with him so I didn't say anything. After that we played truth or dare, and some friends dared us to play "seven minutes in heaven. We got to the closet and there was memory foam in it so it was very comfortable. That night we stayed in that closet for nearly two hours, simply laying with each other. He asked me out and I said yes. Shortly after he did, he kissed me and used tongue. We laid together for a bit longer and he started groping me. It felt nice, and he told me I have very nice boobs (32 D). After that we tried to fall asleep together, and he used my tit as a pillow. But the friends came in at about 2 or 3 am and told us we had to sleep in separate rooms. People thought we were fucking. A few days later there was a soccer game, it was raining and our friends encouraged us to go behind the school and make out. So we did, after talking for a while he kissed me. He groped my ass and tits. We both do cross country, so the following week on the bus home from a cross country meet (it was pretty late, and winter so it was dark) he put his hand on my leg and kept sliding it up until he was touching my vagina through my jeans. He also had his arm around me and was trying to grope me. I whispered to him that it probably wouldn't work because I was wearing jeans, and he stopped. I leaned on him and we stayed like that, his arm around me and my hand on his leg. I decided that I wanted to him to keep going, and his hand was on top of mine (the one on his leg) so I took that hand and put it near my breast. He didn't seem to get it so I put it right on it so that he would touch it. He groped it and used his hand to draw circles around my nipple. Then we started to approach our school so he stopped, and we got off the bus and parted ways. Flash forward to Thursday of that week. We had a cross country practice and after practice, I changed and we went in the back of the school, behind a shed. We started kissing, and he was groping my ass and tits. After a moment he started rubbing his hand on my pussy, through my pants. Then he slipped his hand down my pants, and started rubbing on it through my panties, but they had slipped to the side. He then moved them fully and rubbed around. Then he put his hand farther down, and slipped his finger into my vagina. His hands are bigger than mine so it hurt a bit when he first put it in, but then after I got used to it I started moving my hips against his movements. He didn't know what he was doing, so he kept taking his finger out and trying to rub my clit (which he didn't find). Then he would put it back in and just sort of jam it in and out. It wasn't too bad, probably because it was a brand new thing for me. While this was happening he tried to get his hand under my bra, and ended up just moving it to the side so he could feel my breasts without it in the way. He was gentle at first but then started getting a little rough. He stopped fingering me and lifted up my shirt, and then started kissing(maybe licking??) my chest, and massaging my breasts. He tried to unclip my bra, and I decided to do it for him. Then, he noticed the time and said he had to go. He hugged me once more, and left.
Later that night I told two of my closets friends, and I decided to talk to him because I did not like how quickly the relationship was moving. So, we started talking and I told him that. He said that he wasn't planning on doing that it had ended up doing it anyways. He started talking about how hard the relationship was and how he had gotten more stressed when it had started. Then I told him something about how much I had wanted our relationship to work, and he said that he wasn't as into it as me. I was crying at this point. He asked me what he did wrong while he was fingering me and I explained to him a bit of how he should've kept a steady rhythm and how he should've actually found my clit, and maybe went for my G spot. After that he told me that he wasn't happy with our relationship and that we werent similar, and that I was too quiet (I was quiet bc i was nervous around him) and stuff like that. He said that he was pushed into the relationship. He said that he felt that he should've never gotten into the relationship, and that hurt me a lot because I really, really liked him and wanted to spend more time with him, but not move so quickly. He had said that he had asked me out on impulse, and was only thinking of the physical things (basically wanted to use me). And that our relationship was stupid. Then I asked him what he was going to do (was he gonna break up with me or wait and see if it worked out.) He said " I don't think I can do this anymore". I was crying so hard at this point because I had wanted this relationship for so long, and it turned out that he didn't even care about me. Then he said "in any case, bye, see you tomorrow. This will work itself out." I later learned from a mutual friend that he had broken up with me. I certainly did not think that he did, because his texts were very misleading. I felt so hurt from that and hated him. But I couldn't really hate him because I still liked him. Every time I saw him it hurt me. Then when I asked him if he had actually broken up with me (because he was super unclear and I wanted to check with him) he said yes, and left me by saying "k". He was extremely rude, and took so much from me. If I had dated him longer and not boughten up the fact that we were moving too quickly, I probably would've lost my virginity to him.
I know this isn't exactly a blowjob story, but I am still pissed about that and wanted to tell someone.
I get depressed when I hear how well friends/family are doing but when they tell me something bad or when something went wrong I feel better about myself..... also I fucking hate people in my home town i have fantasys about a post apocalyptic world where I'm the new leader of my town and I execute and torture the people who I don't like..
I am lazy. It's not somthing I can control I just am.
I don't have a bunch of energy like every one else seem's to have. I sit and play on my laptop every day and somtimes I will watch TV while I'm on my laptop. I do get up and clean I just don't do it right a way.
M 25 yr old virgin finally got the courage to go see an escort was scared out of my mind that it was gonna be a cop couldnt get hard no matter how much i tried ended up chilling smoking sum...
I'm not active on social media often since most of my time is consumed by my studies, but I decided to find interesting new people to talk with. I eventually stumbled upon a very cool-looking Instagram account with a seemingly similar taste in interests, so I followed him and within a day or so he returned the follow. I didn't pay much mind to it but then I posted and he started commenting really sweet almost poetic things under the posts, so I got flustered and hoped he would message me first since I'm very bad at starting conversations but he didn't :( I ended up checking out his profile again and realized he seemed very much older than me, I've always found older men attractive so I didn't mind it especially since I just turned 18 so I can finally act on it. I really want to talk to him but he is just extremely intimidating so every time I go to PM him I get nervous and pussy out :( So I hope he messages first or I grow a pair and do it.
I spend hours everyday trying to talk young people out of suicide. I seem to be very good at it.
But I feel suicidal myself. I have a disease that’s tearing my body apart. I have no one who loves me.
I’ll keep fighting for now. But this disease is beating me down.
I hate my mom. She gave me away. I endured hell. I helped buy her a home. Did so much for her. Yet she is still horrible to me. I’m tired of loving people who hate me. She says she wishes she’d aborted me. Well so do I.
I went out and sat on the park bench to think. It was early in the morning and this jogger ran by and I watched him. I got up and decided to get a cup of coffee so I went to this small breakfast place and ordered breakfast. I went home and felt bad for eating so much, got into the shower and spent some time washing my penis. It felt good. I thought about the jogger. I dried off and decided to masturbate. I got the lube out, my butt plug, inserted it in. Got the camera out, set it up, got the mirror set up and jerked off. It felt good. I looked out the window and saw these kids at the bus stop. I wondered if any of them were masturbating yet. I'd be glad to teach them.
I got dressed, as much as needed, set up for work. The day went by slowly, issues came up and I handled them. At noon I had some soup, no sense in eating too much. After work I decided to go out and see if I could be picked up. I went to the usual place where men come looking for men like me. I got in the car with a man and he said he wanted it hard, ok with me. We went to this motel where he had a room rented. He was rough, men like him are always rough. He dropped me off back where he picked me up, I walked home and masturbated again and now I need to get some sleep.
I had sex with a lot of beautiful women because I was trying to regain control of my body. Turns out I’ll just keep hating myself till i eventually croak. Oh don’t worry. I’m going to ride this shit show God created till He reaches down and drags me out of here.
I smoke pot sometimes but I'm 15 years old and I don't want anyone to find out. I know it's natural and it really helps me with stress and i feel relaxed,but if my parents found out they're going to send me to rehab
I'm very disappointed at my father to say the least.. I wish he would get arrested coz i know prison is the only place that can save him from himself.
#disappointed #angry #tired #prison
After many years of marriage I finally shamed by wife into agreeing to get a guy that neither of us knows, in a city we weren't known it at all, and bring him into the bedroom. I hired an escort, he had a really big cock, and came with a recent medical test showing he was negative for diseases. She was naked in bed, with only one small light on, I went in the bathroom with the guy, gave him the money, and he and I stripped and as told to him in private, I had him do it the way my wife wanted. No kissing, she sucked him hard, I was rubbing her clit and licking her pussy and got her wet, the guy fucked her for about 30 minutes. I was sucking her tits, the guy took some turns sucking on them too. She didn't cum but he shot in her pussy. He pulled right out and I got on top of her and took sloppy seconds for the first time in my life. I loved it, I was fucking her like never before with his cum providing so much lube she felt like she was so loose and I loved it. She came twice while I fucked her used pussy and I added my load.
Once again, he was hard and he added a third load to her used up pussy, and then he dressed and left, just as we'd arranged. I opened the drapes, turned on a bigger light so anyone in the building across the street could see her and I naked. I then licked her pussy and she came three more times, I swallowed so much cum I didn't believe I would actually do it, but I didn't mind. She actually told me later she really got off on my licking her cum filled pussy. I cleaned her with my mouth, and kissed here with my sloppy sperm covered mouth, then fucked her again.
After that she got on top of me and sat her pussy right over my face and I got the rest of the 4 loads of sperm that were deposited in her hairy, loose, cum bank. I cleaned her out totally, and we both went to sleep. In the morning my breath was totally "sperm breath" and her pussy smelled like much used sex, the room was smelling of a woman who'd been fucked a lot. I fucked her again, and she once again got on top of my mouth for me to clean her.
We called the same guy back twice that week. Even now, back at our house, we fuck more than we ever have and each time she makes me clean her pussy with my mouth. We found something we both really love, and turns us on. I just wish she'd relax and enjoy it with the other men. I asked her about it but she said it makes her feel like she's not cheating because she's doing it for me, not to enjoy it. She loved the really huge cock, and almost came but had to force herself not to.
But she comes like crazy when I even talk about watching a big cock fucking her.
I flirt with people when I'm bored and that's a risky thing we do because nobody wants to catch feels.
I have to wear diapers for years now for urinary incontinence problems. However; my wife doesn't know if like cumming in them. Should I be punished?
Am I here? From basically birth I’ve been aware of things. Advanced thoughts. I remember being in Heaven then coming here. I came here to help certain special souls.
I’ve almost died. Went to Heaven. Came back. Last time I saw an angel who led me back to help a specific person.
I’d think I’m crazy except other people saw these things.
So strange. I can never tell anyone this. They’d think me nuts.
People who seem in tune with things just walk up. Think my eyes glow. Some ask if I’m an angel. Some ask if I’m an alien.
My wife thought I died. Docs said I would die. She said I glowed. I went to Heaven and returned. I just woke up fine. Surprised docs.
But I nearly died. I’m barely here now. Just holding on for people who don’t realize they still need me.
I’d like to think I’m delusional but other people have seen me die. Seen odd things happen around me. Seen people react oddly to me.
So weird. I wish I was normal. But I’ve saved lives so that’s good.
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