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The principle of the school had a beautiful daughter studying in the same standard as i was in . .it took me 6 monthss to flirt with her and from her i got that blue print out. and i got national prise for that technology and now that is patent on my name.
so now should i continue my relation with that girl or leave?
I didn't do my homework essay, because I watched all season of The O.C. this weekend.
I told my teacher my mom has cancer so she would let me eat and sleep in class. My teacher said I should do what I thought was best for me.
My mother is perfectly fine, I just played Xbox the whole night and hadn't got time to sleep or eat.
#lie #mother #cancer #teacher #school #lazy #xbox #sleep #eat #confession
I want to confess that I once thought about going on a killing spree.
Please don't get me wrong, I know how terrible this is but I just couldn't handle it anymore. Back in middle school all other kids hated me, bullied me and pranked me. After a girl pretend to like me but just did so because she had lost a bet, I was furious. I actually had planned the attack but was too afraid to do it.
I am now a grown up man in my mid 30 and I am very glad I haven't ruined my life like that.
I'm 18 now, this is a story from when I was 15. I was a freshman in high school and had made the cheer team. A couple older cheerleaders, a junior and a senior at the time, had told me and two other freshman that there was a certain initiation for new cheerleaders. I should have questioned it, but I was a dumb blonde freshman and the senior was captain, so I took their word for it. They never said what the initiation was, just that we had to meet them in the cheer locker room after practice one day. All three of us showed (we were the only freshman cheerleaders), and the junior and senior were there as well. They told us that we didn't have to do the initiation to be part of the squad, but we would never be invited to team lunches and other outside activities if we didn't do it. We three agreed.
They began to explain to us what we had to do. We were to strip naked, run to the pool (which was down the hall from our locker room) and make ourselves squirt in the pool, then run back and get dressed. They said it was a test of bravery, a valuable skill for cheerleaders, but none of us fresman bought into it at first. But our captain and junior captain reminded us how we'd be ostisiced if we didn't. I went into crisis mode, because I really wanted to be in the inner ring with the cool older cheerleaders, but oh so many things could go wrong. The public nudity, the intentional contaminating of the school's pool (which was grounds for a fine and suspension), and the big thing was I was not comfortable with was masturbating in front of others. Up to this time, I had only masturbated a few times, and I only ever did when I was home alone, which wasn't often. I didn't even know what a "squirt" was at the time, and I was too embarrassed to ask the older girls, so I asked my fellow freshmen, who explained the concept. I had no idea what to do, but I didn't have time to make a thoroughly thought out because the older girls told us we had thirty minutes to strip, run, squirt, and come back. I decided I'd do it, because while I was terrified, I also kinda wanted to do it.
I had stripped naked in the locker room before, so that part wasn't a big deal. Once all three of us were stark naked, the senior went to the pool while the junior stayed. She had her phone out to use as a timer. She asked us if we were ready. None of us said yes, or no. We just sort of stood there. It was freezing in that locker room to the point where my nipples were hard and pointy (I remember that so because I was really embarrassed about it for some reason), but I felt a sweat breaking on my forehead. The junior shrugged and tapped her phone and said "go". We slowly went to the door and peeked out, making sure none of our skin touched someone else's. The hallway was empty; it was almost six pm. There would be no one in the pool room besides our captain and junior captain, though there were windows looking out at a seldom used parking lot.
Once I decided to go for it, I stepped out into the hall. I checked, and there were no security cameras around, probably because they weren't allowed by locker rooms. I ran down the hallway. It felt really awkward to run while naked. My feet slapped on the stone floor, my semi-mature breasts bouncing with my strides. I reached the pool and entered. The other two freshman had yet to follow.
In the pool room, the junior captain said it would be best to straddle a corner of the pool to insure my squirt would not miss the pool. I was not even close to having the courage to even put my hand near my girlhood at the moment, though. I just sort of stood there staring out the window to see if someone would walk/drive by and see. Soon the other two girls arrived.
Our junior captain told us that we needed to hurry. She even ave us advice on how to squirt, which was really weird, though kind of her, I guess. She didn't take off any clothes, she just kneeled down with her back to the pool. She told us to try leaning back and putting our butts over the water. One of the other girls was the only one to move. She copied what our junior captain had done. She was obviously embarrassed but probably wanted to get this over with. The rest of us watched while acting like we weren't watching as the girl started to finger her pussy.
I'll be honest, watching her stroke her love spot and slowly become arroused turned me on. I actually felt myself getting wet. I approached the edge of the pool and sat down facing towards the water. The cold wet floor on my bottom actually made me even more horny. I spread my legs as far as I could (which is pretty far; I'm a cheerleader) and I began to slowly rub my pussy. I made sure to look around and yell at the others not to watch before continuing. The third freshman finally joined a few moments later.
My breaking point slowly neared as a few minutes went by. I wasn't really occupied with the fact that I was sexually pleasuring myself with three other girls around in a public place that was no less my school. I was more concerned with having the best orgasm possible, because I had to squirt, and I was just so damn horny at the moment.
I wasn't the first to cum. It was the girl who had started first, and we all could tell she was nearing her tipping point because she began to moan loudly, which made me all the more horny. I looked over and watched as her backside pulsed back and forth, her yells of ecstasy echoing off the walls. She screamed like a horror movie actress, and I heard the drip-drop of her cum as it burst from her lilly pad and into the water. It came in the three bursts (yes, I counted) until she fell to her side and started to breathe heavily.
Not long after this, the other girl came to a climax. She had gone to the other side of the pool, so I had a perfect view as she rubbed at her pussy with one hand while groping her almost nonexistent titty with the other. As she neared her peak, she screamed "F**K" about three dozen times. She squirted like a water gun, her juices flying into the pool.
This left me, and I was almost over the edge. I had put three fingers inside myself, though i'd only ever fit two before. I went faster and faster, knowing I had to make my body push out some of my natural lubricant, or else I'd fail the initiation. I was moments away from my orgasm. I made some rather embarrassing noises in the process, but nonetheless, as I climaxed, ever so slightly, some of my love juice squirted out into the pool. I had done it.
We all went back to the locker room, got dressed, and went home. Believe it or not, me and those other two girls still talk and joke about that day. To be honest, I can't say I regret it. I have a thing for cumming in public now. I've squirted in the water fountain in front of the school….twice
#masturbation #group #girls #squirt #public #school #cheerleader
When I was 14, I was a huge skut, and I had this friend named, let's call him c, so c and I used to play around like flirting and all that until one day I confessed my kinks to him, and he confessed his to me. The next day at lunch he told me to follow him to the back of the school, and me being a horny shot I did, so we went to the back and he kissed me and I moaned out his name and "daddy". He got really turned on and put his hand to my throat, telling me that I was being too loud and squeezed, basically he was choking me, I let out a moan and we went into a porta potty that was near the back, we didnt care If we were late or anything anymore, we just wanted to fuck, so he pushed me inside and he went back to choking me and giving me hickies and I finally pulled down his pants and boxers and ohgod, for a 14 year old he had a pretty huge dick, 8 inches at least and so fucking thick, he called me a whore and told me to get on my knees so I did, and he fucked my mouth. After that I took off my pants (we still had our shirts on) and since I was used to getting fucked, I was already in birth control, and I told him so and he went in slowly, it took us about 10 minutes before the head was in but once all of him was in he was already cumming and so was I, he felt so good and we knew lunch was already over by now but we didn't care, he eventually went balls deep and started calling me a whore and telling me how much of a slut I was all while choking me and I was just felt there moaning for him, then he came in me and it was my 2nd time cumming, then he pulled out, have me one last big hickie and a kiss, and told me if I wanted to go back to his house, he lived really close to the school so I said yes and we went back to his house and cuddles and fucked some more.
I'd like to beat the crap out of my fellow students, they're just so f****** dumb!!
I feel like I am in a nursery school when I am around them. I hate them so much, these stupid, barbaric and ugly people!
You are stupid and lazy! You'll land on the street some day!
My little brother will start school in fall. I am angry with all my relatives and family and friends right now because everyone is telling him that he has to enjoy going to kindergarten because the fun will be over once he starts going to school.
What the fuck??? He is 5 years old! Come one guys!
#school #brother #angry #anger #relatives #family #kindergarten #fun
At high school, I take pictures and videos of my female classmates without their knowledge. I get bras, stomachs, feet, tits, asses, upskirts, almost everything there is. I've never been caught, it's been 2 years. I have taken money from people just for getting them pictures and videos. It's actually pretty fulfilling. I bought a camera that's small enough to hide in the girls locker room, that transmits to my laptop. Girls changing, naked tits, ass, pussy, and I've even got some sex. I have probably 85% of the female students undressed to some extent. Next is to learn how to break into combination locks, & find where some live.
There’s this guy I hav a crush on, but I feel like he only talks to me because I’m smart. He obvi doesn’t like me but I rlly like him; and lately I feel like he is just using my crush to help himself
I sat at the back of the auditorium at my school during a play and fucked myself. I dont know what came over me but i couldnt stop and almost got caught, i wasnt masturbating to my classmates i was just really horny.
#school #play #exibitionism #caught #guilt
I seriously want to commit suicide. I'm just done with life. The friends that I thought would never switch up on me, did. My dad, who is like my best friend isn't talking to me. Rumors about me at school are going around that it's making me not want to go school no more. I just can't, I been wishing for death since a little kid for being bullied over my skin color. I have a boyfriend, he knows about my suicidal past, but not the reason why. He always tells me things about my skin color and asked me if bothered me. I said no because I didn't want to seem so fragile. But it in reality it hits me so hard. I hate that the first thing that goes through a mind of a person when they meet me is my skin color. I absolutely hate it. I just don't think I can't do this anymore. If I didn't have a boyfriend, I would honestly already do it.. but I don't want to break his heart bc I know how much it would hurt him.
I’m 14 years old, and my mood has been getting really bad except I haven’t tried to tell anyone, and I’ve started skipping classes and vaping. I’ve been arguing with my mom now, and I am easily irritable.
Today my pants fell down at school in my class, with 32 students and one teacher in the class. No one saw me and I quickly pulled my pants up. I was so embarrassed! Then I saw two boys laughing at me. Now thanks to them, the whole class knows what happened and everybody was laughing and talking about me today. Including my crush.
There is a Hispanic girl in a purple shirt with black stripes and black hair in a ponytail and she is being extremely rude and prejudice towards a few students at a college. This obnoxious woman has no manners. Fuck that fat asshole
Back in middle school there were those two guys who we always bullied.
We locked them in the rest room, took their clothes and made them cry.
It was hilarious back then. But today, I have a really guilty conscience.
Sorry, guys!
Yesterday, I skipped class to meet with my new boyfriend. I went to my car which was standing on the parking lot, beneath some very old and dirty blue car. When I pulled out, I accidentally hit the side of the other car.
There were some heavy scratches on one side.
It turned out that it's the car of the principal.
Ooops! Before anyone could see me, I took off...
When I was a teenager way back in the early eighties, I was taunted by some of the other boys at school for being overweight. I was a little, but in my mind at the time I was convinced it was a lot. It got to me so much that a few days before the start of the new school year I went into town with some money I'd been saving and (I can still barely believe it even after all these years) I went into a department store, went into the lingerie department and, with a bright red face, bought myself a panty girdle. Even though I dreaded the thought of wearing it, I thought a girdle would reduce my belly, tighten up my backside and get the bullies off my back. As I was excused gym class on medical grounds, there would be no problem there. And surely I'd get used to it? The assistant was initially astonished and thought I was joking at first, but when she realised I was serious, I guess she figured my money was as good as anyone else's.
So, on that first day, I headed off to school as if everything was normal, went into some derelict buildings along the way, took off my trousers, quickly tugged on my long-leg Playtex "I Can't Believe It's A Girdle!", got dressed again, and headed off to school, wide-eyed and stiff legged. My "weight loss" since the start of the summer break was noticed, but I was still bullied. And now I had to get used to wearing a tight girdle every day to maintain the weight loss illusion - I could hardly get paunchy again overnight!
Have you ever had that terrified sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when you realise you've really screwed up? That's how I felt when it dawned on me what I'd done and that there was no going back. The whole idea was dumb from the start, had failed totally in its objective, my initial overconfident attitude about getting used to it had died the moment I'd put it on and realised as it compressed my belly, backside and thighs exactly what it was I was going to have to get used to...and now I had no way out! I felt sick as I realised I was going to have to wear a girdle - a Playtex panty girdle! - every day from now on. For no good reason. And it was all my own damn fault.
By the end of that first day of being firmly held in, I could definitely believe it was a girdle! I'd fidget around in my seat trying to get comfortable - sit forward, sit back, legs apart, legs together - but I could get no relief. It was a girdle, and it did what a girdle was supposed to do. I'd catch myself gasping as I stood up or sat down, and walking up or down stairs was...an experience. By lunchtime I felt like I just wanted to scream, but I had a long afternoon in front of me before I could take it off.
After school, I hurried back to the derelict buildings (as quickly as I could manage!) to get out of my tight new panty girdle. I was almost crying with frustration as I fumbled frantically with my belt buckle in the rush to get my trousers off and get the bloody thing off me. The relief I felt as I peeled it off was incredible. But I just had to get used to it being part of my uniform from that day on. I'm not ashamed to say that, as I tugged it on the next morning, I was actually crying. I did eventually come to terms with the situation and get used to it, but it did take a very long time.
I guess that was about the only notable thing I achieved at school, though being the only boy to have his underwear made by Playtex is something I was quite happy to keep secret!
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