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My dog is dying and I think I am going to end his suffering. He is an old but very good boy and his body is full with cancer. I just can not see him like this. He does not eat much. He does not drink much. I informed myself about the most humane way to put him to sleep. I bought special kind of sleeping pills. And I am going to put that into his water or his food (I am not sure about this one yet) tonight.
I am devastated but I think it is for the best.
Sometimes I have the urge to suddenly beat the shit out of same random person. The pleasure of them begging me to stop and crying while looking at me in the eye slowly dying as I'm laughing. Please, please stop, your hurting me. I can only imagine. But, I like my freedom. I'll let the next guy do it for me.
(Continuation of another secret)
My ex boyfriend was abusive to me and I got the chance to go to a party and kissed 3 different people. (This was about one week before I left him. ) All I felt was guilt. I was hoping I would fall in love and they would take me away from him and everything he has done to me but we live in the real world,not a fairytale. I felt so guilty as soon as I got him I told him what happened and he called me names and tried to punish me and told me I had to act certain ways and do certain things. In other words, he was trying to control me more than he already did. I moved out when he was at work and I haven’t seen him face to face since. He got on social media and said I was a lying,cheating whore. He cheated on me for one whole year while he was on meth. He is still on meth from what I hear because he has lost more weight. He also put his hands on me more often than not. My friends mom caught him choking me once. Everybody thinks I’m a monster and I hate the fact they think that but at least someone on the internet will listen to me. I keep posting this and different parts because my side of the story was never heard. So by me posting all of this it is forcing someone to hear about it...I hope.
I hate the states of illinois & Missouri
Illinois worst state second to missouri I loath this area. Why would i want to live in the midwest when this area has not brought me any enjoyment.
I'm not thee only individual in society who loaths these states . Lot have fled the midwest.
I feel fucked up for really wanting to get a serious illness "just to see what it's like" and possibly treasure life more, when I won't have much time.
I apologise to those who never had a choice...
#apology #illness #test #life #treasuring
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.
#predicament #bulge #rub #grab #touches #teen #tease #fun #sex #vulnerable #willpower #pregnant #friend #parents #masturbate
It's cool that I can skinny dip with my step dad, but only when mom is not around. Nothing more than relaxing, building relations and trust. Nothing sexual. But I do feel nasty doing it. It is new, exciting, and I am curious to the ways of sex and nudity.
#chill #naked #stepdad #skinnydip #turnon #arousal #exciting #fun
I go out playing Pokémon GO with my dad and his friends. Hoping, one of his friends will notice me. He’s married with two children. I feel so bad, but I just want him. I’m disgusting, I know. I won’t do anything, but deep down I want something to happen.
I went to my friend's slumber party but there were only six of us because parents were afraid to let their kids out of lockdown. We had fun anyways and I still made three new friends. At bed time we changed and lied togheter on the floor with sheets and pillows. We giggled, talked, told stories and I fell asleep. In the middle of the night a head between my legs and a tongue at my vagina awoke me. I was startaled and afraid to. It felt good so I pretened to stay asleep. I had no idea when it all started but it lasted another five minutes or so before she quietly slid away. My pleasure feelings stopped and I fell back to sleep. When we got up that morning it was weird to look at everyone and know that one of them just gave me my first sexual contact. I talked and even stared at their hair looking for clues. Nothing. I went home not knowing who gave me those pleasurable feelings. Was it one of my friends or one whom I just met. And why me? Will I ever know, do I want to know? Will I look at girls in the same way as before? Curiousity is still in my head. I have a new bad I cannot break. I go to bed and end up thinking of that night. I start touching and rubbing until I have to get up, lock the door, and get naked. I put my blanket and pillow on the floor. Then I hump, ride, and grind my pillow with each girl running their tongue on my pussy. I try each girl to find the who gives the most pleasure. Every day gets better and better and I cannot wait till bedtime to masturbate.
#tongue #slumber #friends #sleepover #girls #parents #sex #pussy #virgin #pleasure #pillow #hump #grind #ride #stories #curious #habit #masturbation
Damn, I simply cannot get over my ex... and we were only together for like 6 months and that was 2 years ago...
He just got into my head and I cannot forget about him... He is an arrogant bastard with a small dick but a big inflated ego but despite that... I compare every man I have been with since with him... I still love him.
K., you are a pitiful human being, but I am still in love with you.
I used to have anger problems. I had gotten a horrible therapy for it so it never had gone away. My anger comes from my father who has outbursts a lot. Most of my anger is inside of my head. I’m scared to ever let it out because I might snap. I have horrible thoughts of anger. Like killing someone or torturing them. My father and brother have said on multiple occasions that I’m going to become a Murder with it. All because I had anger problems in the past. I’m to scared to hit. I can make my brother cry and bleed in one hit. I’m too scared that I’m going to snap one day like my dad.
When I was still with my ex, we never had time alone because everyone seems to always be home. So every little chance we get, we would be all up on each other.
One night, my sister and her boyfriend was taking him home (at the time, both of us doesn't drive yet). My sister has these big fluffy pillows that she keeps in the backseat of her car for decorations. I would put the pillow of my lap so that he could sneak his hand under and fingered me. I always made sure to wear shorts so that he would have easy access to my pussy. it really turned me on that we were doing this right behind their backs! And the pillow was big enough that I could spread my legs and they wouldn't even know.
So as they are arguing about something, he is fingering me under the pillow and it felt so good!! I remember trying not to moan. Sometimes, if I was brave enough, I would pretend to hug the other pillow so that he could touch my breast without them seeing. So one hand would be fingering me and the other would be squeezing my tits.
Although we are not together anymore, I still get horny whenever I think back about all the crazy things we did together.
I shot my neighbour's cat by accident the other day. Because I didn't want to destroy our friendship (we get on really well together), I took the cat and placed it in the middle of the road. Then I waited until someone drove over it and told my neighbour that someone drove over her cat.
She now wants to sue the driver. I am feeling guilty but I guess you have to be an ass to get around in this world.
I accidentally got my high school girlfriend pregnant.
She was 15 and I was 16. We were both into the drug culture of our high school and were very commonly having unprotected sex.
I have been an uncle since the age of 3 and have had a job since I was 14. I wasn't affraid of having a child. My mother was angry, but supportive. At 16, I was ready to become a dad.
The day had come when my girlfriend would have our baby girl. I was very excited. Her parents and the rest of family blocked me from the hospital. I was told our child didn't make it.
Jump ahead 35 years and I find out through an anonymous letter. My daughter is a live and well. She is living on Long Island. She thinks I am the one that is dead.
Now I have now decide whether to tell her I am alive or make believe she doesn't exist.
I'm dead on the inside, I just feel miserable and sad all the time.
If it weren't to my son, I already would have killed myself. I just don't want to live anymore.
While we were at a conference for my husbands company I found myself alone with his boss, a handsome black man, and he started flirting with me. I played along and he kissed me and started feeling my butt. I guess I was in a trance and showed no resistance. We didn't have long, so he pushed me down to my knees, unzipped, and pulled out a huge black dick and directed it towards my mouth. I immediately opened to accept its large head, and he started fucking my mouth like I was his personal slut or something. Truth be told, I not only showed no resistance. I would have probably done what ever he wanted. He started talking to me, encouraging me to suck him, and made the statement that he bet I had never had a dick like that before. Boy was he right. He held on to my head and I could feel him tensing up, so I knew what was coming; he unloaded a huge load of cum right down my throat. I swallowed every drop, then he helped me to my feet, zipped up and we made our way back to the gathering. On the way back I asked him to look at me and make sure I didn't have any cum on my face or blouse. I didn't , so we made our way back. When I saw my husband I walked over and gave him a kiss and a smile. I then looked over, and his boss was watching me from across the room. He smiled, and held up his glass as to toast me from across the room. I returned the smile, and toasted him as well.
Every time my sister is bitchy or annoying, I spit on her pillow.
It satisfies me to know that she sleeps on that pillow without knowing anything.
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.
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