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I’ve been in therapy my whole life and I just wanna end all this pain and suffering. It’s so hard to get going and continue to live day by day by day.
I just can’t deal with all of this anymore.
I really just wanna end it all - i’m so done with everything
I have no goals in life. I have no ambition. I have nothing to thrive for. I have no compassion.
I do not want to waste my life, but I do not know what do change either.
So, I guess, I am just living this blank, unassuming, boring and plain life. And that sucks big time. Why bother living?
#despair #life #boring #lonely #confession
I think it's pretty funny watching other people fall. I also like it to see them suffering. I guess I don't have a sense of shame but I really don't miss it. You should also she the funny sides in life.
i always keep my cum in a bottle in the freezer and in any occasion i put it in a syringe and spry it on people clothes or body parts like hair legs ... sometimes i put it the food of a girl/woman and then wait for her to eat it or drink it once a girl from my family was drunk sleeping at our house i got my 10 cl syringe full of cum and put once inside her pussy then i reloaded another shot for her ass and the last one was for her mouth and i masturbated until i cumed on her face and hair
Basically when I was five I had this friend named Brenda. Brenda and I where curious little girls and loved being silly and crazy. One night my parents and I went to Brenda's house for dinner. After dinner Brenda and my parents stayed downstairs to chat and have coffee and do what ever parents do. Brenda and u went to her room. Even though we were both only 5 we were very curious about sex. We played this game where u was a doctor and she was a patient and I don't quite remember what happens or how it happens, but somehow the game ended up where she was straddling me. She told me she had heard her parents having sex and she wanted to try. She rubbed her little pissy on mine and moaned and moaned. At one point she took both of our panties off and we were full on scissoring. Life of an adventurous five year old
#sex #scissoring #young #underage #dirty
I'm 15 f and recently my family and I travelled to see some old friends. They have a son my age, let's call him R. It'd been a year since I had last seen him and since then he'd grown and was now taller than me. He wasn't particularly attractive but I was bored and horny. I had been flirting with him all day and we just confessed to each other that we both enjoy smoking pot and drinking. He asked me to sneak out tonight and meet him as he had several drinks. I agreed. He snuck into my room and we started drinking. I'm a lightweight and an incredibly affectionate drunk. Soon I was cuddling him, touching his hair. I made any excuse to be near his crouch so I could feel his hard on. It was nearing 5am in the morning and we were incredibly wasted. We decided to jump into my bed for a cuddle. At this point I turn to him and ask if he's ever kissed a girl. He replies with a no and I say would he like to. We start passionately making out and his hands roam all over me. Soon my shirt is off and he's pulled my pants down and he's eating me out and fingering me. It was an amazing experience and I don't feel guilty at all. We're just two teens messing around
I use my daughters hair ties as cock rings. I place one or two around my balls and another one or two around my cock and balls. It gives just the right amount of pressure to keep me harder for a long time.
I usually look at some porn and edge. When I'm done I put the hair ties back in her room.
I've also found a lot of them in parking lots and while I go for walks. Thinking they came off of a really hot woman or girl gets me very horny.
Im 19 now and when i was only 16years old, my brother in law (married to my elder sister) came into my room thinking i was asleep. it was all dark and i could feel his hands all over my body. i was wearing only a small top, mini short and panties that night. and of course i was still a virgin with no sexual experience at all. he started feeling me over my short before he pulled it down and rub my inside legs over my panties. i was scared but at the same time and for the first time i was getting hot and wet in between in legs. i could feel that he was scared too but this didnt prevented him from pushing my panties aside and rubbing my bare pussy. he was caressing my clit for a few minutes before he inserted one of his fingers deep into my wet pussy. it didnt hurt at all and even if he was too scared to move his fingers to wake me up, it felt so good. i didnt even think he was my brother in law at that time... all i knew was hes handsome and i like him a lot. he let his finger inside of me and was masturbating. i could tell by his breathing that he cum. he then left and it never happened again. i wished there was more. i wish he came back,
since i keep appearing in front of him in sexy clothes to tempt him and yesterday i was wearing a dress and no panties and made sure he had a glimpse of my pussy in my another sister birthday. i am so bitchy.
Lately whenever I watch ameteur videos about cuckolding, or MFM wife sharing, it really turns me on thinking about another man having his way with my wife. All sorts of scenarios run through my head and it makes me hard. Him fucking her while she sucks me, or vice versa. He and I swapping our dicks in her pussy every 30 seconds or so. Her sucking us both at the same time until we both cum in her mouth. Don't get me wrong, using her is not my motivation. She enjoys everything I've mentioned very much, just only with me. So I think if she could get past the "social factor" of accepting it, she would really enjoy herself. She cums easily and in multiples, so it would double her pleasure, at least. The other option would be FMF because she's expressed to me over the years her curiousity about licking a pussy, because she knows how good it feels and she would like to give that to another woman. Her reference was "I wish I could do that to myself, or another woman". But I think the jealousy factor would get in her way, unless my position was, I wouldn't touch the other woman. Which I could do, just sit back and stroke, enjoying the show. Now my only obsticle is how do get the idea in her head so she will come around to it.
It's been over a year and three months since the last time we talk, but every day I think of him if he is alive or okay because I know he has been kicked out of house and lives on the streets. Like our story is so complicated and hard but I can't stop thinking about him and I don't know why like every guy I ever talk to my stupid brain and heart keep comparing them to the guy who I love so much and broke my heart. Part of me wants to contact him so badly like I did contact him to have closure but he thought I had closure of him and I thought the same way but I guess now because deep down inside of me my heart wants him. So my question is should I contact him again even though the last time we talk I tried to get closure....
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 order a lot of stuff online. But not because I am a shopaholic or because I got the money but because of the mails I get. I don't receive any mails. I know own over 1000 blu rays.
By the way I also like paying via Paypal because you get 2 mails.
When I was younger I was a regular at the county fair. I hung out with a group of friends that got a little wild. There was a camping tent set up in the back of the fair. My friends and I would pick up random guys and make out with them in the tent. I am embarrassed about it even today as I am a very conservative wife. It was a competition to see who could get further. Lots of kissing, fingers, dry humping, not sure if anyone made it all the way ...
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
I convinced my wife to have sex with both my brothers (on separate occasions). Loved the whole sharing her and reclaiming her afterwards. Am planning on sharing her with others if she would agree again.
I work in a catering service. Sometimes my customers are really annoying and unpolite, so I spit in their food.
I hate people who always say "don't compare yourself to others" or "don't feel that way" "you should consider her feelings" does she consider my feelings or stresses? no! so why should I care that she is a mother, that doesn't make her stresses more important then my stresses. its natural to compare. I will type back to them what they said to me and see how they like it.
When my girlfriend leave I go into the hamper and put on a pair of her dirty panties and bend over her bed and finger my asshole for gay men who cum to me and it makes me so horny.
I wish I could tell someone how bad it is to live as me. They never understand,they down play it. I’m so weak. I’m paralyzed by life. I am unable to conquer this. People like me deserve to die. Death is the only solution. You can change my life but you can’t change my brain. Living like this is utter hell. The cards I was dealt are all faulty. I can’t think of one thing I enjoyed out of this life. I got nothing. Absolutely nothing but suffering. Forever until I die infinite sadness 💕
Avoidant personality disorder
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.
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