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The day I almost shot my Best Man
I was living with my best friend, his cousin and his cousin's girlfriend in a shitty little basement apartment. None of us were really working, just doing some crimes here and there to pay the rent. We all had been living together since I was released from jail.
Everything was fine for a few months until one day shit changed. I came out of the shower and was getting dressed when the girlfriend decides to confess to me how she thought I was hot and that she wanted to do me since she first saw me.
She's almost like a pet, except she's hot and does what I say.
I was flattered at first but then I thought,"Hey, you are my buddy's girlfriend" I smiled at her and listened to her tell me that she wanted to fuck me, then I went out.
I called my best friend and asked him what I should do. I thought I should tell his cousin what his girlfriend told me. My best friend told me that I certainly should but that I should wait and do it face to face.
So I made 1 wrong move. I called the girlfriend on her pager and left a message that I was on my way to tell her boyfriend. This early warning was my downfall. She quickly drove home and started laying on the sob story to her boyfriend, making it sound like it was me that came on to her, not the other way around.
I show up a few hours later with my best friend to find the two of them sitting in the living room. She was crying her eyes out, he looked very angry. He starts yelling at me that I tried to fuck his girlfriend, I quickly defended myself, saying that it was all her. He believed his girlfriend. The arguement got louder and angrier. Suddenly he took a knife that was on the coffee table and stabbed it into the table. It stuck in and quivered when he let go. Then he looks at me and says,"You better not sleep here tonight, bad shit will happen!"
I was pissed off. I didn't do shit. It was all her.
I stormed out, angry that Iw as being forced out of my house where I paid rent, just because his dumb cunt of a girlfriend lied her ass off to save it. I quickly went to another friend's house where I promptly got drunk and asked for his piece. Now I was drunk, angry and holding a loaded 9mm. I call my best friend and tell him my plans. He tries to talk me out of going home and then hangs up on me.
10 minutes later he's at the door. We talk and talk and eventually he convinces me that shooting his cousin is NOT the answer, although at the time I wanted to SO bad. I didn't like being disrespected in my own house and didn't appricate the fact the he took his bitch's word over mine. I calmed down, got more drunk and passed out.
That was the last time I talked to the cousin for over 4 years. He ended up marrying the bitch and had a kid. A couple year later they divorced. A couple years after that, we started talking again thanks to my best friend and Christmas.
After that, we became best friends ourselves. Inseperable.
He was my best man 2 years ago when I got married. Good thing I didn't shoot him.
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Everything was fine for a few months until one day shit changed. I came out of the shower and was getting dressed when the girlfriend decides to confess to me how she thought I was hot and that she wanted to do me since she first saw me.
She's almost like a pet, except she's hot and does what I say.
I was flattered at first but then I thought,"Hey, you are my buddy's girlfriend" I smiled at her and listened to her tell me that she wanted to fuck me, then I went out.
...He believed his girlfriend. The arguement got louder and angrier. Suddenly he took a knife that was on the coffee table and stabbed it into the table...
I called my best friend and asked him what I should do. I thought I should tell his cousin what his girlfriend told me. My best friend told me that I certainly should but that I should wait and do it face to face.
So I made 1 wrong move. I called the girlfriend on her pager and left a message that I was on my way to tell her boyfriend. This early warning was my downfall. She quickly drove home and started laying on the sob story to her boyfriend, making it sound like it was me that came on to her, not the other way around.
I show up a few hours later with my best friend to find the two of them sitting in the living room. She was crying her eyes out, he looked very angry. He starts yelling at me that I tried to fuck his girlfriend, I quickly defended myself, saying that it was all her. He believed his girlfriend. The arguement got louder and angrier. Suddenly he took a knife that was on the coffee table and stabbed it into the table. It stuck in and quivered when he let go. Then he looks at me and says,"You better not sleep here tonight, bad shit will happen!"
...went to another friend's house where I promptly got drunk and asked for his piece. Now I was drunk, angry and holding a loaded 9mm...
I was pissed off. I didn't do shit. It was all her.
I stormed out, angry that Iw as being forced out of my house where I paid rent, just because his dumb cunt of a girlfriend lied her ass off to save it. I quickly went to another friend's house where I promptly got drunk and asked for his piece. Now I was drunk, angry and holding a loaded 9mm. I call my best friend and tell him my plans. He tries to talk me out of going home and then hangs up on me.
10 minutes later he's at the door. We talk and talk and eventually he convinces me that shooting his cousin is NOT the answer, although at the time I wanted to SO bad. I didn't like being disrespected in my own house and didn't appricate the fact the he took his bitch's word over mine. I calmed down, got more drunk and passed out.
That was the last time I talked to the cousin for over 4 years. He ended up marrying the bitch and had a kid. A couple year later they divorced. A couple years after that, we started talking again thanks to my best friend and Christmas.
After that, we became best friends ourselves. Inseperable.
He was my best man 2 years ago when I got married. Good thing I didn't shoot him.
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Why I married him
I married him because I wanted to go to grad school and he would let me live rent free. I feel like a whore. I don't love him, his family consists of Southern Baptist well-gilded white trash, and he is really beginning to disgust me.
Not only that, my soul mate keeps in contact. He's waiting for me to wake up and leave.
And it's getting close to the time that I can.
Please keep me anonymous.
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Not only that, my soul mate keeps in contact. He's waiting for me to wake up and leave.
And it's getting close to the time that I can.
Please keep me anonymous.
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Confused and need ideas
To start off, I've been with my fiancee for 5 almost 6 years. Ever since we were freshman in high school. Last year I had a baby by him and I love her very much. But by the time she was born my feelings for him changed and he wasn't working and I was tired of doing everything alone. So, this is where that led me. He finally decided to go into the service to make some money for us to support ourselves. He's been gone for only 2 months and for the last 2 weeks I've been having somewhat of an affair, okay an affair. I really like this other guy and I'm not sure if I have stronger feelings for him than I had expected to have. I think what's really bothering me is that my fiancee was my first and only until this guy I'm hanging around with now. Have any supporting ideas to help me deal with my confused feelings?
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I watched from a distance and enjoyed it
Last Sat. night I slipped a roofie in a girls drink. She was with a bunch of her girl friends so I knew she'd be taken care of. I wasn't going to do anything I just wanted to see what she would do. Within minutes of finishing her drink she looked like she was very drunk. I watched from a distance and enjoyed it. I feel creepy now.
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He doesn't know
Best job EVER!
I used to work a pretty well known pizza place, and every single day, with no one else there but one cook, i ripped off that store for more money than they will ever know. I sat down and did the math one day, and figured I was taking about 650$$ a week from the profits. All you have to do is take the person's order, give them the price, then cancel the order and stick the cash in your pocket. Easiest thing in the world. It bought me smokes, liquor and gas for my car. Best job EVER! All guilt was eliminated when the president of our company rolled up for a visit in his brand new lexus, and armani suit, and had the nerve to send me home because I wasn't wearing "polishable leather" shoes.
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Travis Frey ain't got nothing on me
I control me wife like he wanted to in his little "Wifely expectations" contract.
I didn't need to write it down. I bought my wife online from Belarus. She does what I say, when I say and how I say I want it done. She doesn't have any family here and my family is just happy we're having a baby so they could care less how I treat her. Frey is a dumbass for doing what he did. He should have shopped online!
I can't tell this story because everyone I know will realize the reason why I never dated. They don't even know I got her online either!
My friends don't know how I treat her because she knows to smile and say nothing when they are around. She's almost like a pet, except she's hot and does what I say.
Sorry about the weird post. A link on your blog led me to that guy's contract thing and it made me think about my perfect little arrangement.
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I didn't need to write it down. I bought my wife online from Belarus. She does what I say, when I say and how I say I want it done. She doesn't have any family here and my family is just happy we're having a baby so they could care less how I treat her. Frey is a dumbass for doing what he did. He should have shopped online!
...She's almost like a pet, except she's hot and does what I say...
I can't tell this story because everyone I know will realize the reason why I never dated. They don't even know I got her online either!
My friends don't know how I treat her because she knows to smile and say nothing when they are around. She's almost like a pet, except she's hot and does what I say.
Sorry about the weird post. A link on your blog led me to that guy's contract thing and it made me think about my perfect little arrangement.
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If I had a gun
If I had a gun I would walk in to work tomorrow and shoot my boss in the face for what he has been doing to me. Under any other circumstances I would have quit as soon as the first time touched me like he did. He has done it a few times, even though I've told him to stop. He doesn't care. He acts all dumb as if it was a accident that he bushed by my chest while reaching for something. Or he accidently runs his hand across my ass while reaching for papers or something. He doesn't care and I'm sure I'm not the first girl he's done this to. He looks like a career-pig-male-showvanist. I'm a pee-on and beneath him. I feel like telling one of my brothers so he can go have a chat with him.
If I didn't need this job so badly to raise my two daughters I would kill him I swear. Men are pigs. I hate them all!
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If I didn't need this job so badly to raise my two daughters I would kill him I swear. Men are pigs. I hate them all!
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I cannot tell anyone, he'll get expelled
M y son is in enrolled in a very prestigious private school. He has been a model student without any discipline problems up until two weeks ago. I found a wallet in his room that did not belong to him. I questioned him and after a series of lies, he told me that he had stolen it from a fellow student at school. Furthermore, the student he stole from is the son of one of the most popular facility members.
I feel I can't tell this story to anyone (not even family) because of the huge impact it will have on my son's future. He will most certainly be expelled if he does the "right thing", by returning to school on Monday and facing the music by giving the wallet back. His reputation will be ruined, a stigma attached and his future destroyed because of thaw wrong choice.
A s a parent I want to do the right thing and bring him in to see the Dean on Monday morning. I want my son to admit his mistake, plead for forgiveness and then let what ever happens, happen. I want to teach him natural consequence for his actions. On the other hand, I love my son and want to protect him from damaging his shot at the "good life" that he currently has by attending this school.
I don't know what do to. I can't tell my parents about this, they would probably call the Dean themselves. I can't call the school anonymously as then I'd be putting myself and my reputation on the line.
I want to make the right choice to show my son that it is better to do the right thing, but at the same time I want to sweep it under the rug and forget the day I found the wallet ever happened.
ARGHHHHH!
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I feel I can't tell this story to anyone (not even family) because of the huge impact it will have on my son's future. He will most certainly be expelled if he does the "right thing", by returning to school on Monday and facing the music by giving the wallet back. His reputation will be ruined, a stigma attached and his future destroyed because of thaw wrong choice.
...I want my son to admit his mistake, plead for forgiveness and then let what ever happens, happen. I want to teach him natural consequence for his actions...
A s a parent I want to do the right thing and bring him in to see the Dean on Monday morning. I want my son to admit his mistake, plead for forgiveness and then let what ever happens, happen. I want to teach him natural consequence for his actions. On the other hand, I love my son and want to protect him from damaging his shot at the "good life" that he currently has by attending this school.
I don't know what do to. I can't tell my parents about this, they would probably call the Dean themselves. I can't call the school anonymously as then I'd be putting myself and my reputation on the line.
I want to make the right choice to show my son that it is better to do the right thing, but at the same time I want to sweep it under the rug and forget the day I found the wallet ever happened.
ARGHHHHH!
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I showed my girlfriend this blog
and she loved it. I can't tell her that burried in all these stories is one that I submitted months ago that is about her! Maybe she'll read it one day and get the point!
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A great return for such little investment
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An encounter from ten years ago and my secret fantasies
T en years ago I had sex with another man. We had met through classified ads in a newspaper and he was a few years older than me. When he came to visit he brought a couple of gay porn videos and we watched them together steadily getting closer to each other.
A lmost without realising it we were kissing and that led quickly to oral sex. The feeling of his cock on my cheek and then in my mouth was fantastic. We 69'd for a long while. After we came we just cuddled and kissed for ages. We did plan to meet up again, but we never did. I don't tell anyone because I know the reaction it would get, but I don't regret doing it. I'm bi though more straight than gay.
T he other thing I've never told anyone is I have sexual fantasies about being a woman. Cross-dressing doesn't interest me and I don't want to surgically alter my sex, but the idea of magically becoming a woman really turns me on. I imagine myself finding myself in all kinds of bodies, white, black, asian, old young, fat, thin, short and even disabled. Sometimes I imagine myself in a lesbian encounter and sometimes with a man. Sometimes I fantasize about being pregnant.
I 'm not bothered by these fantasies, but I don't talk about them because, again, I know what sort of response I'd get. I'll keep them in my head and play with the idea when my girlfriend isn't around. Though a current fantasy is where we swap bodies. Don't think she'd like that one so I won't share it with her.
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A lmost without realising it we were kissing and that led quickly to oral sex. The feeling of his cock on my cheek and then in my mouth was fantastic. We 69'd for a long while. After we came we just cuddled and kissed for ages. We did plan to meet up again, but we never did. I don't tell anyone because I know the reaction it would get, but I don't regret doing it. I'm bi though more straight than gay.
...Cross-dressing doesn't interest me and I don't want to surgically alter my sex, but the idea of magically becoming a woman really turns me on...
T he other thing I've never told anyone is I have sexual fantasies about being a woman. Cross-dressing doesn't interest me and I don't want to surgically alter my sex, but the idea of magically becoming a woman really turns me on. I imagine myself finding myself in all kinds of bodies, white, black, asian, old young, fat, thin, short and even disabled. Sometimes I imagine myself in a lesbian encounter and sometimes with a man. Sometimes I fantasize about being pregnant.
I 'm not bothered by these fantasies, but I don't talk about them because, again, I know what sort of response I'd get. I'll keep them in my head and play with the idea when my girlfriend isn't around. Though a current fantasy is where we swap bodies. Don't think she'd like that one so I won't share it with her.
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A Happy Valentine's Day?
There was no Happy Valentines Day around this house this year. My husband has been away on "business" since last Friday(he's actually in NY fucking one of his whores). I've been lonely and alone all weekend. I try and take comfort in my best friend on Monday night and she turns and tells me that she's cheating on her husband of fifteen years. Fifteen years! What the hell is this world coming to? Is nothing sacred anymore!
I started drinking Monday night. By eight I was drunk, stumbling around my house. To most people there would be nothing wrong with a good drunk one night. To me however, it is a huge problem. I am a recovering alcoholic. I was 259 days sober until Monday. I finished a bottle of wine then moved on to Jack. The last thing I remember was the clock turning midnight and thinking, "Happy Valentine's Day asshole!"
I woke up around noon yesterday and had a shot of Jack to beat my hangover back. A day after my drinking and I am ready to go to the liquor store.
I guess the only question in my life left unanswered right now is how long this time around will I be able to keep my drinking a secret.
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I started drinking Monday night. By eight I was drunk, stumbling around my house. To most people there would be nothing wrong with a good drunk one night. To me however, it is a huge problem. I am a recovering alcoholic. I was 259 days sober until Monday. I finished a bottle of wine then moved on to Jack. The last thing I remember was the clock turning midnight and thinking, "Happy Valentine's Day asshole!"
I woke up around noon yesterday and had a shot of Jack to beat my hangover back. A day after my drinking and I am ready to go to the liquor store.
I guess the only question in my life left unanswered right now is how long this time around will I be able to keep my drinking a secret.
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Ramblings of a little girl
Hmm, How shoud I start this out?
I guess by stating general facts. All right, I am a 13-year-old girl living in central New Jersey. I am in 8th grade, and I get good grades on my report card. I have a few friends at school, and I try to be nice to everyone. I don't ever have relationships like my peers do; I think middle school relationships are meaningless. I am happy and always ready to help someone in time of need. The thing that nobody knows is that I feel like the most lonely person in the world.
S ure, I have friends, and I am respected by most of my peers, but everyone keeps me at arm's length. I have stopped trying to become close friends with anyone a while ago. I keep silence closer to me than anything.
M y parents died in a car-crash two and a half years ago, bless their souls. The only person I have left is my older brother, whom I care for and love more than anything else in this world. Recently, however, he has fallen ill, and I am left to raise money for the two of us by working at the local farm and by babysitting for the neighbors. I can only hope he lives through this.
M y friends and classmates know nothing of my homelife, and frankly they don't have suspiscions either. I try as hard as I can to avoid attention and sympathy; I have learned to be independant, and I hate sympathy.
The reason that classmates don't connect to me is because I am different. I am (psuedo) pretentious and intellectual and they don't understand me at all. I have no one to share my thoughts with, no one that cares about my veiws or my feelings. I have grown to accept that, and unfortunately this has made me even more sedated from people.
A nd then, this year, I met Ryan. A handsome, intelligent, kind boy. It was the first time I have ever felt like getting to know someone in a very long time. I am both happy and sad at the same time becuase of these new feelings. Happy because I still have hope of connecting to people, but sad because he probably isn't interested in me either. Too handsome...too warm to ever have feelings for someone like me. Too friendly to like someone that is as cold and dismal as I have become.
I release my feelings in the only way I know how to - through art. I am in the school choir, and I found my mother's old art supplies as well, so I draw and paint. I brought a few of my works in because my teachers admired my notebook doodles and wanted to see more, and they loved them. I felt happy-I will never stop drawing, never stop singing, ever.
A nd then I find this website. A website that contains person that have ones to love them and care for them, only to disrespect them in the most hurtful ways. How selfish! How selfish of some of these people to turn away people that love them. How selfish of some of these people to disrespect them, keep so many secrets from them, to hurt them like that. I know that some people have no choice sometimes, but a lot of these people sound like they have the ability to make choices that don't hurt innocent people. That don't hurt people that love them. I decided that if I ever had the honor to have someone love me that I would never do anything in my power to make them feel pain.
That is my story that I cannot tell (in a rambly, rantish form of writing. Sorry about that.). It lightens my load a little bit that I finally written this down, and that someone somewhere will read this.
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I guess by stating general facts. All right, I am a 13-year-old girl living in central New Jersey. I am in 8th grade, and I get good grades on my report card. I have a few friends at school, and I try to be nice to everyone. I don't ever have relationships like my peers do; I think middle school relationships are meaningless. I am happy and always ready to help someone in time of need. The thing that nobody knows is that I feel like the most lonely person in the world.
...The only person I have left is my older brother, whom I care for and love more than anything else in this world...
S ure, I have friends, and I am respected by most of my peers, but everyone keeps me at arm's length. I have stopped trying to become close friends with anyone a while ago. I keep silence closer to me than anything.
M y parents died in a car-crash two and a half years ago, bless their souls. The only person I have left is my older brother, whom I care for and love more than anything else in this world. Recently, however, he has fallen ill, and I am left to raise money for the two of us by working at the local farm and by babysitting for the neighbors. I can only hope he lives through this.
M y friends and classmates know nothing of my homelife, and frankly they don't have suspiscions either. I try as hard as I can to avoid attention and sympathy; I have learned to be independant, and I hate sympathy.
...I am (psuedo) pretentious and intellectual and they don't understand me at all...
The reason that classmates don't connect to me is because I am different. I am (psuedo) pretentious and intellectual and they don't understand me at all. I have no one to share my thoughts with, no one that cares about my veiws or my feelings. I have grown to accept that, and unfortunately this has made me even more sedated from people.
A nd then, this year, I met Ryan. A handsome, intelligent, kind boy. It was the first time I have ever felt like getting to know someone in a very long time. I am both happy and sad at the same time becuase of these new feelings. Happy because I still have hope of connecting to people, but sad because he probably isn't interested in me either. Too handsome...too warm to ever have feelings for someone like me. Too friendly to like someone that is as cold and dismal as I have become.
...And then I find this website. A website that contains person that have ones to love them and care for them, only to disrespect them in the most hurtful ways. How selfish!...
I release my feelings in the only way I know how to - through art. I am in the school choir, and I found my mother's old art supplies as well, so I draw and paint. I brought a few of my works in because my teachers admired my notebook doodles and wanted to see more, and they loved them. I felt happy-I will never stop drawing, never stop singing, ever.
A nd then I find this website. A website that contains person that have ones to love them and care for them, only to disrespect them in the most hurtful ways. How selfish! How selfish of some of these people to turn away people that love them. How selfish of some of these people to disrespect them, keep so many secrets from them, to hurt them like that. I know that some people have no choice sometimes, but a lot of these people sound like they have the ability to make choices that don't hurt innocent people. That don't hurt people that love them. I decided that if I ever had the honor to have someone love me that I would never do anything in my power to make them feel pain.
That is my story that I cannot tell (in a rambly, rantish form of writing. Sorry about that.). It lightens my load a little bit that I finally written this down, and that someone somewhere will read this.
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I've got two stories to tell
A fter reading the majority of the stories on the site, I have to come share as well. I am filled with school-boy excitement. I have two stories, the first is only relevant because people have no idea what I was like when I was younger. (The second, you'll see). I would love to tell these stories at coctail parties, but these ninnys will relate a story of taking mom's car to the beach without permission, and then get poo-poos from everyone else. So, I was a bad seed. We went on so many beer runs (walk in-snatch beer-run out-why hassle with that money thing) that we were contemplating keeping a log of who went where and what clerk was working ( so as to avoid the uncomfortable 7-11 experience. You know things are ill when you walk in and the clerk greets you with, "Hey mother fucker").
I worked at a store as a bagger, and while I was stocking the coolers at night I would throw two cases of beer in the dumpster with the trash, only to retrieve them later (this isn't so bad, except I did it 2-4 times a week). Vandalism, fights, sex, and, of course, drugs. I was wrong. Anyway, one night we go to the movies (myself, and two friends). Working the ticket booth is a girl that was a year older than us, Betty (not her real name). After we pay our way in, we mosey on back to the game section of the theater with roughly an hour to kill.
Well, Betty was epileptic. She was the butt of many jokes at school, due to the inability of anyone/thing (doctors/meds) to keep her seizures in check. So, there we are playing video games (Rampage to be exact), when all of a sudden Betty falls down in the ticket booth and starts siezing. We all ran over being saints, knights in armor and all of that. She was already finishing up with the worst of it, S1 and S2 we're already over the counter counseling. Nobody was around, so we shared our best "I dunno" looks, then out of the blue S2 pops the cash register and jacks the money. We ran out of there and headed down the back streets to another hangout. I didn't have anything to do with the money, and neither did S1. It was a huge scandal though. I am sure that folks in my home town still remember, and would love to see the unsavory bastards that did it hanged. S1 is likewise a respectable citizen these days, and S2 was beat to death (literally) a couple of years ago.
S o story next involves my ex-wife. I would love to tell her this story just to hurt her, but the other person involved would suffer as well. My ex was very good looking and I was the stupid schlub that found himself fortunate to have such a thing. Undeserving and all of that. After six months of marriage my ex started turning into Satan's Sister, and not just to me. To sum this up I caught her cheating. She cried and begged, and I tried to forgive. Wouldn't happen again and what not. I never got over it, and began the experiental sleeping around, but revenge fornication isn't all that. One night, fairly close to the end of our marriage, Lucif-her decides to blow a gasket on her sister and I as we shared a couple of drinks at the house. She then proceeds to go into the bedroom, puke on my side of the bed, then pass out.
So what happened next was at least three years in the making. I decided I wasn't going to clean anything, play ambulance to the toilet, hold any hair etc. I went back out in the living room where her sister was, and after lamenting my ex's evilness, we started kissing (we had been hot for each other, but it remained unspoken).
S o this is for you, my love. Your sister and I went out into the garage, pushed the back seats of the Subaru down, and did the deed all over your new car (here's the double punch dear, when we went to the canyon and "broke" your car in, well it had already been done). I must have slept with your sister at least six or ten times, and in ways that you were too boring. The sun had long been up when we went in and passed out on the couch. Yeah, that night. We didn't fall asleep there, we went to sleep there after romping all night. Piss off.
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...Vandalism, fights, sex, and, of course, drugs. I was wrong...
I worked at a store as a bagger, and while I was stocking the coolers at night I would throw two cases of beer in the dumpster with the trash, only to retrieve them later (this isn't so bad, except I did it 2-4 times a week). Vandalism, fights, sex, and, of course, drugs. I was wrong. Anyway, one night we go to the movies (myself, and two friends). Working the ticket booth is a girl that was a year older than us, Betty (not her real name). After we pay our way in, we mosey on back to the game section of the theater with roughly an hour to kill.
...S1 is likewise a respectable citizen these days, and S2 was beat to death (literally) a couple of years ago...
Well, Betty was epileptic. She was the butt of many jokes at school, due to the inability of anyone/thing (doctors/meds) to keep her seizures in check. So, there we are playing video games (Rampage to be exact), when all of a sudden Betty falls down in the ticket booth and starts siezing. We all ran over being saints, knights in armor and all of that. She was already finishing up with the worst of it, S1 and S2 we're already over the counter counseling. Nobody was around, so we shared our best "I dunno" looks, then out of the blue S2 pops the cash register and jacks the money. We ran out of there and headed down the back streets to another hangout. I didn't have anything to do with the money, and neither did S1. It was a huge scandal though. I am sure that folks in my home town still remember, and would love to see the unsavory bastards that did it hanged. S1 is likewise a respectable citizen these days, and S2 was beat to death (literally) a couple of years ago.
...One night, fairly close to the end of our marriage, Lucif-her decides to blow a gasket on her sister and I as we shared a couple of drinks at the house...
S o story next involves my ex-wife. I would love to tell her this story just to hurt her, but the other person involved would suffer as well. My ex was very good looking and I was the stupid schlub that found himself fortunate to have such a thing. Undeserving and all of that. After six months of marriage my ex started turning into Satan's Sister, and not just to me. To sum this up I caught her cheating. She cried and begged, and I tried to forgive. Wouldn't happen again and what not. I never got over it, and began the experiental sleeping around, but revenge fornication isn't all that. One night, fairly close to the end of our marriage, Lucif-her decides to blow a gasket on her sister and I as we shared a couple of drinks at the house. She then proceeds to go into the bedroom, puke on my side of the bed, then pass out.
So what happened next was at least three years in the making. I decided I wasn't going to clean anything, play ambulance to the toilet, hold any hair etc. I went back out in the living room where her sister was, and after lamenting my ex's evilness, we started kissing (we had been hot for each other, but it remained unspoken).
...here's the double punch dear, when we went to the canyon and "broke" your car in, well it had already been done...
S o this is for you, my love. Your sister and I went out into the garage, pushed the back seats of the Subaru down, and did the deed all over your new car (here's the double punch dear, when we went to the canyon and "broke" your car in, well it had already been done). I must have slept with your sister at least six or ten times, and in ways that you were too boring. The sun had long been up when we went in and passed out on the couch. Yeah, that night. We didn't fall asleep there, we went to sleep there after romping all night. Piss off.
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Happy Valentine's Day
Happy Valentines Day sweetie. I'm sorry I cheated on you.
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My first lesbian experience
My first lesbian experience happened a couple of years ago on New Years. I was 16 and she was 17. Me and one of my best friends (I'll just call her Jess) went to a party that night. It was really boring, so we just ended up coming back to my house to hang out there. After midnight, my parents went to bed and we just went to my room to hang out. We started talking about how lame our New Year's night had been. To make things more exciting, we went downstairs, grabbed a couple beers, and went back to my room. After a little while, we both became a little tipsy and for fun, we started watching some porn.
Then out of no where, Jess looks at me and says, "I'm getting really horny." Then she kissed me. It caught me really off-guard but I'd always wanted to know what it's like to be with a girl, so I didn't stop her. Well things began heating up and next thing you know, both our shirts come off. I still remember her on top of me, moaning as I sucked her nipple. I still had my underwear on and she was rubbing all over my clit and it felt really good. We began dry humping for about 10 minutes but then we became tired and just passed out.
The next morning, we didn't say one thing about it to each other. I know she remembers, but I think we're both too embarassed to say anything. We're still
good friends today andI've never even mentioned it to her.
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Then out of no where, Jess looks at me and says, "I'm getting really horny." Then she kissed me. It caught me really off-guard but I'd always wanted to know what it's like to be with a girl, so I didn't stop her. Well things began heating up and next thing you know, both our shirts come off. I still remember her on top of me, moaning as I sucked her nipple. I still had my underwear on and she was rubbing all over my clit and it felt really good. We began dry humping for about 10 minutes but then we became tired and just passed out.
The next morning, we didn't say one thing about it to each other. I know she remembers, but I think we're both too embarassed to say anything. We're still
good friends today andI've never even mentioned it to her.
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Eat boogers and die
I was about 8 years old and put a booger on a kids baby bottle. I HATED THIS KID.
He stunk and always had a shitty diaper and I always had to play with this kid and before I left I put a booger on his bottle.
He always ate his own snot so why not mine.
Eat boogers and die!
30 years later and I still have guilt that I did this to the poor kid.
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He stunk and always had a shitty diaper and I always had to play with this kid and before I left I put a booger on his bottle.
He always ate his own snot so why not mine.
Eat boogers and die!
30 years later and I still have guilt that I did this to the poor kid.
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I am 20 years old and have a painkiller problem
I am 20 years old and have a painkiller problem. I started using codeine's and vicodins back in the 10th grade. Soon my group of friends started stepping up to percocets which was when i started using them regularly. When I started college I slowed my useage, until i met OXYCONTIN, soon I was selling it and using it almost everyday. I feel really guilty because I know I caused more then one of my friends to pick up the habit just to help support my own. They probably would have found oxy somewhere else but I still feel like shit when I think about it. This year I have barely been using more then once a month. A few days ago I tried heroin (sniffing not injecting), the next day I bought another vile. I still feel in control of my usage, but am worried about losing control again like when I was selling oxy's. Right now I am thinking about buying another vile to use tonight, I will probably end up doing it. I wish I could findsome oxy's because honestly they are cheaper, not cut, and better feeling (at least to me) then D-Block (heroin). I know I have a problem, but painkillers can make ANY situation good or bad better. I have quit before but I always go back. I am a college student with a very bright future ahead of me on Wall Street, I really dont think I will ever be completely clean, but just hope I can find oxys in New York so I dont have to use Heroin.
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I feel strangely good sharing this story thank you.
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I was selling tap water
I started a bottled water company, supplying mostly to raves and big parties. Business was pretty good, water is very valuable in those scenes. With everyone tripping on E and thirsty, I made killer coin for a couple years.
The story I cannot tell is that I was selling TAP water. Right from my kitchen sink. I bought a capping machine for cheap at an auction. Then I'd take the empty bottles from the recycling bins, rinse them out, fill them with tap water, cap them and then slap my company sticker on them.
The collecting and washing the bottles was the biggest chore, but knowing that the same bottle I bought originally would last me at least 2-3 more refills.
No one ever noticed because they were all sky-high anyway. I made a truckload of money.
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The story I cannot tell is that I was selling TAP water. Right from my kitchen sink. I bought a capping machine for cheap at an auction. Then I'd take the empty bottles from the recycling bins, rinse them out, fill them with tap water, cap them and then slap my company sticker on them.
The collecting and washing the bottles was the biggest chore, but knowing that the same bottle I bought originally would last me at least 2-3 more refills.
No one ever noticed because they were all sky-high anyway. I made a truckload of money.
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A good reason to not use public pools
I was washing my hair after having another enjoyable swim in my local public pool. It wasn't very busy and I had the changerooms to my self. I had my eyes closed, trying to get the soap off my face and shampoo out of my hair.
I hear some noises and then another woman comes in to the shower area. Looking through soapy eyes I could see that she was late-30's, long scraggly hair, carrying a huge purse and way too many shopping bags.
She throws down her numerous bags and pulls her pants down. I rub the last bit of soap out of my eyes and watch in horror as shit falls out of her pants. She squats down right there in front of me and it was like she was pissing out of her asshole. I was horrified. I could not believe my eyes.
I scream at her that she is disgusting.She yells back,"What was I supposed to do. It happened at the mall. I couldn't walk home like this!"
I yelled at her that she was nasty. The stench was unbearable. Hot steam from the shower and her ass spraying all over the place.
I had to get out of there. Just typing this is making me sick.
I had to jump over the shit and piss stream to get in to the pool area where I took off running to tell the lifeguard who said," Are you serious?!" before sprinting off.
It was so gross. You can't even imagine unless you've witnessed something similar.
I have since taken my morning swims elsewhere and now I always wear flip-flops instead of walking around barefoot.
I think this is a story SHE cannot tell!
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I hear some noises and then another woman comes in to the shower area. Looking through soapy eyes I could see that she was late-30's, long scraggly hair, carrying a huge purse and way too many shopping bags.
She throws down her numerous bags and pulls her pants down. I rub the last bit of soap out of my eyes and watch in horror as shit falls out of her pants. She squats down right there in front of me and it was like she was pissing out of her asshole. I was horrified. I could not believe my eyes.
I scream at her that she is disgusting.She yells back,"What was I supposed to do. It happened at the mall. I couldn't walk home like this!"
I yelled at her that she was nasty. The stench was unbearable. Hot steam from the shower and her ass spraying all over the place.
I had to get out of there. Just typing this is making me sick.
I had to jump over the shit and piss stream to get in to the pool area where I took off running to tell the lifeguard who said," Are you serious?!" before sprinting off.
It was so gross. You can't even imagine unless you've witnessed something similar.
I have since taken my morning swims elsewhere and now I always wear flip-flops instead of walking around barefoot.
I think this is a story SHE cannot tell!
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I should have never told anyone
I never wanted to be a mother. I was happy when the docs told me I had fertility problems.
And then, 2 years latter, I discover that I'm pregnant. I wanted an abortion so badly, but my family told me they'd never speak to me again if I had it done. My husband didn't help either, even though when we had talked about it before he was fine with it. He wanted a baby... yeah, because he doesn't have to do shit for it. I haven't had 8 hours sleep in 5 months. My tits are bruised, and my body is thrashed, and I've had to drop out of college, right when I had gotten shit back on track. All because I didn't take care of the problem myself, without consulting anyone else.
I should have never told anyone.
Now I have a son, and when I look at him, I regret not having an abortion. I regret not killing him. I fake being a good mom, and everyone buys it. They're all so stupid, even my husband, the man I thought could see past my bullshit. When I'm alone with the baby though, I can't smile. I can barely look at him. I make sure he's changed, bathed, fed and entertained, but I can't bring myself to love him. I hate myself for not loving my son.
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And then, 2 years latter, I discover that I'm pregnant. I wanted an abortion so badly, but my family told me they'd never speak to me again if I had it done. My husband didn't help either, even though when we had talked about it before he was fine with it. He wanted a baby... yeah, because he doesn't have to do shit for it. I haven't had 8 hours sleep in 5 months. My tits are bruised, and my body is thrashed, and I've had to drop out of college, right when I had gotten shit back on track. All because I didn't take care of the problem myself, without consulting anyone else.
I should have never told anyone.
Now I have a son, and when I look at him, I regret not having an abortion. I regret not killing him. I fake being a good mom, and everyone buys it. They're all so stupid, even my husband, the man I thought could see past my bullshit. When I'm alone with the baby though, I can't smile. I can barely look at him. I make sure he's changed, bathed, fed and entertained, but I can't bring myself to love him. I hate myself for not loving my son.
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I used the condom to cover the banana
I've never told my husband this. We've been married for over 10 years.
When we were dating he found the torn edge of a condom wrapper by my bedside table. He immediately questioned me as we hadn't been using protection in a few weeks. In a panic I told him that I had unrolled one all the way to see if there was a serial number on them like my girlfriend had told me.
I don't think he bought my story but he never mentioned it again. He proposed to me and now we're married so I guess he let it slide.
THE TRUTH of the story is that I used the condom to cover the bananna I was masterbating with. I didn't want to put the actual fruit inside in case it got stuck inside me so a condom seemed logical. I thought I had cleaned up all traces of my efforts.
In my panic when confronted I quickly made up the story about the serial number. I must have sounded like an idiot.
Looking back I should have told him the truth. I can't tell him now because it'd be too embarassing and not worth the hassle.
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When we were dating he found the torn edge of a condom wrapper by my bedside table. He immediately questioned me as we hadn't been using protection in a few weeks. In a panic I told him that I had unrolled one all the way to see if there was a serial number on them like my girlfriend had told me.
I don't think he bought my story but he never mentioned it again. He proposed to me and now we're married so I guess he let it slide.
THE TRUTH of the story is that I used the condom to cover the bananna I was masterbating with. I didn't want to put the actual fruit inside in case it got stuck inside me so a condom seemed logical. I thought I had cleaned up all traces of my efforts.
In my panic when confronted I quickly made up the story about the serial number. I must have sounded like an idiot.
Looking back I should have told him the truth. I can't tell him now because it'd be too embarassing and not worth the hassle.
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I have short changed hundreds if not thousands
I am a cashier at a very well known department store. In the four years I have worked there I have shortchanged hundreds of people. A dollar here and there, sometimes even a five. I used to have problems counting change but as I got better, I realized I could still short change people and keep the money myself while playing the "oops I didn't count it right?". It pays for my smokes and gives me some drinkng money.
I don't feel that guilty about it. The people are there spending money anyway. What's a few dollars here and there?
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I don't feel that guilty about it. The people are there spending money anyway. What's a few dollars here and there?
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Sick of stepping in shit
I was thinking of how I can get back at my asshole neighbour and his dirty dogs. He's got at least five of the mutts running around the place shitting on everything. I constantly find myself cleaning dog shit off my property and my shoes but I don't own a dog.
I am going to start saving up the piles of shit. I shall collect them and then when I get a large amount, I shall throw it at his door. Cleaning shit off your door would not be fun.
Yes. I am going to do this. In fact, I shall take photos.
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I am going to start saving up the piles of shit. I shall collect them and then when I get a large amount, I shall throw it at his door. Cleaning shit off your door would not be fun.
Yes. I am going to do this. In fact, I shall take photos.
All you people who can't clean up your dog's shit, watch out!
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I caught him cheating
He doesn't know that I know but I do. I had my suspicions for months so I've been doing some home work. I have watched enough CSI that I feel confident I could get away with it. I just have to gather up the strength to see this through. After years of taking his abuse it's his turn to feel my pain. Thinking about it excites me.
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I don't normally condone violence against women but
Y esterday I wanted to punch my bank teller right in the mouth. The way she was looking at me, talking down to me. My blood pressure was already high due to the fact that it is always a song and dance when I walk in there.
I have been using this bank for over five years now, every two weeks I am there cashing my check. Every time I go in there, there is some sort of issue. My ID is no good, my signature doesn't match, I need to answer fifty skill testing questions and so on. Always a pain in the ass to bank there.
B ut yesterday was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Because my signature on my driver's license was scratched off a little, they gave me a hard time. I told them that they've accepted the same ID for over three years without issue, the same signature part was stratched years ago. They argued and argued and finally accepted the ID along with three other ID cards and a series of personal questions about my account balance's, address, blood type, dna sample you name it. So I did my business and promptly closed all my accounts, frustrated with the constant bullshit.
F unny thing is, when I went to close my accounts, a new employee dealt with me, unaware of my apparent ID issues. Without question, she accepts my ID to close all my accounts.
A ll accounts closed I walk out, but before I do I ask the all the tellers if they want to hear a joke. The whole bank stops moving, both customers and tellers stop talking to listen.
I say, "You gave me such a problem about my ID when all I was trying to do was continue to do business with your bank. Yet, when I went to close my accounts and pull all my money out of your bank, my ID was suddenly not a problem."
T he other customers laughed and nodded, while the tellers looked upset. The specific teller that was giving me a hard time earlier then tells me "I'll have to leave"
I respond, "I'll have to leave? Based on the way you treat customers here, you give me no choice"
I really wanted to punch her smug face right in the mouth but I've never put my hands on a woman before and this little bitch wasn't going to be the first. Ten years ago and I could have made a call and had her roughed up a little after work. She is so fucking lucky.
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...My ID is no good, my signature doesn't match, I need to answer fifty skill testing questions and so on. Always a pain in the ass to bank there...
I have been using this bank for over five years now, every two weeks I am there cashing my check. Every time I go in there, there is some sort of issue. My ID is no good, my signature doesn't match, I need to answer fifty skill testing questions and so on. Always a pain in the ass to bank there.
B ut yesterday was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Because my signature on my driver's license was scratched off a little, they gave me a hard time. I told them that they've accepted the same ID for over three years without issue, the same signature part was stratched years ago. They argued and argued and finally accepted the ID along with three other ID cards and a series of personal questions about my account balance's, address, blood type, dna sample you name it. So I did my business and promptly closed all my accounts, frustrated with the constant bullshit.
... I walk out, but before I do I ask the all the tellers if they want to hear a joke. The whole bank stops moving...
F unny thing is, when I went to close my accounts, a new employee dealt with me, unaware of my apparent ID issues. Without question, she accepts my ID to close all my accounts.
A ll accounts closed I walk out, but before I do I ask the all the tellers if they want to hear a joke. The whole bank stops moving, both customers and tellers stop talking to listen.
I say, "You gave me such a problem about my ID when all I was trying to do was continue to do business with your bank. Yet, when I went to close my accounts and pull all my money out of your bank, my ID was suddenly not a problem."
..."I'll have to leave? Based on the way you treat customers here, you give me no choice"...
T he other customers laughed and nodded, while the tellers looked upset. The specific teller that was giving me a hard time earlier then tells me "I'll have to leave"
I respond, "I'll have to leave? Based on the way you treat customers here, you give me no choice"
I really wanted to punch her smug face right in the mouth but I've never put my hands on a woman before and this little bitch wasn't going to be the first. Ten years ago and I could have made a call and had her roughed up a little after work. She is so fucking lucky.
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A story I cannot tell
I almost regret meeting you
I fell in love with you slowly, so naturally, surprising even myself. We had some shared interests and we fit together like puzzle pieces.
S adly, however, we are both married. I am unhappily married and ready to start my life for myself without the control and abuse. You can't decide if you are happy or not: evidently you are the one person in the world who has more guilt than I do. Rationally, you know that your wife has made her own bed and that she is a trial to you and your children. Yes, she has her flashes of being nice and rational, and then things are good for you, but then she has a meltdown, screaming fit and you get scared for your children, her, and yourself. You don't even feel so safe about leaving her at home with the kids to go to work to support her and keep her in the manner to which she has become accustomed. She was in a mental institution for six months. Do you think she just "got better" all by herself without drug therapy and counseling? I *know* you have fears of coming home and finding your children injured in some horrific way. You just don't talk about it.
I love you for wanting to honor your marriage vows but I am also really distressed that YOU never seem to come first, for anyone, ever (excpet me, lol, and I hardly count, right?). I am really distressed that you think your children are better off having an unstable, mean, sarcastic, angry, morose, depressive, controlling mother than having a stepmother with a career, a background in education, a sense of humor, and willingness to work hard.
I 'm left with the choice of staying in my barely tolerable marriage and keep loving you secretly, hopelessly, unproductively...or move on and get involved with someone else while knowing that my soulmate is out there, unavailable, unattainable. I'd feel like the biggest liar getting involved with another person while knowing he's not the right one.
S ometimes I think about killing myself because it's just too painful, but I cannot do that to my son. And I realize it's just wimpiness on my part. I almost regret meeting you, finding out that you were out there and perfect for me. It's been nearly a year. It's easy to rationalize the fact that "love" doesn't have to be/equal/mean living together, having babies together, or marriage.... but damn, it would be nice just to be able to touch you.
Minnesota is far away.
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...She was in a mental institution for six months. Do you think she just "got better" all by herself without drug therapy and counseling?...
S adly, however, we are both married. I am unhappily married and ready to start my life for myself without the control and abuse. You can't decide if you are happy or not: evidently you are the one person in the world who has more guilt than I do. Rationally, you know that your wife has made her own bed and that she is a trial to you and your children. Yes, she has her flashes of being nice and rational, and then things are good for you, but then she has a meltdown, screaming fit and you get scared for your children, her, and yourself. You don't even feel so safe about leaving her at home with the kids to go to work to support her and keep her in the manner to which she has become accustomed. She was in a mental institution for six months. Do you think she just "got better" all by herself without drug therapy and counseling? I *know* you have fears of coming home and finding your children injured in some horrific way. You just don't talk about it.
...I am really distressed that you think your children are better off having an unstable, mean, sarcastic, angry, morose, depressive, controlling mother...
I love you for wanting to honor your marriage vows but I am also really distressed that YOU never seem to come first, for anyone, ever (excpet me, lol, and I hardly count, right?). I am really distressed that you think your children are better off having an unstable, mean, sarcastic, angry, morose, depressive, controlling mother than having a stepmother with a career, a background in education, a sense of humor, and willingness to work hard.
I 'm left with the choice of staying in my barely tolerable marriage and keep loving you secretly, hopelessly, unproductively...or move on and get involved with someone else while knowing that my soulmate is out there, unavailable, unattainable. I'd feel like the biggest liar getting involved with another person while knowing he's not the right one.
...I almost regret meeting you, finding out that you were out there and perfect for me...
S ometimes I think about killing myself because it's just too painful, but I cannot do that to my son. And I realize it's just wimpiness on my part. I almost regret meeting you, finding out that you were out there and perfect for me. It's been nearly a year. It's easy to rationalize the fact that "love" doesn't have to be/equal/mean living together, having babies together, or marriage.... but damn, it would be nice just to be able to touch you.
Minnesota is far away.
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I trashed the house
Was invited to a house party in my early teens. Hadn't really been a drinker at that point just beers and shit. My buddy brought a 40 pounder of vodka and some OJ and it went downhill as soon as the bottle was opened. I must have drank half the bottle myself. I started a huge fight in the house and the living room was totalled. Then I went outside and started throwing rocks at the windows, breaking a few of them. To this day I still have no idea what came over me that night. I took off after someone said that the police were coming.
I only drink beer now.
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She acts like her shit doesn't stink
I was taking some files in to her office when I glanced at the garbage can. Lying on top of the trash was a pair of panties along with a bunched up pair of hose. Now I can't say for sure if they were hers, but, she didn't have any visitors in her office recently nor did I leave them there.
I couldn't help myself and picked up her panties. They were crusty and stained. How funny that I found such a nasty specimen in her garbage can. My boss, the clean-freak, the same woman who should wear gloves all the time because of her fear of dirt and germs. Now I can't even look at her without smirking.
She acts like her shit doesn't stink and as if her farts smell like pot pourri. Not only that, but she has some sort of dirt phobia. Always turning up her nose at the mention of anything not clean, and not even wanting to be near anything "germy". Knowing what I now know if going to make work much more bearable now.
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I couldn't help myself and picked up her panties. They were crusty and stained. How funny that I found such a nasty specimen in her garbage can. My boss, the clean-freak, the same woman who should wear gloves all the time because of her fear of dirt and germs. Now I can't even look at her without smirking.
She acts like her shit doesn't stink and as if her farts smell like pot pourri. Not only that, but she has some sort of dirt phobia. Always turning up her nose at the mention of anything not clean, and not even wanting to be near anything "germy". Knowing what I now know if going to make work much more bearable now.
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Underwear shopping and then a sleepover
I am 21. She's 16. We're unlikely friends, but we found ourselves hanging out with the same group of guys all the time, and we kind of bonded over the fact that sometimes it's just nice to talk to someone without watching them readjust their balls every five minutes. We started hanging out together, away from our little group. Nothing too crazy: we'd go underwear shopping, see movies together when the rest of gang bailed out on us (you fucks; yeah, The Corpse Bride was disappointing, but it's Tim Burton!). Then one day she suggests that we have a sleepover. I am against the idea, because it illustrates exactly what is weird about our friendship -- I'm an adult and too old for sleepovers, she is not.
O f course, I cave right the fuck in. Looking back, I guess it was always hard for me to deny her things; she's just so fucking cute. So she arrives at my house on a cold winter night, and we discuss how to spend the time. We both like watching horrible porn, so I download Bella Loves Jenna, one of the weirdest pornos I've ever seen, and set the DVD burner up. I have Tic-Tac-Toe shot glasses and some Cuban rum, and she drinks like a fish, so we watch a movie and play a few rounds. I lost several in row and abruptly quit, declaring that the porn should be ready for our consumption.
S he wants to play a drinking game. We'll do a shot every time something disturbing happens, she says. It'll be fun, she says. We do; it is. Eighteen shots later, the rum is gone. We get into the wine. Rather, she gets into the wine. I have half a glass while she tilts her head back and chugs from the bottle. I have a goofy grin on my face when I tell her we've had too much and should head to bed.
T he guest room is warm and inviting, and I am in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, while she is in a t-shirt and her underwear. We lay on our backs in the dark, talking about nothing, when she climbs on top of me and starts kissing me. She still has her retainer in. It's coloured to look like a watermelon and it knocks against my teeth, but I am already panting and kissing back while she tells me that this is my fault for being so fucking hot. We're rolling around and I'm sticking my hand up her shirt like a horny teenage boy and she stops me so that she can apologize for them being small and then my fingers graze the edge of her bra and suddenly the shirt and the bra are off and I can just make out those breasts and they are perfect, just fucking perfect.
I t's then that I wish I had left the bedside lamp on, because I want to remember exactly what her red hair looks like spilling across the pillows, the rise and fall of her chest, and the exact colour of that hardened nipple currently taking up residence in my mouth. She pulls me close to her and asks me to sleep with her, and somehow I find the strength to articulate just why that might be a bad idea. Her mouth forms a little moue of disappointment, and I almost change my mind right then. She evens things up by removing my shirt and bra, and we continue making out as I reach down to touch her through her underwear. The whole time we're kissing she makes these girlish little moans and her embarrassed apologies tell me she has no idea how fucking sexy they are and how they send a low rumble through my stomach that shoots straight to my groin.
S he's pressing down hard on my fingers now, thighs clamped shut around my right hand, while the left one tangles itself in her hair and my mouth is back to worshipping her breasts. For the next few minutes all I can hear is her panting and moaning, until her thighs free my hand and my mouth is back on hers. It is easy then, so easy to slide her thigh between my legs kiss her almost chastely, as if we weren't still half-naked in bed together. I pull her close to me and we fall asleep.
In the morning, we go out for breakfast. She squeezes my hand and we share secret smiles over our meals.
I promise myself it will be the last time, and it is.
Until we hung out last week. Of course, now I have more stories I cannot tell.
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...I have Tic-Tac-Toe shot glasses and some Cuban rum, and she drinks like a fish, so we watch a movie and play a few rounds...
O f course, I cave right the fuck in. Looking back, I guess it was always hard for me to deny her things; she's just so fucking cute. So she arrives at my house on a cold winter night, and we discuss how to spend the time. We both like watching horrible porn, so I download Bella Loves Jenna, one of the weirdest pornos I've ever seen, and set the DVD burner up. I have Tic-Tac-Toe shot glasses and some Cuban rum, and she drinks like a fish, so we watch a movie and play a few rounds. I lost several in row and abruptly quit, declaring that the porn should be ready for our consumption.
S he wants to play a drinking game. We'll do a shot every time something disturbing happens, she says. It'll be fun, she says. We do; it is. Eighteen shots later, the rum is gone. We get into the wine. Rather, she gets into the wine. I have half a glass while she tilts her head back and chugs from the bottle. I have a goofy grin on my face when I tell her we've had too much and should head to bed.
...She still has her retainer in. It's coloured to look like a watermelon and it knocks against my teeth, but I am already panting and kissing back while she tells me that this is my fault for being so fucking hot...
T he guest room is warm and inviting, and I am in a t-shirt and pajama bottoms, while she is in a t-shirt and her underwear. We lay on our backs in the dark, talking about nothing, when she climbs on top of me and starts kissing me. She still has her retainer in. It's coloured to look like a watermelon and it knocks against my teeth, but I am already panting and kissing back while she tells me that this is my fault for being so fucking hot. We're rolling around and I'm sticking my hand up her shirt like a horny teenage boy and she stops me so that she can apologize for them being small and then my fingers graze the edge of her bra and suddenly the shirt and the bra are off and I can just make out those breasts and they are perfect, just fucking perfect.
I t's then that I wish I had left the bedside lamp on, because I want to remember exactly what her red hair looks like spilling across the pillows, the rise and fall of her chest, and the exact colour of that hardened nipple currently taking up residence in my mouth. She pulls me close to her and asks me to sleep with her, and somehow I find the strength to articulate just why that might be a bad idea. Her mouth forms a little moue of disappointment, and I almost change my mind right then. She evens things up by removing my shirt and bra, and we continue making out as I reach down to touch her through her underwear. The whole time we're kissing she makes these girlish little moans and her embarrassed apologies tell me she has no idea how fucking sexy they are and how they send a low rumble through my stomach that shoots straight to my groin.
...In the morning, we go out for breakfast. She squeezes my hand and we share secret smiles over our meals...
S he's pressing down hard on my fingers now, thighs clamped shut around my right hand, while the left one tangles itself in her hair and my mouth is back to worshipping her breasts. For the next few minutes all I can hear is her panting and moaning, until her thighs free my hand and my mouth is back on hers. It is easy then, so easy to slide her thigh between my legs kiss her almost chastely, as if we weren't still half-naked in bed together. I pull her close to me and we fall asleep.
In the morning, we go out for breakfast. She squeezes my hand and we share secret smiles over our meals.
I promise myself it will be the last time, and it is.
Until we hung out last week. Of course, now I have more stories I cannot tell.
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I wish you weren't married
I hope everything is okay. You didn't come in to work today. I'm sitting here, looking at your empty desk and thinking about all the things I'd like to say to you.
I'm not able to tell you how much you turn me on. I watch your every move at work. I peek at you each time you cross your legs when you answer the phone. I get turned on when you put on your sexy reading glasses. Every time you walk down the hall, I can't stop looking ar your ass. When ever you wear your hair up, I imagine us in bed and me taking it all down. I think about how your hair would feel as it falls on me.
I have on more than one occasion, taken something from your desk like a pen, stack of post-it's and ever papers and dropped them on the floor. I then pretend to be busy working while waiting for you to pick them up. Then, if I am lucky I can catch a glimpse of your cleavage, the swell of your breasts. I have to stop writing this and go to lunch now. I wonder why you aren't here today.
I wish you were not married. Then I'd make some moves. I'm not a cheater and wouldn't want to tempt you to have an affair. If you ever leave your husband, I'm going to ask you out! Until then this is a story I cannot tell.
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I'm not able to tell you how much you turn me on. I watch your every move at work. I peek at you each time you cross your legs when you answer the phone. I get turned on when you put on your sexy reading glasses. Every time you walk down the hall, I can't stop looking ar your ass. When ever you wear your hair up, I imagine us in bed and me taking it all down. I think about how your hair would feel as it falls on me.
...I wish you were not married. Then I'd make some moves. I'm not a cheater and wouldn't want to tempt you to have an affair...
I have on more than one occasion, taken something from your desk like a pen, stack of post-it's and ever papers and dropped them on the floor. I then pretend to be busy working while waiting for you to pick them up. Then, if I am lucky I can catch a glimpse of your cleavage, the swell of your breasts. I have to stop writing this and go to lunch now. I wonder why you aren't here today.
I wish you were not married. Then I'd make some moves. I'm not a cheater and wouldn't want to tempt you to have an affair. If you ever leave your husband, I'm going to ask you out! Until then this is a story I cannot tell.
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My uncle abused me
I was abused by my uncle as a kid. I know I am not the only one that this has happened to but I can't really tell anybody about it. I sure as shit can't tell my parents or my friends. The only good part is that same uncle died in a car wreck a few months after the last time he messed with me. Murphy's Law was in full effect that day. I didn't see a point to bring it up after he died. Yesterday was the 10 year anniversay of his death and the nasty memories started coming back to me. I was glad when he died. I didn't have to worry about him anymore.
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