I have been cheating on my husband with three different men, two of which got me pregnant so I had to abort. This bothers me in a few ways like the fact that we've been married for almost four years and STILL I haven't gotten pregnant from him. I guess he must be sterile because these other men didn't seen to have any problems impregnating me.
Another problem is that I am so desperate to have a child that I am considering leaving him to have a baby. I can't tell anyone because they will think that I am a slut or something. I have needs and he's not meeting them so I might as well go somewhere else right????????
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Finger banging my step-sister with a shot glass
The title speaks volumes for my first story here. I was with Jason and Jesse at the bar when Jesse picks up this girl named Haven. When she was introduced to me I laughed out loud at her name, but found her familiar somehow. Once the laughter subsided we quickly realized this girl was down for whatever.
We had a few more drinks and a couple more shooters before heading home to party some more. A couple of lines were chalked and more bottles popped. Next thing I knew she was on the floor making out with Jason. I grabbed my beer and sat down on the couch to watch the show. Haven was pretty drunk by this point and she had no inhibitions. She took her shirt off(nice tits!) and had her hand down Jason's pants seconds later.
Jesse looks at me and smiles, then lays down on the floor on the other side off Haven. She starts rubbing his junk through his pants while he sucks on her titties.
I decide to play DJ while the three of them fuck around. I pop in a couple CD's then return to my spot on the couch. Both Jason and Jesse are getting handjobs and they both have a boob each to suck on. It's looking pretty sweet and it's all happening on our living room floor.
Jesse removes Havens jeans and her thong. She's nicely shaven I notice with a little patch on top. Jesse starts rubbing her then suddenly gets up and goes to the kitchen. He opens a few cupboard doors before finding what he wanted. He returns with one of our shot glasses we brought back from Cabo. It's a long and slender one, 2 oz shot glass or something.
Jesse licks the outside of the shotglass then sticks it inside Haven! I had to put a pillow over my face to keep from laughing. I didn't want to ruin the mood. So Jesse's finger banging Haven with a shot glass while she's sucking on Jason now.
I had enough. I unzip and motion for Jesse to move over. I start screwing Haven and noticed that she felt pretty tight which is a good thing. I look up and see that she's hooking up both Jesse and Jason with hummers now and I continue working her down below. Seconds later I feel the twitch so I take myself out and bust on her belly. I quickly get up and grab some paper towels and clean her off so that the other two guys could get in there.
I grab my beer and do another line before sitting back down on the couch. I watch as Jesse and Jason takes turns with her. The best part is that she smiled and she totally enjoyed the whole thing!
Oh and the reason why I can't tell this to anyone? I found out a few months later why this girl seemed so familiar to me. I went to our family's reunion and there she was. Turns out she was my recently new(He's been married to my Moms for about a year) Step-Father's daughter from his first marriage! I had only seen her in passing before, never even knew her name. I don't live at home anymore so I never even heard my step-father talk about her.
The reunion was pretty sweet BTW. I ended up making out with Haven again and we hooked up that same night for some good sex. I am not sure if this is wrong, we aren't related by blood. Whatever. She's a real good lay.
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We had a few more drinks and a couple more shooters before heading home to party some more. A couple of lines were chalked and more bottles popped. Next thing I knew she was on the floor making out with Jason. I grabbed my beer and sat down on the couch to watch the show. Haven was pretty drunk by this point and she had no inhibitions. She took her shirt off(nice tits!) and had her hand down Jason's pants seconds later.
Jesse looks at me and smiles, then lays down on the floor on the other side off Haven. She starts rubbing his junk through his pants while he sucks on her titties.
I decide to play DJ while the three of them fuck around. I pop in a couple CD's then return to my spot on the couch. Both Jason and Jesse are getting handjobs and they both have a boob each to suck on. It's looking pretty sweet and it's all happening on our living room floor.
Jesse removes Havens jeans and her thong. She's nicely shaven I notice with a little patch on top. Jesse starts rubbing her then suddenly gets up and goes to the kitchen. He opens a few cupboard doors before finding what he wanted. He returns with one of our shot glasses we brought back from Cabo. It's a long and slender one, 2 oz shot glass or something.
Jesse licks the outside of the shotglass then sticks it inside Haven! I had to put a pillow over my face to keep from laughing. I didn't want to ruin the mood. So Jesse's finger banging Haven with a shot glass while she's sucking on Jason now.
I had enough. I unzip and motion for Jesse to move over. I start screwing Haven and noticed that she felt pretty tight which is a good thing. I look up and see that she's hooking up both Jesse and Jason with hummers now and I continue working her down below. Seconds later I feel the twitch so I take myself out and bust on her belly. I quickly get up and grab some paper towels and clean her off so that the other two guys could get in there.
I grab my beer and do another line before sitting back down on the couch. I watch as Jesse and Jason takes turns with her. The best part is that she smiled and she totally enjoyed the whole thing!
Oh and the reason why I can't tell this to anyone? I found out a few months later why this girl seemed so familiar to me. I went to our family's reunion and there she was. Turns out she was my recently new(He's been married to my Moms for about a year) Step-Father's daughter from his first marriage! I had only seen her in passing before, never even knew her name. I don't live at home anymore so I never even heard my step-father talk about her.
The reunion was pretty sweet BTW. I ended up making out with Haven again and we hooked up that same night for some good sex. I am not sure if this is wrong, we aren't related by blood. Whatever. She's a real good lay.
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An affair with a soon to be married man
I think I've fallen for a guy who is getting married in 7 months. It started out as fuck buddies. I knew the deal from the beginning and was OK with that. He turned out to be a lot more sensitive and sweeter then I ever thought his tough exterior would let him admit to. BUT alas he has the 2.5 kids and the (practically) wife at home and has made himself completely clear that there is no way he will leave her for me or anyone else. Yet in the same breathe he will tell me he thinks of me constantly and that he has caught feelings for me. Until he told me that I was ok just thinking it was me who was starting to feel something.
I know this is classic wanting his cake and eating it to and every inch of me screams to run away from this but I don't want to. I'm a reasonably intelligent female who has been around the block more then her share of the time and I just know no good can come of this but yet still i subject myself to it. Sexually he is by far the best lover I have ever had and I think he feels the same way. Shame he made the choices he made earlier on in life cause I think we fit pretty well together. So I just told him this fling will be over one month before his wedding and that will be the last day we speak to each other. Secretly I hope he leaves her. On the other hand there is no way I could be in a relationship with him even if he did leave her because I couldn't trust him (kinda ironic cause he cheated on his ex wife with his current fiancee, oy vey!)
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I know this is classic wanting his cake and eating it to and every inch of me screams to run away from this but I don't want to. I'm a reasonably intelligent female who has been around the block more then her share of the time and I just know no good can come of this but yet still i subject myself to it. Sexually he is by far the best lover I have ever had and I think he feels the same way. Shame he made the choices he made earlier on in life cause I think we fit pretty well together. So I just told him this fling will be over one month before his wedding and that will be the last day we speak to each other. Secretly I hope he leaves her. On the other hand there is no way I could be in a relationship with him even if he did leave her because I couldn't trust him (kinda ironic cause he cheated on his ex wife with his current fiancee, oy vey!)
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I am a cyber slut and I'm supposed to be married.
I'm supposed to be married. At least that is what our certificate says and the wedding rings we bought. We've been married for just over 5 year and I can tell you, the honeymoon has been over for a long time. We should be celebrating our 6 year anniversary in 1 week and I should be out buying her something nice. Instead I am writing this story because I can't tell her.
I've been on lavalife for 3 months now. I have a profile in all three sections. I have fucked probably 25+ women from the Intimate section, had drinks and hung out with around 15 women from the Dating section and probably 5 or so from the Relationship section. it is like an all-you-can-eat buffet of sex for me. I get any shape, size and colour I want. I've fucked young girls and a lot of older ones. The best part is that it doesn't cost me that much and I get all the sex I need and want.
I keep telling her that our marriage isn't working and that I am not happy. She insists that everything is fine. I don't understand. Instead of me staying unhappy I decided to make myself happy.
As soon as our house is paid off I am going to leave her.
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I've been on lavalife for 3 months now. I have a profile in all three sections. I have fucked probably 25+ women from the Intimate section, had drinks and hung out with around 15 women from the Dating section and probably 5 or so from the Relationship section. it is like an all-you-can-eat buffet of sex for me. I get any shape, size and colour I want. I've fucked young girls and a lot of older ones. The best part is that it doesn't cost me that much and I get all the sex I need and want.
I keep telling her that our marriage isn't working and that I am not happy. She insists that everything is fine. I don't understand. Instead of me staying unhappy I decided to make myself happy.
As soon as our house is paid off I am going to leave her.
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My girlfriend's stepmother came on to me
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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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How the worst day/night of my life started
"Nigger lover" was how it all started. The worst day/night of my life.Here's how it went down.
I was doing time for some shit I had done in my teens. Sentenced to just under a year, I was doing state time in a rough jail.
I had always gotten along well with black people having grown up in the 'hood. While on lock down I gravitated towards the kinds of people I knew. I did stand out being white but that had never stopped me before from hanging around mostly blacks and I never thought twice about it. I went with what I knew.
So...I keep having problems with this one asshole screw. He is power-tripping like no other. He's also very small and I'm very tall so I think "Small-Man Syndrome" is affecting him. Him and I keep butting heads about going to yard or using the phones. It seems like constant battle with him for no real reason.
So the fateful day he seems like he's real pissed off. He comes into the range and tells everyone that not only are we not getting our phones turned on, but we aren’t allowed to go out to the yard. A few of the other cons bitch and moan but no one speaks up.
I do.
I approach the little guard and ask him what's up. He is aggressive from the start, getting right into my face. He asks me if I have some sort of "fucking problem"
I tell him I do.
He asks me what I am going to do about it.
I shrug my shoulders because at that point I had no idea what I could do about it. He is a guard, I am a convict. Nuff said.
He gets even closer in my face and tells me that I'm only angry because I can't "hang with the homies" as he puts it.
I ask him to repeat himself, hoping that the "homies" around us are listening to his bullshit.
He's moving right up to me now, only inches away. My heart is racing. On the street I would have already rocked this guy if he got so close to me. This is jail so shit's different.
He whispers.” You are quite kind of nigger lover aren't you Con? I see you hanging out with them all the time. I've been watching you. Angry 'cause you can't go play basketball?"
I really didn't hear the last things he said. I was already telling him to go fuck himself as soon as the word "nigger" escaped his lips.
He pushes me and it knocks me back couple feet.
I look at an old-school Federal guy that was there waiting to be transferred. I ask him, "That was assault right??"
He says, "Hell yeah it was and I saw it all"
So I respond, "So this will be self-defence."
I punch the guard right above his eye, hitting the orbital bone causing a huge cut above his eye. The flap of skin falls down, covering his eye and causing blood to start streaming down. He face changes from anger to panic.
As soon as I had make contact, his partner outside the gate hit the panic button. I can hear the sirens as the little guard gets his balance and launches himself at me. I've got him in a headlock, throwing uppercut after uppercut into his face. He's trying to fight back but it's not even close. He's 5'6" and maybe 160lbs while at the time I was 6'4" 250lbs and angry at the world and now him.
I notice the rest of the cons race to get against the wall as me and the guard are wrestling. I glance over at the gate to see a line of guards waiting to get in. They are all dressed in riot gear.
Within seconds they are in the range with us. I last for about 20 seconds, trying my best to cover up and still throw some punches.
They throw me up against the wall and I black out.
The next thing I remember, I am hogtied and on the floor in the hallway. I have blood streaming down my face and my jumpsuit is all ripped. My whole body hurts.
There are around 10 guards there. The Goon Squad. They are the biggest fucking guards in the jail and I'm sure I've never even seen 1/2 of them before. They must have shipped them in from Norway or something. They are like vikings. Fucking huge Neandrathal guys.
They pick me up like I am a pig on a stake being taken to get cooked.
Into the steel lined elevator we go. Once the doors shut, all hell breaks loose.
They all start punching and kicking and grabbing me. I try to block the kidney shots with my elbows but they pin me in the corner, shove my face into the metal corner of the elevator so i can't see.
I try and turn my head to get a look at them, but one guard nearly pokes my eye out with his leather gloved hand.
Another guard reaches down and grabs my balls and squeezes hard enough that I almost faint. They continue beating me until suddenly everything stops.
The elevator door had opened.
They drag me out and drag me down the hallway towards solitary. We get closer to the big steel door and I notice I seem to be heading towards the frame of the door. At the very last moment I manage to move my head out of the way just as they slam me into the steel door frame. The impact breaks my collar bone. I scream my head off.
They continue dragging me until we reach the hole. One of them opens the cell door then 4 of them launch me into the cell, still hogtied. I land on my stomach and slide right into the concrete stool with my now broken collar bone. I pass out again from the pain.
I am not sure how long I am out for but when I wake up there is another bunch of guards in my cell. They are removing my shackles and cuffs. They are being extra rough it seems. My kidneys are taking a pounding and my broken collarbone is being ignored.
They tell me to take off my clothes. I tell them I can't because my shoulder is broken. That wasn't even out of my mouth when suddenly they start ripping my clothes right off my body. They tear my jumpsuit and drawers right off followed by my undershirt. They rip my skin under my arms and between my legs while doing this.
I'm bleeding from around 7 different areas now. They've got me naked. They put my shackles and cuffs back on and leave me on the floor naked and bleeding.
Then they leave the cell, lock the door and open the slider on the window so they can see in. For the next 2 hours before they finally send a nurse in, different guards walk past and call me names and tell me that I better watch out and that I shouldn't have hit one of them.
I start to cry now out of pain and a little bit of fear.
The nurse comes, I tell her what happened and she doesn't seem to give a shit.
They make me sign a bunch of papers saying that they did nothing wrong. Out of fear I quickly sign the papers. They lock me back up and I lie there for the rest of the night, naked and bleeding.
The morning comes and they tell me they are going to transfer me to another jail for my own safety. After allowing me to clean the crusted blood off my face they let me pee. Bloody urine and I know my kidneys are damaged. I do a quick rundown of what they did.
1 broken collar bone. 1 broken nose. 2 broken ribs. Untold kidney damage. Almost ruptured testicles. Cracked front tooth. Ear ripped. Skin tore under arms, between legs. Numerous bruises and two black eyes.
I get to the bullpen and run into one of the guys from my range. He quickly tells everyone else what I had done. Word quickly spreads that I am the one that kicked the shit out of that asshole guard that no one liked. Suddenly I am quite popular.
They transfer me to another jail and keep me in the hole for two weeks. Once I get upstairs and into normal cells, words travels and again I am treated extra special by the other inmates and even given a little more space by the guards.
Even though that night was the worst event that had ever happened to me, it made me much stronger knowing that 10 big men couldn't beat me down. That alone has gotten me past some troubled times since.
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I was doing time for some shit I had done in my teens. Sentenced to just under a year, I was doing state time in a rough jail.
I had always gotten along well with black people having grown up in the 'hood. While on lock down I gravitated towards the kinds of people I knew. I did stand out being white but that had never stopped me before from hanging around mostly blacks and I never thought twice about it. I went with what I knew.
So...I keep having problems with this one asshole screw. He is power-tripping like no other. He's also very small and I'm very tall so I think "Small-Man Syndrome" is affecting him. Him and I keep butting heads about going to yard or using the phones. It seems like constant battle with him for no real reason.
So the fateful day he seems like he's real pissed off. He comes into the range and tells everyone that not only are we not getting our phones turned on, but we aren’t allowed to go out to the yard. A few of the other cons bitch and moan but no one speaks up.
I do.
I approach the little guard and ask him what's up. He is aggressive from the start, getting right into my face. He asks me if I have some sort of "fucking problem"
I tell him I do.
...You are quite kind of nigger lover aren't you Con? I see you hanging out with them all the time. I've been watching you. Angry 'cause you can't go play basketball?"...
He asks me what I am going to do about it.
I shrug my shoulders because at that point I had no idea what I could do about it. He is a guard, I am a convict. Nuff said.
He gets even closer in my face and tells me that I'm only angry because I can't "hang with the homies" as he puts it.
I ask him to repeat himself, hoping that the "homies" around us are listening to his bullshit.
He's moving right up to me now, only inches away. My heart is racing. On the street I would have already rocked this guy if he got so close to me. This is jail so shit's different.
He whispers.” You are quite kind of nigger lover aren't you Con? I see you hanging out with them all the time. I've been watching you. Angry 'cause you can't go play basketball?"
I really didn't hear the last things he said. I was already telling him to go fuck himself as soon as the word "nigger" escaped his lips.
He pushes me and it knocks me back couple feet.
I look at an old-school Federal guy that was there waiting to be transferred. I ask him, "That was assault right??"
He says, "Hell yeah it was and I saw it all"
So I respond, "So this will be self-defence."
I punch the guard right above his eye, hitting the orbital bone causing a huge cut above his eye. The flap of skin falls down, covering his eye and causing blood to start streaming down. He face changes from anger to panic.
As soon as I had make contact, his partner outside the gate hit the panic button. I can hear the sirens as the little guard gets his balance and launches himself at me. I've got him in a headlock, throwing uppercut after uppercut into his face. He's trying to fight back but it's not even close. He's 5'6" and maybe 160lbs while at the time I was 6'4" 250lbs and angry at the world and now him.
I notice the rest of the cons race to get against the wall as me and the guard are wrestling. I glance over at the gate to see a line of guards waiting to get in. They are all dressed in riot gear.
Within seconds they are in the range with us. I last for about 20 seconds, trying my best to cover up and still throw some punches.
They throw me up against the wall and I black out.
...1 broken collar bone. 1 broken nose. 2 broken ribs. Untold kidney damage. Almost ruptured testicles. Cracked front tooth. Ear ripped. Skin tore under arms, between legs. Numerous bruises and two black eyes...
The next thing I remember, I am hogtied and on the floor in the hallway. I have blood streaming down my face and my jumpsuit is all ripped. My whole body hurts.
There are around 10 guards there. The Goon Squad. They are the biggest fucking guards in the jail and I'm sure I've never even seen 1/2 of them before. They must have shipped them in from Norway or something. They are like vikings. Fucking huge Neandrathal guys.
They pick me up like I am a pig on a stake being taken to get cooked.
Into the steel lined elevator we go. Once the doors shut, all hell breaks loose.
They all start punching and kicking and grabbing me. I try to block the kidney shots with my elbows but they pin me in the corner, shove my face into the metal corner of the elevator so i can't see.
I try and turn my head to get a look at them, but one guard nearly pokes my eye out with his leather gloved hand.
Another guard reaches down and grabs my balls and squeezes hard enough that I almost faint. They continue beating me until suddenly everything stops.
The elevator door had opened.
They drag me out and drag me down the hallway towards solitary. We get closer to the big steel door and I notice I seem to be heading towards the frame of the door. At the very last moment I manage to move my head out of the way just as they slam me into the steel door frame. The impact breaks my collar bone. I scream my head off.
They continue dragging me until we reach the hole. One of them opens the cell door then 4 of them launch me into the cell, still hogtied. I land on my stomach and slide right into the concrete stool with my now broken collar bone. I pass out again from the pain.
I am not sure how long I am out for but when I wake up there is another bunch of guards in my cell. They are removing my shackles and cuffs. They are being extra rough it seems. My kidneys are taking a pounding and my broken collarbone is being ignored.
They tell me to take off my clothes. I tell them I can't because my shoulder is broken. That wasn't even out of my mouth when suddenly they start ripping my clothes right off my body. They tear my jumpsuit and drawers right off followed by my undershirt. They rip my skin under my arms and between my legs while doing this.
...They lock me back up and I lie there for the rest of the night, naked and bleeding...
I'm bleeding from around 7 different areas now. They've got me naked. They put my shackles and cuffs back on and leave me on the floor naked and bleeding.
Then they leave the cell, lock the door and open the slider on the window so they can see in. For the next 2 hours before they finally send a nurse in, different guards walk past and call me names and tell me that I better watch out and that I shouldn't have hit one of them.
I start to cry now out of pain and a little bit of fear.
The nurse comes, I tell her what happened and she doesn't seem to give a shit.
They make me sign a bunch of papers saying that they did nothing wrong. Out of fear I quickly sign the papers. They lock me back up and I lie there for the rest of the night, naked and bleeding.
The morning comes and they tell me they are going to transfer me to another jail for my own safety. After allowing me to clean the crusted blood off my face they let me pee. Bloody urine and I know my kidneys are damaged. I do a quick rundown of what they did.
1 broken collar bone. 1 broken nose. 2 broken ribs. Untold kidney damage. Almost ruptured testicles. Cracked front tooth. Ear ripped. Skin tore under arms, between legs. Numerous bruises and two black eyes.
I get to the bullpen and run into one of the guys from my range. He quickly tells everyone else what I had done. Word quickly spreads that I am the one that kicked the shit out of that asshole guard that no one liked. Suddenly I am quite popular.
They transfer me to another jail and keep me in the hole for two weeks. Once I get upstairs and into normal cells, words travels and again I am treated extra special by the other inmates and even given a little more space by the guards.
Even though that night was the worst event that had ever happened to me, it made me much stronger knowing that 10 big men couldn't beat me down. That alone has gotten me past some troubled times since.
ex-con
Location kept secret
Worst job of his life. Serving crack heads
A friend told me his story recently about when he worked in a crack house. He told me that he saw many different kinds of people walk in the door. Full-on cracked out crack heads, to hookers and sometimes even people that looked like they were in business on a lunch break! He told me on more than one occasion he someone he used to know from school would come in all cracked out with a frothy mouth and the jitters.
He told me he only worked there for a month or so because he needed some extra cash and he knew a guy that could get him quick cash. He said it was the worst job of his life by far.
D.K.
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He told me he only worked there for a month or so because he needed some extra cash and he knew a guy that could get him quick cash. He said it was the worst job of his life by far.
D.K.
Location kept secret
What was I thinking?
When I acted improperly towards a client this morning I must have been in medical distress. There isn't another explanation. I am not sure what came over me. I found myself making comments I have never made towards someone before, overtly sexual and not appropriate in a business setting. I was pretty bold. After re-living the whole conversation over lunch I realized my behaviour this morning could have cost me my job.
My only saving grace is that the client was not offended. That realization excites me to no end, but the larger problem is the statue of my employment. I'll never make that mistake again.
Not leaving my name and never mind where I work.
My only saving grace is that the client was not offended. That realization excites me to no end, but the larger problem is the statue of my employment. I'll never make that mistake again.
Not leaving my name and never mind where I work.
I want to get my boobs done
I talked to my friends and they all support me. I haven't asked my dad yet but my mom thinks it is okay. My dad is harsh religious so I kinda know what he will think. He already thinks I dress to slutty when I don't. I want to just go get them and not even tell him. I just don't know if I will get away with it.
I cannot tell my dad. He will lose respect for me if I do. Will he be more angry if I don't tell him and just do it?
Help!
Name kept secret
Location kept secret
I cannot tell my dad. He will lose respect for me if I do. Will he be more angry if I don't tell him and just do it?
Help!
Name kept secret
Location kept secret
Somebody's grandfather
I was using a online dating service and having tons of fun dating and meeting new people. I went on quite a few good dates and a few that I'd rather forget.
There is one that I will mention. I found out that he lived close to me, only a couple blocks away. He asked if it bothered me that he was older. I asked him if it bothered him that I was younger. We both said no!
He asked me to come over. I told a friend where Iw as going and who with, just in case things went weird. I walked over to his loft, shared a rum and coke and then we started making out. He was a good kisser for an old guy. We ended up making lust, then I hurried out of there as fast as I could.
I ran home laughing, thinking about the fact that I just did someone's grandfather. Not only that, but he was pretty good! He told me he was like wine and got better with age.
Name kept secret
Winnipeg, Manitoba
...shared a rum and coke and then we started making out. He was a good kisser for an old guy...
There is one that I will mention. I found out that he lived close to me, only a couple blocks away. He asked if it bothered me that he was older. I asked him if it bothered him that I was younger. We both said no!
He asked me to come over. I told a friend where Iw as going and who with, just in case things went weird. I walked over to his loft, shared a rum and coke and then we started making out. He was a good kisser for an old guy. We ended up making lust, then I hurried out of there as fast as I could.
I ran home laughing, thinking about the fact that I just did someone's grandfather. Not only that, but he was pretty good! He told me he was like wine and got better with age.
Name kept secret
Winnipeg, Manitoba
Dad
My dad has been having problems lately. He is on the verge of losing his job because of cutbacks he says. He also knows about moms secret boyfriend now. I know he's getting worse because 3 times last week he came home drunk. He was driving too so that makes it even worse. Mom knows and they've fought about it but it hasn't changed. I think I should call the police next time he calls to say he is coming home. I'll call them and report a drunk driver. My family is falling apart in front of my eyes.
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Location kept secret
Name kept secret
Location kept secret
No more wine.
I threw a New Years Party at my apartment a few years ago. I invite the whole apartment block plus many friends and of course my girlfriend. Party was a blast, everyone had fun. It's about 5 in the morning and everyone that's staying over is situated and it's time for my girlfriend and I to bring in the new year.
I lay her down on my bed. I stand at the foot of the bed and start doing a strip tease for her. I stumble in my drunken state, then fall backwards into my closet, ripping the door right off.
Still playing cool, I shake it off and resume my stripping, even though she's laughing a little. I am finally buck nekkid and I lay down beside her.
Then it starts.
First a gurgle in my throat. Then the room starts spinning. She's laying beside me, we're about a foot apart, face to face.
The bed spins, my head spins, I feel sick.
Before I could even move, I puked. Now, when I say puke, I mean like the scene in Stand By Me when they do the pie eating contest. Projectile-type vomiting.
I hit her right in the face, full force. There was so much puke, there was an outline of her on the wall behind her, only where her head was, there wasn't any puke.
It was bad news. I had drank red wine and white wine, Jim Beam and then had some conversations with my buddy Jack Daniels. Top that off with a few shots of Tequila and I puked right in her face.
We stopped dating shortly after.
Want to know the irony? I used to call her "stank-breath" behind her back. She had some major halitosis.(sp?)
Guess I was the stank-breath that night!
Wruf in Ottawa
I lay her down on my bed. I stand at the foot of the bed and start doing a strip tease for her. I stumble in my drunken state, then fall backwards into my closet, ripping the door right off.
Still playing cool, I shake it off and resume my stripping, even though she's laughing a little. I am finally buck nekkid and I lay down beside her.
Then it starts.
First a gurgle in my throat. Then the room starts spinning. She's laying beside me, we're about a foot apart, face to face.
The bed spins, my head spins, I feel sick.
Before I could even move, I puked. Now, when I say puke, I mean like the scene in Stand By Me when they do the pie eating contest. Projectile-type vomiting.
I hit her right in the face, full force. There was so much puke, there was an outline of her on the wall behind her, only where her head was, there wasn't any puke.
It was bad news. I had drank red wine and white wine, Jim Beam and then had some conversations with my buddy Jack Daniels. Top that off with a few shots of Tequila and I puked right in her face.
We stopped dating shortly after.
Want to know the irony? I used to call her "stank-breath" behind her back. She had some major halitosis.(sp?)
Guess I was the stank-breath that night!
Wruf in Ottawa
The guy left his finger behind
We got the news that this family was going to be out of town and they had dope stereo equipment dvd's computers and shit. 8 of us go in the next night through the sliding glass door in the bakyard.
We split up when we get inside. I went upstairs and in to a bedroom looking for something small. I found a watch and a walkman so I grabbed them. I went in to another room when I heard someone loudly whispering in the hallway. I went out and saw 3 of the other guys all looking scared. I asked them what's up and they pointed in to another bedroom. There was 2 people sleeping in the bed! Seconds later we all panicked and everyone bolted downstairs not even being quiet anymore.
We ran out the back door and up over the tall chainlink fence. The biggest guy there was one of the last to get over the fence and when he got up and over, he dropped pretty fast. The screaming started when he hit the ground.
The guy left his finger behind. No shit. He had a huge gold ring on and it got hung up on the top of the fence. He screamed as he landed on the other side of the fence. I we turned around when we heard him scream. It was so nasty. The guy was fucked. One of the guys went up and got the finger down.
It was bad. I saw what was left behind. There was just a shiny white bone there and some stuff hanging down. We got back to the car and tied it up tight and drove him to the emergency. He was crying and yelling and we were yelling and screaming the whole way to his hospital.
They couldn't re-attact it. He told people he shot it off by accident. Guess he wanted to sound all hardcore. He didn't want to tell the real story cause he sounds like a dumbass.
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...There was 2 people sleeping in the bed! Seconds later we all panicked and everyone bolted...
We split up when we get inside. I went upstairs and in to a bedroom looking for something small. I found a watch and a walkman so I grabbed them. I went in to another room when I heard someone loudly whispering in the hallway. I went out and saw 3 of the other guys all looking scared. I asked them what's up and they pointed in to another bedroom. There was 2 people sleeping in the bed! Seconds later we all panicked and everyone bolted downstairs not even being quiet anymore.
We ran out the back door and up over the tall chainlink fence. The biggest guy there was one of the last to get over the fence and when he got up and over, he dropped pretty fast. The screaming started when he hit the ground.
It was bad. I saw what was left behind. There was just a shiny white bone there and some stuff hanging down.
The guy left his finger behind. No shit. He had a huge gold ring on and it got hung up on the top of the fence. He screamed as he landed on the other side of the fence. I we turned around when we heard him scream. It was so nasty. The guy was fucked. One of the guys went up and got the finger down.
It was bad. I saw what was left behind. There was just a shiny white bone there and some stuff hanging down. We got back to the car and tied it up tight and drove him to the emergency. He was crying and yelling and we were yelling and screaming the whole way to his hospital.
They couldn't re-attact it. He told people he shot it off by accident. Guess he wanted to sound all hardcore. He didn't want to tell the real story cause he sounds like a dumbass.
Name withheld upon request
Location withheld upon request
He did my girlfriends mother
My buddy did. One night me and him went over to her house to pick her up so we could go
to the movies. While we were waiting for my girl to come downstairs, my buddy was totally flirting with her mom, and she was giving it right back! My girl's dada was out of the picture and her mom was a total cougar. finally my girl came down and we left.
2 days later my buddy calls me and tells me that the next night, he went back and started kissing up my girls mother. He told me that within minutes they were doing it on the living room couch then the floor. Then he said he fucked my girlfriends mom! Right there in the house. He told me that my girl wasn't home, she was at school. I'm kinda jealous her mom is hot!
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Somewhere in Philly
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to the movies. While we were waiting for my girl to come downstairs, my buddy was totally flirting with her mom, and she was giving it right back! My girl's dada was out of the picture and her mom was a total cougar. finally my girl came down and we left.
2 days later my buddy calls me and tells me that the next night, he went back and started kissing up my girls mother. He told me that within minutes they were doing it on the living room couch then the floor. Then he said he fucked my girlfriends mom! Right there in the house. He told me that my girl wasn't home, she was at school. I'm kinda jealous her mom is hot!
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Somewhere in Philly
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I did a big bitch
Or maybe I should say the big bitch did me! Good and proper I might add. I met her at a house party. Near the end of the night I saw that I wasn't getting any attention from the hot girls in the house.
I started chatting up the big one and before long she was all over me like I was a Mars Bar. We made out for a while and she asked me to come upstairs with her. I agreed and we headed up to an empty bedroom. She gave me head without me even askin. AND it was damned good head too. Probably the best blow-job I've ever gotten! I came and she was eager to clean up the mess with her mouth.
It's a story I couldn't tell my friends, they'd all laugh at me! Now the whole internet can laugh with me!
S.E. in Portland
I started chatting up the big one and before long she was all over me like I was a Mars Bar. We made out for a while and she asked me to come upstairs with her. I agreed and we headed up to an empty bedroom. She gave me head without me even askin. AND it was damned good head too. Probably the best blow-job I've ever gotten! I came and she was eager to clean up the mess with her mouth.
It's a story I couldn't tell my friends, they'd all laugh at me! Now the whole internet can laugh with me!
S.E. in Portland
Secret pitstops
I find myself on the road allot. Sometimes I get the urge to have sex, but since I am not dating, I have to take matter into my own hands.
I pull my truck over and park somewhere, usually in a mall or shopping center. I drive a 5-ton truck, so I don't look unusual sitting there. I lay my head back and masterbate, No one can see me, sitting high in my cab. I do my thing, then continue onfor the rest of my day.
Jarome I.
Calgary,Alberta
I pull my truck over and park somewhere, usually in a mall or shopping center. I drive a 5-ton truck, so I don't look unusual sitting there. I lay my head back and masterbate, No one can see me, sitting high in my cab. I do my thing, then continue onfor the rest of my day.
Jarome I.
Calgary,Alberta
I killed
I killed my hamster when I was 8. I took it out of it's cage to play with it, when it tried to bite me and get away. I squeezed it so it wouldn't fall out of my hands. I squeezed it too hard and it died. I put it back in the cage and tried to make it move. It didn't. I snuck out of the room. When my parents found the dead hamster, they asked me but I told them I had no idea what happened.
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I swear to GOD
My parents are total idiots. Not only do they not care about what I do, but when they attempt to show some interest it sounds foney. I wish I could switch family with soemone else. Anyone else!
I bet they wouldn't even miss me if I were to take off. They'd miss someone to boss around, someone to clean the house, they'd miss their little slave-girl.
They wouldn't even notice I am gone.
Ashleigh in London
I bet they wouldn't even miss me if I were to take off. They'd miss someone to boss around, someone to clean the house, they'd miss their little slave-girl.
They wouldn't even notice I am gone.
Ashleigh in London
When I was little
I'd crawl in my brothers bed after my parents went to sleep. I had problems wetting the bed, so I'd crawl in with him, pee the bed, then go back to my bed. He'd get in crap in the morning for peeing his bed
W.P in Detroit
W.P in Detroit
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