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Murder I wrote (00000418)
2.7/5 (206 Votes)
I have never liked my older sister. I have always envied her. Everything always seemed to go her way. She was the smart one, the prettier one, she was the most successful one, and she was also the favorite child. What was I then? I was the annoying deadbeat loser who should be more like her sister. About a year ago, my sister got engaged to her boyfriend of 5 years. This bothered me since I never even had a boyfriend that lasted longer than a week. 2 weeks before their wedding, I made a nice little phone call to my sister's fiancé. I convinced him to come over to my house for a "little talk about how he will be always be there for my sister." When he got to my house, there was no talk. Instead, I broke a glass bottle over his head, which knocked him out cold. Then, with my leather gloves on to hide any finger prints, I proceeded to drag his body into his car. I drove the car a good 15 minutes away from my house. Then I crashed into a tree, on purpose, jumping out before I did it. The crash killed him. It was perfect. It looked as if he died in a car crash on his way to my house. I walked home. The next morning, I got a call from my sister. She was crying and telling me that the police found his body in the crashed car. I pretended that I felt bad for her and asked her if she wanted me to come over and comfort her. Luckily she said no, and that she would okay. The bad thing about this whole thing is, I don't even feel bad about this. In fact, the death of her fiance killing her inside made me feel great about myself. It made me feel like I gave her what she deserved. I am 24 years old, and I killed my older sister's fiance. And I feel great about it.

Posted on 06.05.2013, 06:03:48 CET
Teacher's Pet (00000207)
2.8/5 (39 Votes)
In high school I had a teacher that made my life hell. I was having such a hard time that my mom, my teacher, the head of the department, and I had a meeting together about my stress. I had a letter from my therapist that laid out how my experience in his class was bad for my mental health. My teacher was so upset that he had to leave the room. This past May, he died the day before his daughter graduated. The rumor is that it was suicide, but it was never officially announced. Obviously I don't entirely blame myself, but I feel bad if the things I said about him at that meeting and the awful things I wrote online contributed to any depression he was struggling with.

Posted on 10.12.2012, 18:18:52 CET
Almost in the Mile High Club (00000137)
3.0/5 (106 Votes)
A few years ago, I was on an airplane. I decided that it was in my best interest to jerk off in the bathroom. This was before The Hangover, so I felt very accomplished for an original idea. I wasn't caught, and there was something awesome about being surrounded by so many people who had no idea what I was doing. I don't regret it one bit. I guess I'm almost part of the mile high club.

Posted on 05.01.2012, 04:49:10 CET
Place: The sky
Are You Watching Phoenix? (00000242)
2.9/5 (48 Votes)
I (f/20) have problems with my ass itching because my skin is very dry. I even have special cream to help with it. Because I'm currently a college student and don't have a lot of money, I'm still living with my parents for a while. And while I was watching a movie, I was putting cream on my ass. But I was sitting on the sofa like I was in a gynecologist's chair. I was using a mirror to see down there. There was nothing remotely erotic about it; it was like painting you nails. As I was applying the cream, my father suddenly burst in to ask if I was watching Phoenix. I jerked together, sat down decorously, and simply said, "No". He acted like he didn't see anything, briefly told me what was going on, and then left. And now I don't know if I can look him in the face again or if I will simply die of shame. Oh God, so embarrassing.

Posted on 23.01.2013, 00:19:40 CET

Shiny white walls (00000024)
2.9/5 (144 Votes)
I am painter by profession, and I masturbate into the white paint. I think the paint is shining more brightly because of it. I'm spunking into the white paint, my customers are extremely satisfied and always say how shiny the white walls are. They call me a magician and are recommending me all around. I have more work than I can compete, my dairy is full until the end of times and they keep coming. I'm delighted; even so I am living with a lie.

Posted on 13.05.2009, 15:22:50 CET

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