My grandma has Alzheimer's, and whenever I come home from work, I get sentenced to keeping her occupied. My mother has to get everything ready for dinner and doesn't have the time. Basically, I don't really have a problem with it, most of the time it's actually entertaining. But one thing I do hate: the photo book. I've had to look at it with her so often that some of the pages have begun to fall out. The problem is that my grandma no longer sees well and she also doesn't remember many of the relatives. When she realizes that she can't remember someone, she often gets sad. Just so she doesn't get into a funk, I always say, "Yes, that's it exactly," whatever name she says, and instantly then it's this cousin or that son. And on the next one, maybe it's someone completely different, however she identifies him. When she can't come up with anything for someone, I always say simply: "That was already pasted in there, when we bought the album. It's an advertising model." She still recalls that when you buy picture frames, they always come with happy people's pictures in them.
Once, I (f/22) was on vacation with my boyfriend who's 23 years older than me. In our environment, the relationship is widely accepted, but outside of that, there are naturally some awkward and embarrassing situations. Like in Italy this year. We were sitting in a café at the beach and an older German couple began to talk to us. As we said goodbye, the woman said that she was personally very pleased to see a father with such a warm relationship with his daughter because sheâ€™d never had that in her life. In order to save myself a long explanation, I simply nodded, turned to my boyfriend, and laughingly said, "Come on, Dad!"
I thought that I would never see them again. That evening, my boyfriend and I sat on the terrace of our hotel and were holding hands and cuddling. Suddenly I saw one of those strange bikes for 4 people drive by with woman from the café on it. She gave us a horrified look and grabbed her husband by the arm dumbfounded. I would have gladly explained the situation, but she rode away on the crazy vehicle too quickly. I'll never forget the look on her face.
I'm a lesbian who pretends to be a guy on chat sites so I can see straight girl's titties. They're amazing creations in all aspects, angles, symmetry, and they're perfect in size whatever cup it is. It shapes my world and fills my cup of tea!
I get turned on by pain. I think this is called masochism? God I'm so fucked up, aren't I? I don't even know what to do about it, so I'm just writing about it here. Any suggestions would be great I guess. The last time was I heated up a Bobby pin and burned my arm, no one was home. And I got extremely horny, I was so turned on I didn't even know what to do, even trying to masturbate didn't help. It just got me more aroused so I just sat there burning myself and then I started touching myself and I ended up. Well you know! It was amazing, I've never felt that good before but oh my god, it's so wrong and I don't know what to do.