I miss my ex boyfriend like no other. I may have committed the sin of idolatry or whatever, but I really don't think that was the case. I miss him terribly, and he just gleefully walks past me, and makes it seem like he is okay. He is hurting too. I know, we have the same thoughts all the time. I don't know why he avoids me when he can just come back. I'm waiting. It's just really painful right now. Maybe I will be aching for a while, but I trust Jesus Christ, that His comfort is more precious than the sound of the voice of a lover. I am tired. Will my heart stop aching? Come quickly Lord, sing psalms over me. I am desperate for You. Ignite my heart to love You, and to serve You without any conditions.
Though my success with women was previously mediocre at best, I (m/20) have made a 180 degree turn, since finishing my studies. You would be astonished at how the eyes of some women widen when they hear that you're an investment banker, and even more when you arrive with an expensive car and a nice suit. Women who wouldn't have glanced at me before wink at me and talk to me. At first I really enjoyed it but I have come to a point where the world of women makes me sick. Some of you will surely think that it is just about skanks, but it happens in every group of women. Some look for an idiot to buy their drinks, the others look for idiots to finance their house in the country and a convertible.
To my confession: For some time I have been exploiting this and said things to women while hooking up: that I was only pretending that I had money; that I am still a student and intern and the car just belongs to a friend who I live with. You would be amazed how quickly a woman can disappear. At the moment I am seriously considering buying an old Golf and going round looking for a wife wearing just jeans and a t-shirt.
A place to burn old stuff and come out standing up on the top looking good is what I want from this page. Ok guys, I know you are gods here and make my world freaking beautiful. So do your nasty thing and make my world better. Thanks!
My mother is acting stupid and flirty whenever I am looking for a boyfriend, it's got to stop she has to grow up. Is this bloke my dad? She is wanting to fuck him and make a fool out of me again? What is wrong with this retard slut. She said to dad today "Oh well, you got your way" and pulled to cover off the chair. She is acting stupid. I think she wants to push him off on to me and hurt me. She has to stop this childish little horny dirty game of hers. She will get a kick up her face for this. That woman is making a fool of me for some reason. Why? Why is she so jealous of me and some old retard horn dog. No man wants her. She should be made to keep her mind of her husband and get out of us girls cunts and let us have a man of our own. Grow up old lady and stop making a fool of your 2nd daughter.
I have had this stupid dogs bullshit. I wish my mother and john move to a low set house nursing home or down to the granny flat and my sister leave all together back to her filipeno shitter.
I think my mother and sister have murdered me sexually and its got to stop.
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.
I work in a large company with about 120 employees and the company provides us with free drinks. These are in bottles with a 25 cent return deposit. At some point I noticed that the bottles are not returned and are just thrown into big garbage cans. So now every few nights I go to these containers and stuff 3-4 blue bags full of these bottles. It's a nice secondary income and I bring in an extra 200 Euros a month just because everyone is too lazy to return the bottles. It rightfully belongs to me.
One Christmas, all I had was a vegetarian sandwich in my bedroom for dinner, because I was in the middle of such a bad nervous breakdown, one of many other ones I have had. I could not eat with everyone. There are times I would shake and get my swallowing phobia from childhood attacks of having a sharp instrument pushed down my throat.
In 7th grade, I told my classmate about a friend I had seen yesterday, thought he was pretty cool, and that I might see him more often. It turned out my classmate knew the friend so she wanted me to give a very important letter to him. I didn't question it, and never thought to because she told me it was personal but it was very urgent that he got it. So, on my way home with the letter my mother had told me that the day we were flying to move had been rescheduled to tomorrow because the flight that we were originally planning to take had been cancelled, or something like that. So, I put the letter in a box with all my little belongings, and told my neighbor who goes to my school to apologize to my classmate. So we move, and now 8 years from then, 2 months ago, my mother wanted to thoroughly clean the attic since summer is coming and she wanted to have more room. So I sit there for hours and I come across an envelope, with notebook paper folded inside with the front labeled "TO: (name withheld)" It took me a few minutes to realize that, that was the letter to my friend from my classmate. I figured since it's been almost 8 years I can read it. So I read it and basically it was saying how my classmate thinks she got pregnant from one of her friends because the condom was broken when they finished having sex. Also that she knows how my friend's father works at a drug store and she wanted him to steal some birth control for her to prevent anything. She didn't want her father to know because he might beat her so she desperately needs the birth control. I feel horrible. I don't know if it was true and I know it's 8 years too late but I feel horrible that I didn't give it to another friend to deliver it.
I (w) was about 12 or 13 years old when I woke up one night because I really needed the loo.
When I opened my bedroom door to go, I heard the moaning of my parents. They were having sex and their door wasn't completely shut. Since the bathroom is next to their bedroom, and I had to pass their bedroom going there, I hastily closed my door again.
I almost cried, I really needed to go. Than it occurred to me:
I still had this morningâ€™s hot chocolate cup in my room with a little bit left in it. So I dropped my knickers and relieved myself into the cup. Unfortunately I did not only hit the cup, but also my fingers and the carpet. I emptied the cup out of the window, completely ignorant of the fact that we had a white wall and I should have used a bit more momentum throwing it out.
My room also had a nasty smell, but I fixed that with disinfectant (loads of it). All that was left was a yellow-brownish stain on our exterior wall, but that disappeared with the next rain. I told my parents that throwing tetra-packs at each others wall was the latest trend among teenagers. Thank god they were never looking for the burst packs. Even today, 5 years later, I still cannot drink out of that cup anymore, and every time my parents have sex I get the chills.
Four years ago, as part of a school exchange program, I (m/20) was in Wroclaw, Poland. Once there, we were assigned to an exchange partner. Everyone hoped to get a cool partner in order to hopefully be cool too. Unfortunately, I was assigned to a totally stuffy, boring guy, but he was very nice and helpful. I was even allowed to sleep in the same room as his sister during the exchange. The first evening, all of the exchange pairs went to a party, but unfortunately not my couch-potato partner and me. Naturally, this annoyed me, and I withdrew fairly quickly into his sister's room. Then I rummaged carefully through the clothes and closets, until I felt an indefinable, but powerful urge for relief. I don't remember why, but I had to jerk off and I had a crazy desire to masturbate into a pair of said exchange sister's socks. After successfully completing the work, I felt shamed and disgusted, but I still tucked the socks back into the deepest depths of the draw and hoped that no one would find them there.
After half a year, it was time to go home, everything went great. I even got a huge bag of gifts, which I only opened after my exchange partner left - luckily. I had long forgotten my unpleasant incident the first night in Poland, but only until I opened the huge gift bag. I was initially happy with the Poland shirts and Vodka, but then I discovered a transparent bag, which literally had this in it: the now yellow, sticky pair of socks that I now saw for the second time. I wish I would have sunk into the ground. I repent.
I'm easily influenced by my friends. I told myself that I shouldn't do it but I did. There was just so much anger in me. She was one of my best friends, and we're totally still tight. That was when I was young, though. I never told her because I feel like if I did she would look down on me for following her terrible example. I was just hating on my sister that day, my 3 years older than me sister who thought that she knew everything. My friend had told me it was funny. I thought it was funny. The deal was done. I lifted up the toilet seat and shoved her toothbrush in the toilet. Swished it around some. I put my sister's toothbrush, inside of the freshly urinated-in toilet. Someone save my soul.
I'm (f) 33 years old and work as a German and History teacher in a grammar school in Germany, which, named after a famous German writer, specializes in different languages. Sounds great, but it actually means nothing. The school is hardly different from any other, apart from maybe the technology facilities. In every unassuming room hangs a Smart board, which many of my older colleagues can't get to grips with. The boards can't be used without the technology, so if the technology fails, the teaching is pure improvisation. What's the use in all this apparently helpful technology and the Net books for IT classes? This school is in a sink estate. I have nothing against foreign pupils or students from poorer backgrounds, but even the younger years take a dim view of learning. Nobody wants to do homework, study, or even just listen, let alone take part. The higher up the school you go, the percentage of students who have to repeat a year increases. I have to answer questions like "what does reinforce mean?" coming from 16 year-olds. Recently, a girl in year 8 asked if Europe was a continent!
I am driven to despair by my job. The parents shift the blame onto the teachers for bad grades, the teachers lose their drive, and each year, the students get more and more stupid. They know how to use the Smart board, but they have no idea whether the Weimar Republic (which was a liberal democratic republic in Germany) was a dictatorship or not. Once, I was so pissed off, that I threw a piece of cucumber at a pupil. I was extremely embarrassed, but it was generally assumed that I was joking. I just can't see why I should waste my time preparing an interesting, varied lesson for a bunch of primitive apes that aren't capable of concentrating for more than five seconds. So this is what I have done, although it upsets me, because I didn't study for years to do this: I have intentionally become every pupil's nightmare. I give out homework every day; I force the children to stand up when I come into the classroom. As soon as anyone speaks out of turn, that pupil goes straight outside and gets a "D" whoever hasn't finished their essay or presentation gets a letter to their parents. I know that instilling fear isn't the best way to teach, but lately it has been wonderfully quiet. I carefully read finished homework without getting into a fuss. I think I'll carry on torturing the pupils a while longer, and when they have internalized their good behavior, I will be a bit more lenient. When I was at school, I liked those teachers most, and I learnt best from them.
I have to confess. I'm (f/17) in a religious family, but to the point where they know how to control themselves. They are strongly against gay men, but I am fine with it. I confess that I watch gay porn. My parents don't want me to be Ok with gay people, and I don't know if I really believe in Christianity or not anymore. I have lost most of my faith in God, and I hate going to church. I am so confused and I want to stop, but I can't. I think God is annoyed of forgiving me, since I always do this. I hope I will eventually know what to do.
I (m/20) am black, and I must say that it has been annoying me recently. Because I'm black, every girl that I take home thinks that I have a real schlong. In reality it is actually "only" 5 inches and I always see the look of disappointment on women's faces. Girls, wake up, just because it is on TV doesn't mean that it is true!
I've got to unburden myself of something, too: I study in USA and to that end became a renter in an elderly lady's house, whose ad I found on the internet. To be exact, I lived in her garden shed. After everything started out fine with her, gradually it turned out that the old lady, who herself lived in the house, was a right nasty, disturbed, paranoid beast, who constantly terrorized her renters. Always discreetly via e-mail, I was accused of just about every imaginable wrongdoing ranging from theft to dishonesty. To keep my blood pressure down, I'll spare you the details here. After two months of psychological terror, I had enough of this nonsense and gave my notice, but not without leaving her a little present: the old lady always solicited her poor renters on a well-known internet portal. When she opens it now, she's automatically routed to a wild anal-fetishist web page. She shouldn't have always left her PC unattended.
A while ago I had a boyfriend I was very much in love with. But then he cheated on me and broke up with me without even telling me. So my friends had to tell me finally and they also told me he denied being in love with me and denying our whole relationship. He said sorry after that, but ofcourse it wasn't forgiven yet. I once modeled for a website and he'd told me several times he was pretty jealous.
So I encouraged him to enter a contest for the same website, which he did. He told me to vote for him and gave me the link. Too bad he underestimated my abilities and anger. Let's just say, the people that already had more votes than him have a whole lot more now. And I admit it: I love having this much power over the competition and whether he wins or not.