I'm (m/25) not very good with kids. It shows in various ways, for instance, I won't do that stupid baby talk, but I talk with kids normally just as with adults and I usually also tell it like it is. A couple of years ago, I had just left the university campus and on the way had stopped in a supermarket to buy beer, a young (pretty good-looking) mother and her little son queued up behind me. He was just old enough to walk and say a few words, and he was bouncing back and forth between the overpriced sweets next to the check-out counter and his mama. I had just paid, and there was the little rascal, looking up at me, pulling on my jacket, and asking "Papa"? I was in shock for a moment before concluding that he was wrong. Before answering, as calm as could be I looked his mother up and down (she was waiting to see how I would react) and then said: "Sorry, little guy, that's something I certainly would have remembered." Apparently, that's not what she had expected; she stood there, fixed to the spot and blushing. The cashier started to laugh out loud, and I went home, grinning.
I have a typewriter that I've actually been wanting to sell. The attempt really didn't make any sense, nobody takes a typewriter off one's hands these days. But there is high demand for the online auction pictures. Why? I saved them in a folder and named it "Horny Teen Chick" After that, provided access on our student dormitory's network and added a hit counter. Until now, "she's" had 900 clicks, that's almost double the clicks as there are possible users. About 500 students live in our dormitory, all networked. I'd really like to know who keeps clicking on it to stare at the typewriter. For that reason, I still haven't given up the hope of one of these days selling the typewriter; maybe soon someone will actually marry her.
I can't help but remember how people have bullied me in the past, and I think about wanting to repeatedly stab them or poison them, or kill them in any brutal way. I want them all suffer. How dare they make fun of my sexuality! How dare they! I hope they burn in hell.
I killed my neighbor yesterday because he yelled at my dog. I hate it when people yell at my dog so I just got really fed up with him. I just walked up to him and stabbed him 3 times in the chest, and then I hit him over the head with a hammer.
One day, when I was in 11th grade my classmates and I smoked a stick during lunch break and came back to class completely and utterly spaced out. Unfortunately I fell foul to a babble attack 5 minutes into class and spend the rest of the time talking to my teacher. At the end of the session, she pulled me aside and told me she gave me the best grade for my verbal attention today.
I (w/23) had a date with a guy I met online. Since he was living further away I was going to stay the night. Before I left I thought I should get some hot lingerie, just in case. So I bought a few and decided to wear one straight away. I ended up without clothes indeed. Suddenly, he discovered a price sticker in my pubic hair for the amount of 7.50 Euro.
I had an intimate quality time with my pet mountain goat, I have enjoyed every last second until out of curiosity, why not get down and to add, get a fellatio? Unfortunately, the idea had turned out not the way I had thought of it. The furious horned beast bit my genital almost completely off, and now I regret everything.
I absolutely hate being a parent. It's been the most disappointing and useless experience of my life. Mothers are not supposed to feel like this. I do a great job and nobody knows, but I hate this job. I don't want to be a mother anymore. I'm ready to be myself. I'm so overjoyed all my kids are almost grown I scream loud enough for God hear. I am proud of them all for who they are despite my lack of true love. I'm tired, mad and sad after over 20 years of parenting.
The guys Imet on the bus was relatively attractive, in his late twenties I would say, with a muscular body, close cut hair, brown eyes and tanned skin, but there was a certain sleaziness about him that I found both scary and oddly alluring. I held his gaze, thinking fast as his hand inched slowly further and further up my leg. "I'm Steve" he offered, and after a short pause I made up my mind. "Amy" I replied, allowing a slight smile to flit across my face. "Amy? You're gorgeous" He said, "Thanks, you're not so bad yourself" I responded. "Sexy as hell, seriously" He ended the conversation and I was flattered. It was cliched, and unoriginal but I didn't care, I'd decided. I'd woken up this morning thinking I was going to get cock, and that bastard Tony wasn't going to stop me having what I needed. He was still having sex with his wife after all, why wasn't I allowed to have fun elsewhere? Besides it was ages since I'd shagged a stranger and I found these encounters really exciting.
I am atheist, though I was forced to believe in God for years and I'm tired of faking it. Whoever wants to believe can go ahead, but I hate that my parents write my thoughts. I wish I could be somewhere people aren't make me wrong for doing some crime because it's my choice what I want to believe.