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i am not into child porn, but when dumb website popups display images of it, i am aroused.
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6/27/2006 2:01:27 AM |
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i am married to a man who is my senior, i accept that. as time has gone on the gender roles are more and more marked. mother, wife, housekeeper, and mother again. there was a time when things were different, not anymore. mothering, wife, housekeeper. he is far more insistent now, more urgent in his need for having me. the playfullness is gone, pulled close to him and he is urgent with being a man. i ask him to be gentle, to touch me, to caress me, but his urge is very strong. i pull him close to me and tell him i am here for him, i am not going anywhere, i am here. his wife is beside him, for him, all for him. i just need to attend to the babies, twin girls, who need lots of time. and this baby inside of me.
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9/10/2011 9:03:07 AM |
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does anybody else go into the restroom, supply closet or copier room at work and just hide?
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8/12/2011 10:41:51 AM |
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omg, i hate you so much! you don't ever try to understand what i am going through, its always about you! damn it, why can't you see the bigger picture! ... i want to tell him all that but we can never have a decent conversion!
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5/31/2009 12:14:18 PM |
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i love my mother. i have always loved her.
not in an incestuous/sexual way.
just, she's my mom and i can't not love her unconditionally.
'mother is the name of god on the lips and hearts of children. ' as i think the quote goes.
she doesn't love me.
she cares for me, of course. i am her daughter after all, but that isn't the same as love.
i've known this since i was seven, but i hoped i was wrong for years.
then when i was ten she broke my heart.
it used to be that when putting me and my brother to bed, she would tell us bedtime stories or sing lullabies, but even when she stopped that, she would always give us a hug and a kiss. we never demanded that she do it if she forgot. we always knew that if we really wanted to, we had only to remind her and she would oblige us with that customary show of affection.
so one night, when i couldn't get to sleep, i went to my bedroom door and asked my mom for a hug. to which she replied, that if i wanted a hug i could come down and get it. now, i know that doesn't seem like much. it's very understandable that perhaps she was too tired or busy to come to me for a paltry hug. really it wasn't even that demand that broke my heart.
it was the sudden knowledge that she was never going to give me a goodnight hug again. that i would always be the one hugging her instead. i never mentioned that to her though. i went and gave her the hug and gave her a kiss and went my to room and went to bed, crying, and hoping that maybe i was wrong and tomorrow she'd give me a hug once more.
i wasn't.
and like every time i had ever cried alone, she never came to see what was wrong or to comfort me.
i'm almost 22 now. far too old for her to tuck me in anymore.
i live in another town, another county, away from her.
she's broken my heart several times between then and now.
when she told me that saying i was depressed was just because i wanted attention. when she said that she didn't care if i ran away or killed myself. when i told her i was in love with someone who didn't love me and she treated it like i was commenting on the weather. when i watch her treat my brothers like she's treated me and try so hard to get her to understand that her 'reverse psychology' does so much more harm than good.
i love my mommy and i forgive her everytime she breaks my heart, but i can't seem to move on.
i still cry alone, wanting to be wrong, wanting her to love me.
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5/19/2011 11:00:03 AM |
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i get a thrill out of knowing i have a mans hot cum deep in my belly when i lay down with my wife at night.
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8/22/2011 10:44:18 AM |
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add me to the long list of women who slept with their boss. after three years of being touched, pestered, kissed, grabbed, cornered, hugged, slapped on the ass, i just gave in to him and told him to have it all. now i am at a loss about what to do. he will want more, and the more i give him the more he will want. if i tell him no, he is going to be pissed off. i have to work with him, and i don't want him pissed at me. he can have all he wants, but away from work. he is just a real hands on type of guy. i should have just let him have it a long time ago, he was going to get it anyway.
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10/27/2011 5:39:31 AM |
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i hate this world.
i hate everything it stands for.
everyone is obsessed with being rich, being famous and having a fucking massive house, and nobody gives a shit about the poor, the starving, the lonely, the depressed and the suicidal.
everyone always has to be better than the person before. everyone's so fucking fake and lost behind this stupid wall of makeup and money and building more offices and hacking mobile phones, then going to war and blowing up the subway and blaming everything on "them"- foreigners that move over here.
people are always "oh yeah, i'm cool if you're gay, or bi, or lesbian", then they lie and they're not and it's only to make them look better and more accepting.
stupid people with stupid famous sisters's/brothers/mom's/dad's leach fame off them. they're talentless and ugly as fuck, but because people know their surnames- everyone thinks they're amazing and wanks over them. women are pretty if they get their tits out, guys are hot if they have a six pack. everyone talks about natural beauty, but it always comes down to the size of someone's fucking ass or how much money they have.
people say, "i don't mind foreigners moving here", then they'll call indian's paki's and chinese chinky's, and moan about "them" stealing our jobs. maybe if you got off your fat ass and went for a damn interview, there'd be no fucking jobs for "them" to steal, huh?
the papers care more about having a better story that they do about the victim's involved.
we go to war, then when things get shitty and people start dying, it's all "oh we never wanted to go in the first place". the government are crooked liars, who can't accept that they get it wrong.
terrorists hijack planes.
politicians lie.
children get raped.
people slit their wrists.
no one's satisfied. ever.
everyone good and pure, and anyone whose ever tried to make a difference get's shot. or they get so fed up of living in such a stupid, hypocritical world they give up and kill themselves.
i want to die. i want to make a mark and i want to change something. i want to see the world and i don't want to be invisible.
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7/9/2011 12:56:44 AM |
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he makes me think of him first thing in the morning... him secretly but unfailingly devoted to one of my close friends so i can never tell anyone this feeling. i see the beautiful person beneath all his oddness and quirks and that goodness just makes me want to cry sometimes and i don't know why i am denying myself this feeling.
why am i trying to push the thought of him out of my brain? i feel like i'm not the only one who has these feelings for him but we would never tell, although i know they must know too. trapped in my own restraints i will never let my loyalty to my friends get in the way, even if it is my own happiness i trample.
but i cannot get enough of him, his inane words and irreverent outbursts, the way he praises my hands and the way he just steadily cares, his happiness pure and blinding.
he makes me think how it must feel to kiss through his snakebites...
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5/21/2009 3:58:00 PM |
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today i went to visit an old flame of mine. one thing led to another, and we were on the floor - doggy style fucking. her dog came from behind me, licked my balls, and my head went through the tv set. the paramedics said this was a first. removing a head from a tv tube. 9 stitches. old flame finished me off at the hospital with a blow job.
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1/12/2008 10:07:44 AM |
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i just did something really terrible to someone, but i feel great about it!
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12/22/2009 9:02:39 PM |
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is it possible for a man to milk his own prostate? if so, how is it done?
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6/4/2010 9:20:04 AM |
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i hate black people. i think we should bring them back into slavery.
i also hate muslims. they should all be deported to an island.
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7/14/2007 11:51:11 PM |
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i get so horny sometimes that i cant stand it and i say or do stupid things that can get me in trouble. i get so turned on by my wifes friends sometimes and then say things that are borderline inopropriate or do things that are. i texted her one friend mandy saying we should have sex tonite and then texted my wife the same thing and when mandy texted back "what!" i said " haha omg sorry i ment to text that to ashley (my wife)" i just wanted to see what she would say. then this one friend of hers, jamie, was over and they went swimming and while they were gone i went and got her underwear and masterbated while smelling them. then another time we all got this room on a lake and me and my wife and her friend jenny shared a bed well my wife got out of bed in the morning before we got up and started spooning jenny and got hard and she was still asleep and i think she started grinding back but then i heard my wife coming back so i turned over. i really just want to fuck jenny just once. i want her so bad i cant stand it!!! its frusterating.
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9/7/2010 7:28:21 PM |
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all i want is to be happy. my life is going to hell right now. my mom is quitting her job and i might have to go to juvie hall for a few months. my dad is one of the biggest reasons my life is screwed up. all i want to do is run away with my gf whom i love very much. she is my everything. i want to leave and forget everybody. i want everybody to forget me. i want to go far away and start a new life with my gf. how much i would give just to be with her.
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7/30/2008 9:48:28 AM |
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once i learned my place my life straightened out. i had a real chip on my shoulder and was very confrontational. i had a real misconception about my role in life and it came close to ruining me. yes, a man straightened me out. yes, a man put me in my place. now i walk beside him and support him in what he does. i have become fairly obedient, if you want to call it that. i don't do things he does not want me to do. my days are full and pleasant and i look forward to each day. i learned to do those things that used to make me angry that women did, and i find that enjoy doing them for him, and my home. i suppose what really happened is that i grew up and accepted that i am a woman and that i have my place. he has his. i took his hand and walk beside him. wherever he leads i will follow. i am his wife. and with all these blessings i am also a mother and of all things i have ever done that is by and far the most rewarding. i thank him every day for sending this man to me.
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10/15/2011 9:13:27 AM |
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i'm frustrated with our sex life. my wife is obsessed with her work... and when we do have sex it's at midnight and i get her left over energy. we both work out of the home and we could easily sneak in times during the day... but she won't. sometimes i just want to make out the way we used to!
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8/10/2011 11:32:12 PM |
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when i was in 7th grade, my first kiss ever was a girl. now that i'm still dating guys, i hate kissing them. girls are sexier. i love makingout with them.
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1/9/2007 11:00:22 AM |
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that redbull thing in long beach was bad ass! as i was walking threw the crowd some girl grabbed my balls.
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