Last summer, in the evening, I went for a bike ride down this trail near my house. I must have rode about maybe 15 km one way, right up to a hiking trail next to a highway. I smoked a joint on the trail, and since it was a warm night out, felt really daring. I kept my sandals and mask on, but removed everything else and put all my clothes into my backpack. I then started to bike completely naked back down the trail, down the way I came. I stayed naked for the whole bike ride, passing nearby houses in the dark. I even passed by a couple women on my bike, but it was dark and probably couldn't tell that I was naked. I made it back home and slept well that night.
the lesbian couple I'm friends with, they came to me telling they want to get pregnant together at the same time but couldn't afford to go to those ivf clinics, so they asked me to help out by impregnated them both by intercourse
I kinda just wanna suck my teachers off so i dont have to do school work but all my teachers are old farts so now i gotta be smart the world is so unfair why did god give me no gag reflex if he didn't want me to use my talent. all the dick I get of my dildo it aint even that its a fucking ice cream scooper cause I'm 15 and live with my mom and 3 siblings and cant order a real dildo and I cant ask my friends if i can order it to their house cause that would be weird. im a horny virgin what should i do
The first ever serious relationship I had was with a guy 1 year younger than me. I loved him as I came from a broken family and he's the bad boy type, his personality just lured me to him. Was in a relationship with him for a year, then we broke up. The break up broke my spirit so much, I suffered for nearly a year. Fast forward 10 years later, I married the love of my life who's 6 years elder than me. I thought he would be the only younger guy that I'll ever have feelings for. But recently I was scrolling Tik Tok and came across a very very hot guy who turned out to be 11 years younger than me. His vids turn me on so much that his videos are like a drug that I have to take everyday. I had a lucid dream about him last night and that bothers me, I feel like I'm cheating on my husband. But he's just too hot for his age, he's barely 18 and I'm nearly 30.
the guy I'm dating and I have not made out yet iv never done it before and I'm really nervous we've only tap kissed and I'm really nervous to do anymore what if I'm bad at it
I'm now 40 but feel like I'm 20, overweight when I used to be ridiculously fit. Putting aside the physical, emotional and sexual shit I had to deal with over years growing up... which no one knows about like it's some sick fikkin joke of an overlord. My best friend died last week losing his weirdly harmonious battle with cancer, lost my mum-in-law (wifes mum) October last year who was more like a mum than my own, then her brother (everyones uncle) whos kind, unbiased approach of me opened up their family's hearts, minds and acceptance as my wife and I met 14 years and 5 kids ago when she was 15, single, 8mths pregnant and I was 25. My wife, who I owe so much to and dearly love, I allowed to disappear on the kids and I for days at a time over 7-8 years fueled by her meth addiction. I think its because of the guilt I still have for being physically abusive to her since I first caught her cheating nearly 9-10 years back. A truly vicious cycle. We've been living toxicity free of those old shackles for about 2 years now. And now...it began once every 2 to 3 months, then every month, now I've noticed it's almost everytime I'll bleed, 4 out of 5 times I've gauged, when going number 2 but I'm too afraid of going to the Doc's to hear the worst. Sometimes it's real bad, sorry to be so explicit but I've checked after wiping and there's been enormous clots and I always know when it's about to happen, feeling fatigued, bloated. I'm afraid of how my kids and partner will be when I'm gone when there's no one to motivate her or encourage and sing songs to them anymore. Since our eldest was born I've sung every nursery rhyme they've ever heard till each were about 4/5. I cook dinner, made breakfasts and lunches every day and night. I wash, hangout and (mostly) fold the clothes. I've worked sometimes 12-16 hour days and still come home to find I need to cook, make beds, brush teeth and settle our kids in for the night. As our eldest 3 are capable I get them to help some, or miraculously they'll offer now and again which I don't know if they understand is a massive weight off my shoulders, though I do let them know but I tend to ramble a bit. And in our culture when you pass you're buried at a family cemetery that's in or very close to the land your ancestors, pre-colonial, established as theirs to care, nurture, protect and share experiences of life and death on forever. Like my poor Dad, seemingly estranged from many, was cremated, outside of his rightful homeland I reckon I too will be burned with that gratifying smug atmosphere even my brother and sisters shared with them. Left nameless, no place to rest and feed the Earth, gratefully, with my body.
Hit 1m debt today - better go shoot myself
For four nights, no one in our neighborhood had electricity after the storm. My boyfriend stayed with me and my siblings, and we all crowded near the fireplace for heat and light. I found my old wireless radio and we listened to a man report the news in a feathery French accent while we played checkers or chatted. I checked on our neighbors and gave them a fraction of our firewood after theirs ran out. Hardly any food remained in the kitchen, so my boyfriend and I visited four grocery stores, only to find them all entirely empty. It felt highly apocalyptic. We returned numb and exhausted, with empty hands and empty stomachs. The moment I asked myself if any goodness remained, my little brother returned from the neighbor's house with armfuls of apples and a bakery box tied in red ribbons. Inside waited twelve raspberry pastries. We all stared at it, awestruck. It felt like a gift from the unfallen world—that our mousy little brother could chance upon such a miracle, that he could be kind enough to share it. Everyone ate three, except I kept my third and handed it to my little brother, the powdered sugar on our noses, on our fingers. We ate the apples, too! Later in the attic, my boyfriend and I found my grandfather's gramophone and cranked it on. The record coursed under the tip of a needle, then grainy 1950's music spiraled out, and we danced. I liked to imagine the melodies floating around us, flashing through the darkened attic. He took my hand and twirled me, and I felt so in love. I had to get on my tiptoes for my arms to reach around his neck! We crept back downstairs and found my siblings had fallen asleep under heavy quilts next to the fireplace, the cats around my little brother like guardian angels. My boyfriend and I fell asleep next to them—all of us safe and sound despite the storm. It wasn't so awful, though I'm glad it's finally over.
Superman costume I got is very cool. I have both
I honestly don't care if no one replies to this, but I just need to rant somewhere. I'm so, so tired of Americans with the "me, me, me" mentality. It isn't difficult to make small sacrifices for the health of others. We teach our children to sneeze and cough in their elbows or into a tissue, for what reason? To keep others from getting sick, right? So how is wearing a mask much different? Citizens of Japan (and other Asian countries) wear masks voluntarily when they have even the sniffles. I'd like for this to spread to America. Honestly, I've enjoyed not even getting a cold since the pandemic started. Haven't gotten sick since before last March, and I'm 100% good with that. Two of my coworkers caught covid. Luckily, they were fine, and they recovered. Two of my other coworkers have very young babies, and I was concerned for them. Another coworker's father died from covid. He didn't have any underlying conditions that I'm aware of, and judging by her age, he wasn't that old either. Covid doesn't just affect the old or weak, it has the potential to affect everyone. She loved him dearly. Now, I have reason to suspect that she's overworking herself as a coping mechanism. Her ability to hide negative emotions at work honestly scares me a little. I have an older coworker who lives with her mother, and she's terrified her mother will catch covid. My boyfriend's grandmother was just beginning to go through the stages of dementia when she caught covid. Her mental state is worse now, though she recovered from covid itself. It's just a matter of time at this point. All I ask is that people make that small personal sacrifice for the health and safety of the general community. I don't want to see more people die, and I'm tired of people having to fear for their relatives because others want to be selfish. We aren't allowed to refuse service to those who don't wear masks at our store, because of the type of location we are. I've told a couple of my more vulnerable coworkers that they are more than welcome to call me for help if they feel uncomfortable checking out someone who isn't wearing a mask, but they're too nervous to do so. I'm just tired. It really isn't difficult, and it isn't harmful to you to care about others.