i dont know why he refused to talk to me and blocked me each time i tried. what can i do now except from turning the page ? 🤔
one of my fantasy is to brake into a home with a family still there the home would have two very young girls ..I would make the father have sex with the little girls at gun point. the mother would be tied up and made to watch..
explicit: when I was around 10-11, I used to go with my parents to a county club near us. there was a 13 year old boy who also went there and we would hang out behind one of the buildings (which was still a somewhat public area). one day, we were running around, and his pants fell down a bit cause he didn't wear a belt. his dick was out and I asked if I could touch it. he said yes and I ended up jerking him off without even knowing what I was doing. he asked if he could see my pussy, I said yes, and he started fingered me. we ended up doing that a few other times when we hung out. I think its because of that, that I love the idea of fucking in public now.
due to how neglected/emotionally abused i was as a child, i dont feel motivation anymore or joy for most things. the only thing that makes me feel okay is attention, and i hate getting it for some reason. even though I love attention, I still feel like it's wrong getting it.
when I was in the 6th grade, I went to my neighbor's house where the three girls, showed me their pussies. I was embarrassed, but eventually showed them my dick. we were prepubescent and had no hair on genitals yet. I liked that I could see her entire pussy with no hair on it, but embarrassed that I didn't have any hair on mine. That changed when I got puberty at 11 years old. had erections constantly!!!
Does anyone else get that guilty feeling in your gut about some stupid shit you done years ago when you were younger? I do. Still haunts me. -_-
I feel shame and guilt over the fact that when I was being raped and sexually abused as a young child by my dad I had orgasims and sometimes even anticipated the sexual abuse I became use to that feeling and now as an adult I don't know how to have orgasims without thinking about what he did to me and it makes me sick to think about it all.....
everyday I kiss a girl when I was on my 3rd grade while hiding under the teacher's table when she ain't around and she like it, and wish I could meet her in person someday and hope she remembers me.
I confess when I was 13 I began secretly wearing womens lingerie and clothing I really enjoyed dressing up and would sneak out at night time dressed only in womens clothes, a few months after I was at a park late one night sitting on a bench and nobody knew that I was a male, I started hearing moans coming from the Bush so I sneak a peek through the scrub and nearly fell over, it was my 12 year old sister having sex with 2 blokes ,I took a couple pictures of her and thought I could really use them to black mail her, I headed home but waited under the house for her, she went to go up stairs and I called to her and she come under the house, she looks at me and asked what the fuck are you doing in female clothing I said I enjoy crossdressing and I also going to start enjoying incest sex with you, she stairs at me and said your sick, I said I'm not the one having 3 soms with guys and then show her the pictures I have of her, I moved closer to her and put a hand on her tit and played with it she said stop or I tell and I said and I will show these pictures she said what do you want, I said take your clothes off cause I'm going to start fucking you if you don't want me to say anything, she removed her clothes and I told her to lay down cause tonight is the night I start fucking you,, I fucked her hard and fast and cum deep inside her, I said if you don't want to fall pregnant then you better get on the pill cause everytime I fuck you Im going to keep cumming inside your pussy and you can also start helping me crossdress
When I was a 15-year-old boy, I had to go to the airport by myself. No friends, no family, and I was also blind. Due to a problem with my eyes, which is all better now, I had to wear blackout glasses and I was not to take them off under any circumstances. At the airport, they made me sit in a wheel-chair. I don't know why. I could walk fine, I just couldn't see. But they made me sit in a wheelchair and they pushed me around to where I needed to go. While I was waiting for the airplane, which was two hours delayed, the man who was pushing me on the wheelchair abandoned me, and I was alone again. I was really scared. I cried silently for most of the time. Soon another assistant came to help me. I couldn't see her, of course, but she smelled like lavender. I liked her. She gave me a little side hug when she saw me crying. She said, "Do you need anything? There's still an hour until your flight." I had been at the airport since 8am, and it was now 2pm, and I realized how starved i was. I asked her, "Would you mind helping me get food, please?" and she said "Of course, of course!" and she helped me buy a little sandwich from the cafe nearby. Then she helped me get on the airplane, squeezing my shoulder before she left. I think about her a lot.