The woman who sexually abused me as a child sent me an envelope sealed with gold tape in the mail. In the living room, I opened it. A letter and eight photographs spilled out. Photographs of me, and her, and my sister, when she used to take care of me. Photographs of her with her arm around me at DisneyLand, Photographs of her with her hands on my shoulders a family picnic. I felt nauseous. I laced my hands behind my head and sat on the sofa. On the wallpaper in front of me, roses appeared to drift, rotate, swap places. I went out the backdoor, into the forest and trudged through ice and snow. I pressed my forehead against the trunk of a tree, and the memories came: her holding me down on my bed, her hands on my throat, on my wrists, on my privates; her hands on my mouth when I cried too loudly; my little hands pushing at her chin, pushing her face away from me, trying to get up off the bed, and her violently forcing me back down. In the forest, I slumped onto the ground and hyperventilated. I pulled at my hair, then hugged myself to keep my hands from hurting myself. I trembled and trembled. I can't keep living like this. I need help. I need a restraining order. But I'm afraid of the police, afraid of the questions they'll ask me. I cannot stay in the past, and I cannot move forward.
I was 15 at the time. Around 1 in the morning, I couldn't sleep and I felt an urge to go outside. I took off all my clothes, and quietly climbed out my bedroom window, totally naked in the warm night air. I started on down my front yard and down the driveway, right down to the road. There weren't many streetlights on my street, so there was plenty of cover from being seen. I then started to walk down my road, stark naked and very horny. I walked up to the top of my street, until I saw the headlights of an oncoming car. Luckily I was in front of a house with really tall grass, so I quickly hid in the grass, and the car drove by, they never saw me. My pulse was pounding from the excitement. After that, I decided to walk back down my street, but I wasn't in a hurry and took my time walking back on the sidewalk, stroking myself on the way back to my house. I sneaked back through my window, and went back to sleep. Nobody ever saw me that night.
My sis-in-law and her daughter, who is still hairless there, are into taking the big Rotty Knotty. Both agree it is much better than a guy because of the dogs great size and stamina. Her daughter said he is so much better than her dad, and any b/fs she has taken inside her hairless wonder. She told me sitting across the kitchen table that my youngest enjoyed her Rotty's Knotty also, but it hurt her the first time becsuse she was not used to the visciousness of the coupling and his huge size. But niece said my daughter had a huge 0rgasm on his big male part girl tamer. She said the big dog walks by them and they do not wear panies out at the farm so he can mount them and make a deposit when he is ready. Now I understand why my youngest wants to stay out there all the time? All young girls should experience this by the weekend.
the only time I had a best friend was when i was in 4th grade I think and we talked and made up imaginary scenarios every recess and it was so fun I was an elf and she wa sa fairy for a lot and we would just spend all the time running and laughing and I always picked her up when I saw her and the last time I saw her was when I was in a middle school waiting room my mom was gonna enroll me in but it was full and she went there and I said hi and left and I askes my mom to call her so we can play again but told me i shouldnt force people to be my friend and I never saw her again. it was the closest I had ever been with someone even now im not super close with my friends and don't have a best one and i just want to relive those memories
I once shit on the carpet and blamed it on my baby brother. He couldn't talk yet and he received a royal spanking and I remember hin wailing for being punished for something he didn't do. I still feel bad about it, unless he's being a punk.
Screw you for making me feel bad for trying to do nice things! Screw u for making me feel inferior. Screw you that even tho I know your suffering I still have to love you and help you because I do genuinely care even tho you knew I was in a toxic situation and have trauma about this stuff and all you did was add unknowing or not. Why don't people think through thoroughly before they do something. Don't you know everyone is suffering and has hurts and happiness you can help heal or make worse just by your actions?? Why couldn't you see I was hurting? Why didn't you notice. Why is your pain more important then mine? Screw u my pain matters I don't have to feel like scum because you did something stupid cuz you weren't honest or didn't think.
I grabbed my dad's junk when I was 4-6 (it was a long time ago, I don't remember my exact age). I wanted to know what it was, since I didn't have one and neither did my mom. This was after we went to the lake, he was changing out of his speedos (yes, he wore flipping speedos) and I thought it looked ~weird~, and I wanted to know what it was. I was a really... handsy kid. Every time I remember this I can feel the vomit building up in my stomach. I've never told anyone this, and I never will. And I feel like everyone involved has elected to forget this... incident.
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.