I have sex regularly with my step mother at least once a week if not more.
You know what it's like to lick a wound. Wounds have a distinct taste. I always lick my wounds (paper cuts, bloody lip, etc), to make them feel better. Everyone does. But I just had a weird and disturbing thought. I wonder if I licked another person's wound... Would it taste like my wounds?
sometimes i picture my friendsin the nude. i dont no why but it really turns me on
I saw my little brother felching the family kitten and now i want to kill myself. It is the nastiest thing i've ever seen and i just can't get it out of my head. I also have thoughts of killing my brother
I wish my husband would get killed in an accident so I wouldn't have to leave him.
i gave head to a chinese midget
And what may be the most awful confession on the site ever (although I doubt it):
I just turned 26. I haven't had a relationship in almost 5 years now. I act like I don't care and don't want one but I really do. I masturbate almost everyday. I try not to but I'm in too much physical and emotional pain not to and it's my only form of relief in this cruel world. I haven't had real sex in over a year and that was the first time in 4 years and that was with someone I didn't know, and that someone I didn't know was a prostitute, and I didn't want to f*ck that prostitute all I wanted to do is cuddle (I'm seriously not lying, why would I on this site) but she kept telling me she wanted to f*ck, she went down on me, I ended up letting her f*ck me, it was the worst sex I ever had and I actually forced myself to come. I lived the next year in fear for my life thinking I had aids for sure but I got checked and I don't. I think the prostitute might have been a man with a sex change because the p*ssy just didn't feel right at all. Maybe it's because I'm paranoid. Maybe it's because I never had sex with someone who has probably had sex 10 times a night for the past I don't know how many years, maybe it's because my erection curves to the right. I'm short. I'm lonely. I'm desperate. I'm in physical pain all the time from tension because I'm a nervous, timid, loser. The only time I ever felt release was the last time I got high but I don't want to get high because if I was anymore brain dead than I already am I'd be mentally retarded. I am unemployed and sleep all day. I hate my life. I should have married my ex girlfriend but instead I distanced myself from her when she started getting fat. I had sex with her all the time even though she was a christian and I was supposedly a christian too. She loved me so much she would always let me have sex with her however I wanted whenever I wanted. she would cry and tell me she felt guilty for sinning and then I would take her mind off of it and have sex with her the next day. I don't know how many times we had sex but I do know sometimes she was in pain and I didn't care and she cared enough about me to let me continue until I climaxed. She thinks I was a sex addict. I think I am too. I hate myself and my life. I'm pathetic and know you think so too and I'm glad. I deserve to be exposed.
Wow that's messed up. I officially feel bad for any self-pity I've ever experienced, my life is an endless picnic by comparison.
UPDATE: I forgot to credit my good friend Mike Shay, from here in Austin, for showing me this. Here's a pic of his awesome car, which almost killed me yesterday. What a thrill ride, complete with a 250-degree blast of wind on my right leg the whole way and a consistent fear of decapitation. Thanks Crazy Mike!