Colin$mackabi$h
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That I have superpowers.....
But you aint hear that from me.
But you aint hear that from me.
matches malone
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Bcotton5;9017063 said:
and they all involve lil wayne and baby
banginscrew901
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I have this body pillow, and sometimes I pretend he's it's a man. I will fall asleep holding him it tight to my body.
Sometimes at night I play out scenes with my imaginary man, really detailed, intricate story lines with dialogue and everything. When I do this I don't feel so lonely.
Does getting a feeling of intimacy from a body pillow make me crazy?
I always wondered why chicks need a body pillow, unless you're pregnant
Sometimes at night I play out scenes with my imaginary man, really detailed, intricate story lines with dialogue and everything. When I do this I don't feel so lonely.
Does getting a feeling of intimacy from a body pillow make me crazy?
I always wondered why chicks need a body pillow, unless you're pregnant
psychobutcher
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Man, this made me laugh so hard when I read it.
This will probably never be seen by anyone but fuck it. My father once owned a cat who loved to suck our earlobes for whatever reason. About half a decade ago my father left me alone in his apartment with his cat and I don't know exactly why but I just grabbed the cat, went in the bathroom with it, laid on my back, put it on my chest and let it suck my earlobes while masturbating. I find myself fucking disgusting when I think about it but I still think that it was one of my best faps.
matches malone
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Is this all that bad though? seems like something you'd see in a movie with a mixed race couple.
"I'll watch the Cat." starring James Franco and Zoe Zaldana
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matches malone
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psychobutcher;9017090 said:
cat people are already weird as fuck so Im sure this isnt that uncommon
psychobutcher
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The world is weird...
Someone asked if she was hot and this was a comment
Well, he's been porking her for 10 years, so let's hope he thinks so, at least.
porking? HAHAHAHA
Me and my cousin have been doing it for 10 years now. It started when she was 12 and I was 13. We had to babysit the younger kids in our family while the parents went to a party, and when they fell asleep, me and her got to talking about a lot of stuff. I made a move and started kissing her, and she didn't resist. We ended up doing it on her bed that night. We would end up fucking almost every weekend when we lived with our parents, telling our parents we were going out to hang out with some friends, but actually hook up. I'm 23 with my own apartment now, and she comes over almost every day to make out/fuck EDIT: wow, this post got popular. I just want to address everyone who says we should form an actual relationship: Our family would hate us forever. We once caught my cousin kissing a family friend, not even blood related, and he was isolated from the family. We both want our own things, and the sex is just an extra. Also, we're 1st cousins.
Someone asked if she was hot and this was a comment
Well, he's been porking her for 10 years, so let's hope he thinks so, at least.
porking? HAHAHAHA
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matches malone
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psychobutcher;9017108 said:
if you check that guys IP i can guarantee it leads to the south
rofl or maybe its IC poster Schitty (for you old IC heads)
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psychobutcher
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matches malone;9017134 said:
Damn, leave us Southerners alone.
Colin$mackabi$h
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I wish they kept that shit to themselves. .
matches malone
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lmao porking is a funny ass word tho
psychobutcher
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The amount of incest is alarming...
I was 14(female btw), he was 19. I'd looked up to him my whole life. He said he wanted to see me, I met up with him, i thought to chat, instead he sat in the back of his car with me and started kissing me. I pulled back. He stopped asked me how i was doing mentally, I broke down and he hugged me, then he kissed me again, I kissed him back a bit. I hate myself for it, but at the time i was so desperate for him to not go away, and he would if i didn't do this... he tried to get me to go further, I didn't want to. He kept trying to put his hand up my skirt, I said no, and kind of froze. He literally ripped off my panties. tore the sides and threw them on the floor. I said no and moved to the other side of the car, he grabbed my wrist and tried to force my hand down his pants, I was silent and just pulled back as hard as I could, my brain was in meltdown, I hated every second of seeing him but needed him in my life. I was breaking apart. He didn't manage to get me to touch him I was welling up and he stopped, I had a bruised wrist the next day. Anyway he got ontop of me and humped my leg, though his jeans, I just lay their looking away, and pressing on my cuts through my sleeve. He came in his pants and got off, went back to the front and told me he'd take me home. I cried like a little bitch that night, stayed in the shower forever, felt sick, and yet when he texted me later I told him that I had cut myself again and that my dad had called the house, and he comforted me.
Next day he shows up at my house, lived with the doors unlocked back then so just came in. tried to go further again, this time i was just numb, i felt dead inside, so betrayed and yet loved by him. i went with it, but completely unenthusiastically. He stopped before anything happened below the belt and said I think this was a mistake and stopped, and left the house. I felt so used and dirty and alone and yet wanted him to come back just so i had somebody in my life that I knew needed me. I hate myself. For years I would feel sick if someone said him name. I've only seen him twice since, both at family gatherings. First time he hugged me, I couldn't pull back as there were like 10 people in the room, I had the urge to scream though. Second time was last year, he dared to come and sit next to me at a wedding reception. I wanted to fucking stab him, he was sitting there laughing and joking RIGHT NEXT TO ME talking to my mum and me and trying to get a hug. I wanted to scream out in front of everyone what had happened, never did - just said i was ill and went back to my hotel and cried.
Next day he shows up at my house, lived with the doors unlocked back then so just came in. tried to go further again, this time i was just numb, i felt dead inside, so betrayed and yet loved by him. i went with it, but completely unenthusiastically. He stopped before anything happened below the belt and said I think this was a mistake and stopped, and left the house. I felt so used and dirty and alone and yet wanted him to come back just so i had somebody in my life that I knew needed me. I hate myself. For years I would feel sick if someone said him name. I've only seen him twice since, both at family gatherings. First time he hugged me, I couldn't pull back as there were like 10 people in the room, I had the urge to scream though. Second time was last year, he dared to come and sit next to me at a wedding reception. I wanted to fucking stab him, he was sitting there laughing and joking RIGHT NEXT TO ME talking to my mum and me and trying to get a hug. I wanted to scream out in front of everyone what had happened, never did - just said i was ill and went back to my hotel and cried.
5th Letter
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These white boys are crazy.
