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freakizh
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i remember when i was in junior high.. i don't know why, we, as young eager ladies, were talking about being married, having a family, in class.
so, one of my friends, sadly told us that she wasn't able to bear kids. innocently, we asked, "why?"
she answer that, when she was a kid, her parents forced her to have sex with her cousin in a dark closet. apparently, they couldn't leave the place until they had sex.. she refused, but he obliged her.
she was raped by her cousin and her family.
then, she concluded, as naive as she always was, that teachers told her that if children had sex, 'they couldn't have children'. she confused the fact completely: obviously, she thought that from now on she was sterile, instead of understanding that kids were not able to procreate because their sex organs/hormones were not mature.
she thought her whole life she was obliged to be dead on the inside.
we explained her the reality, between tears of pity and fear, as we hugged during the rest of the class.
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are you from west virginia too?
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Kate
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My friend missed school about two times a week for about two months, and when asked she would reply that she had a doctor's appointment, but she would never tell me what they were for. Then about two weeks ago she was really worried and she wanted to talk to me about something important, so we went into the deserted lockerroom before school and she told me that she was 16 but still hadn't gotton her period, and the doctors were to do the final test on that day to see if she was barren. She was nervous and sad but she still could smile, and I wanted to impart strength and happiness to her to brighten her day. The next day she told me that their suspicisions were correct, she couldn't have kids, but she smiled and told me about adoption.
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Arwyn
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"It was December 9th, although the time of year has nothing to do with my recollection of this. She was willing, she was enamored, she was Asian, she was kind of pudgy. At the age of seventeen, having been deprived of female contact for a very, very long time, I had recently somehow transformed myself from a nerdy slip of a boy into a long-haired kid who was perceived in much the same way as a rock star. Traces remained, though, of who I was, and though I probably could have had any number of willing young fillies, I chose her, mostly because I was glamorous but shy. I had never thought what it might be like to finally pull some tottie, but now, having been pulled out of my tighty-whities (these too would soon go), there was no turning back.
It had been quite a night. I had made the official "asking out" earlier, as was convention in high school, and we had been officially "going out" for all of three, maybe four hours. Already, we'd kissed, traded massages, experimented with bondage, and I had recieved the first bout of oral sex, well, ever. I was a complete nobody, but now that she was naked and so was I, I could have been John Merrick for all I cared. I was going to get laid.
I hated myself. It was not because of that night, although certainly I had cause to; I'd said "I love you" to justify, in my head, the fact that I was about to put the pipe to someone I barely knew. No, I was seventeen and full of angst, which I think added to my appeal in ways, and the fact that I hated who I was precluded the fact that she was deep-voiced, smoked, was about as sexy as a stomach pump, and just about average in every way. She wasn't all that bright, but I didn't care. She was naked. Finally, so was I.
I sort of managed to get the birth control in place (I'm told some try to unroll it first; this is bad) and positioned myself atop her on the floor. I pushed slightly. I was ready. I had seen some Cinemax pornos and thought that, by watching Shannon Tweed dry-fuck any number of failed soap-opera actors who seemed to be getting along just fine despite still having their pants on, I would learn the way to please a woman. I was sort of right. Being young and retarded, I actually asked her if it was in. A few times. Being understanding and all, she said, "You'll know when it is." A little manuevering, a little touchy-touchy here and there, and she said to me, "Push."
I pushed.
It was heavenly. It was everything and more. It was life, it was love, it was sweaty, naughty, illicit teen sex, and for the duration of that magical adventure, I was king of the world. She moaned my name. She whimpered softly. I was a god. I was delivering wave after wave of nigh-unbearable orgasmic pleasure to her quivering form.
I had to move slightly, for comfort.
I lost my erection.
I'm still not sure why that happened, really, but it did. Figuring it wasn't no thing, as it's said, I gave it a few jerks, touched her a bit.
Nothing.
She offered her services, orally speaking. Nothing.
She used her hand. Nothing.
Cooed in my ear. Nothing.
It just didn't happen. All night we tried, completely in vain, to get some life back into the damn thing. Nothing worked. I was ready, she was willing, I was unable. Eventually I took her home. She was satisfied in some way, I was on fire. The entire world sucked. I had lost my virginity, and had missed out on the story's expected happy ending.
Call it angst, but I sometimes think that the whole experience neatly encapsulates my existence.
Other experiences were more fulfilling, but none were as pure. I'm still not sure if this is a good thing. "
This was taken from one of my friend's websites. it's sad, but scary enough, it's true.
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freakizh
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god, why should i be from there?
great (yet tearful) stories you all.
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unhinged
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i lost my virginity while i was drunk to some guy i barely knew after i said please don't and it lasted for all of thirty seconds. sad. sad and pathetic. and all the ones that have followed are pretty much as sad and pathetic. love and sex really don't have anything to do with each other.
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020527
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god
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lot of incest in WV. lot of interspecies stuff too.
ow, nic. sounds like a rough start
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freakizh
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oh see, good god.
mexico is not that incestive. they don't target to family, they fuck randomly.
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020530
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ClairE
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It was winter.
My ex came back.
He had the same smile.
I walked over and placed myself in his lap
and my tongue in his mouth
and he ran off to get condoms
and I said, no, don't eat me out,
just_fuck_me
and he obliged, puzzled,
and I shut out his eyes from mine
and when it wasn't the boy I loved, I cried.
Then I ended up sleeping in a car with this ex and I woke up at three in the morning to feel something touching my lips. I didn't dare open my eyes.
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020531
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poetic_onslaught
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the last time i tried to do it i couldnt get it up so i had her suck it instead. as soon as her tounge touched my dick and i felt her wet lips on it it jumped right up....lol. when i couldnt get it up to fuck her i blamed it on her and said it was because she was fat and unattractive. which was true and i just felt like being an asshole anyway. it doesnt matter because she was probably a hoe anyway
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squint
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wow
you are a dumbass
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020601
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kerry
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that was kind of uncalled for, squint...
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bleh
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I guess kerry missed that PO was doing their best to get a response by being assinine
kerry missed something... Again... go fucking figure
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kerry
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asinine?
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poetic_onslaught
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yea i think the word your looking for is asinine. i was just contributing like everyone else here. so im a dumbass? why, because of the content? i wont retort with slanderous remarks because you already did this to yourself when you called me an asinine. obviously, you cant call someone an ass without being one yourself, right? i take no offense, what you've really done was make a dumbass out of yourself by making asinine statements
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squint
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hey silly.
it wasn't me that made the second comment, i would have posted under my own name.
don't make assumptions.
you make me giggle.
everyone takes things so seriously.
if you are going to be a dumbass, you might as well be fun and lighthearted about it.
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kerry
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lol
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020604
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poetic_onslaught
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lol. sorry but your the one that made the foolish assumption. that wasnt directed at you, it was directed at bleh. asanine - 1.marked by inexcusable failure to exercise intelligence or sound judgement 2.of, relating to, or resembling an ass. in other words, a dumbass. i take few things seriously, especially when it comes to a few words on a screen from people i dont know or know me. maybe it wasnt too foolish, i guess i can see why you would think that. accept your foolishness and smile....dumbass...lol.
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poepic_ohsiaughl
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beauty is truth, truth is beauty.
I think that this is very poetic.
but not very true, this is all still beautiful though.
Because it's hard to not be truthful about beauty, but the truth can be real ugly. I like fat chicks.
Obviously the order of these key words in the 4th blathe up:
asinine.
dumbass?
an asinine.
ass
dumbass
asinine
on the date 020601
clearly shows a blending of the two characters squint and bleh, as if they were a single person.
This observation leads to the obvious conclusion that the precious entry, created by poetic_onslaught is so full of crap.
But don't get to hard on yourself, lol.
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poepic_ohsiaughl
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meant to say previous, not precious
ah well, boner petite
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poepic_ohsiaughl
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don't always assume nobody reads you
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020701
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poepic_ohsiaughl
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and one more, for the hell of it
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poepic_ohsiaughl
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just for the thrill I get
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poepic_ohsiaughl
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Just a few more to get a full screen
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poepic_ohsiaughl
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Just a few more,
to get a full screen
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poepic_ohsiaughl
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I think I'm almost there, I know I am stepping over the boundary of good taste right now
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poepic_ohsiaughl
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I could help it, but why not go for the gold, you know?
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poepic_ohsiaughl
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and one more. just cause it won't matter at this point
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poepic_ohsiaughl
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I had sex once, I never came
isn't that sad?
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freakizh
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you can tell so
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Steals the sky
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...So my girlfriend at the time comes back from Greece. She'd been there for a semester of school. She'd been the person I gave my virginity to--not because she was my first choice, or we had some kind of amazing connection, but more I was tired of holding onto it.
(Some people lose their virginity and some give it away, I think it important to make that distinction.)
So I pick her up from the airport when she returns from Greece. I was horny. So was she. We drove back to my house at best speed and had wild monkey sex. When we were done, I was about to get rid of the condom and she said "here, I'll take care of it."
How sweet! My girlfriend will go throw away the rubber for me. She's neat.
I didn't see her absent-mindedly drop it over the side of my bed on a pillow--my pillow--that had slid to the floor. I get dressed and drive her home.
While I'm gone, my mom gets home from her loooong day at work, slips off her SANDALS. Walks downstairs and decides to check her email on the only computer in the house, which is in my room.
(Family Circus-esque dotted line goes from the front door, down the stairs, through the living room, into my room, around my bed, and--)
stepstepstepstepSQUISH
My mother sinks her big toe into a four month buildup of her only son's love juices.
My mother never asked me much about my relationships any more, having already received the epitome of too much information. We refer to it now as "The Story That Shall Not Be Named."
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Human Behavior
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To those of you who had a bad first experience, I give you this small story. I was a very religious and very romantic teenager. I thought it was vital to save yourself for That Special Someone. I met That Special Someone in college, and when things became physical it was absolute bliss. Despite my devoutness, I didn't feel terribly guilty about the physical part. She did, and dumped me. It devastated me, all that cliched shit, but thats not my point. My first sexual experience was so overwhelmingly good that when it stopped it fucked up my perspective. For a long time I had a hard time distinguishing between a physical connection and a spritual one. It led to a lot of screw ups in my relationships that some might argue continue to this day. I think if my first sexual experience had been fumbling and embarassing and unsatisfying, I might be happily married today.
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Zed
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Years ago now I was at a party and it was the middle of the night. Everyone else had gone home or gone to bed, but I was with a young lady.
Having had no idea that I'd meet this young lady I had no form of protection on me, but it became clear that we were going to need some very soon.
In my excitement I completely ignored the need for clothes as I ran to a bedroom where I knew some condoms were.
When I got to the door I realised that I couldn't just knock and ask for them due to my state of dress, so I just creeped in, crawling along the floor to stay low and out of sight. Unfortunetly earlier in the night the couple that were in that room had broken a glass - it soon became apparent that I was crawling through the shattered remains! It was at this point that the couple in the room turned on the light to see me naked and bloody on their floor.
That was a tough one to explain, let me tell you.
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just another statistic
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i was almost 17 years old, and my best friend and i decided to make an appearance at a friend's house. it was sort of an ongoing party. this guy's parents were always out of town, so almost every single weekend his place just sort of became the hot spot. there was alot of the usual and the unusual going on at this party, including the necessary drinking, drugs, and ACDC which always seemed to accompany such an event, so it was rockin'. however, at some point during the evening, someone slipped something (yet unidentifiable) into my drink and that of my best friend's. of course we had no idea. we both could not figure out why we had become so unbearably tired. we crawled all the way up the staircase with beer and cigarettes in our hands and made it as far as the master bedroom. i remember both of us falling on the bed and then...
i woke up suddenly. i was extremely disoriented and my head was exploding. the room was completely dark and the house was deafly quiet. i was half undressed...no shirt and bra to be found and my jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, and pulled down somewhat. i turned on the lamp to figure out what the hell was going on. in doing so, i became horrified with the thought that my best friend and i had just had sex. i remember thinking, 'omg, i'm a lesbian! my mother will kill me!' i flipped the light on, and as i turned around, this guy, the one who resided in the house was in bed with us. he was pretty much raping my best friend, and doing a damn quiet job of it. she was completely naked, still passed out and unaware. i jumped on top of him and began beating the shit out of him. he didn't even fight me. he just sort of rolled over laughing as if the entire thing was some sort of joke, and that we were missing the punch line. then he became violent with me...slapping my face and calling me an awesome fuck. i continued fighting with him until my friend came to. she realized the instant she sat up, what had happened and began screaming at the top of her lungs. she grabbed her jeans and ran out of the room. myself and the guy sat there for a minute startled at her quick departure, and then with one last scratch to his pretty boy face, i jumped off of him and took off after her. i didn't even grab my clothing. the house was completely dark and completely empty. we ran out of the house. we were out in the middle of nowhere, but the security light lit up the entire yard. there we were naked (her entirely naked with jeans in hand, me with my jeans barely on), trying to unlock her car, while listening to his maniacal laughter coming from the second story floor. we could see flashes of light, but it didn't occur to us why. once inside her car, we hauled ass down the private lane and made it to the country road. we were so fucked up. i was curled up in a little bawl in the corner of the passenger seat alternately crying and screaming. she was naked, crying and trying to drive, but the entire side of the right car was in the ditch the whole time. she finally slammed on the brakes and just stopped in the road/ditch. i said calmly, 'i don't think you should be driving'. she said, 'he was taking pictures...he was taking pictures...those flashes of light...he was fucking taking pictures!!!!!' i looked at her and screamed 'let's fucking get him!', but not before she was already turning the car around. we drove back and ended up driving straight into his yard. still not dressed at all, we flew up the stairs and through the front door of the house. it was still completely dark. we began walking towards the staircase but stopped short when he began laughing and taunting us...'come and find me, come and find me'. the house was massive, and his voice was coming from every direction. his laughter was echoing throughout the house like some sort of scary movie. we began threatening him countless acts of revenge. it didn't seem to work, so we screamed that we were going to fucking kill him. we began roaming the house trying to find him. every so often, he would blind us with flashes of light and then run off in another direction. he was so drunk and it was beginning to wear him down fast. that was the only thing we had in our favor. finally, we caught up to him, and began laughing with him. we let him believe that we were giving in and that in the end it was all just fun and games. he let his guard down enough, when we promised him a threesome that he would never forget, that he stupidly allowed us to tie him to his parents bed. once he was confined, we stood beside the bed and told him the way things were. we had found the camera of course, but decided not to unload it. we used the rest of the film shooting pictures of him in bed naked (in some of them we had draped kinky things over his body as if he were into wild s&m). we told him that we were going to the police, and that if he didn't publically beg us for our mercy, then the photos of him we had just shot would find there way into every single locker of every student at the high school. he was so angry, and ended up freeing one of his hands. we flew out of the house with a couple of sheets wrapped around us for cover. we made it out of there safely.
i have no idea of what he did do to me, or the extent of everything he did to my friend. i do know that he did not take my virginity, which was confirmed without my parents' knowledge from a trip to P.P. we both decided not to go to the police. we both had father's that were extremely physically violent and we would have paid dearly for going to the party, when we were forbidden to. we were able to come to terms with it by threatening him with the photos whenever the opportunity presented itself. what is strange is that none of it had really scared me. if i had not been unconsious, i'm sure i would have been frightened. however, i was fucking angry, deeply hurt and i felt completely dirty. this guy wasn't really the type to do this. even though his actions said otherwise, it was more like he was being an obnoxious bully, than someone who receives pleasure from control, or from wanting to harm us. he was just plain stupid. i think that he was just sick of his good guy image and wanted to show the world that he too could be a bad boy. i'm making excuses for him. now that's sad. ::sigh:: 'this is my sweet little girl who believes that there is goodness in everyone'. thanks dad. :(
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shameless self promotion
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stork daddy
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in junior high brian macchi became infamous for licking the screen when we paused "basic instinct" on a shot of sharon stone's breast. eric bickel at the same party woke up right in time to see michael douglas's man ass, after it left the screen he returned to sleep.
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and in the ensuing years, it is still mostly sad_lonely_pathetic lacking love and pleasure. i mostly feel guilty for the bad things that have happened to me over the years; that it was my bad choices that put me in bad situations. all my fault. love and sex are so disconnected for me now that i wonder if i will ever be able to reconcile that. i keep telling myself i won't have sex again with a person i don't care about, but when the opportunity presents itself i take it. we are biological animals after all and months and months without any contact usually encourages me to take what i can get. until it becomes more and less than i wanted at the same time. until i can't see any way of stopping it that wouldn't result in physical violence.
i disconnected my mind from my body and all i could think was 'i can't go to work with a black eye.' for some reason, i thought if i tried any harder to get him to stop he would punch me in the face. i sat at work the next day, playing the piano and cried.
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