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The Eggplant Picture
If you send a picture of your Johnson to someone without them asking for it, your a visual terrorist. Period. I've been online dating for a couple months now, and I must say that the amount of men willing to send a picture of their tallywhacker without consent is absolutely abominable.
By Mae McCreery5 years ago in Confessions
Promethean Star by Power Flower
I am not sure I actually believe him. He told me he was born millions of years ago on a planet on the opposite side of the Universe. He claims to have lived thousands of lives on the Earth over the past million years or so. As I said earlier his claims are really rather fantastical and mystical.
By David Olson5 years ago in Confessions
Wing Woman
“Tash, how long does it take you to get dressed in there?” Chloe’s fist hammered on the door. “One second!” I yelled back. I quickly turned around and checked myself out in the mirror. *Gulp*, I hoped this one would pass Chloe’s eagle eye test…. Or else I was gonna be in hot water! Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
By Rob St. Jacques5 years ago in Confessions
Cutting through traffic
As a child, about nine or ten years old, I was with my brother (who in his teens... came across more than a few beautiful little cars, like minis, and metros... all twin cams and turbos. His good friend Augustine.. oh boy! could he swap engines, and seats, and wheels, and things. One day I was with a friend, his name was victor. we were together in my brother's latest boys toy. I can't remember if he just offered or if I asked, to learn, but all I can remember is it being my turn. I'm in the drivers seat, facing the steering wheel, rev counter and speedometer, barely was able to see over the dash. nevertheless I did nothing rash as I listened keenly to my big bro who stressed clutch control over and over again. Before I knew.. I was on a roll, start stop, start stop, start stop.. each time adding a strand of nerve, between my brain, and my left foot.. now clutch down put it in second and ease it up... then third... I was driving. Changing gears was something my brother or father would allow me to do as a nipper in the eighties, as was steering. many times I had helped my mum into, or out of, a tight parking space with my natural spacial awareness. I even graduated to fully contracting of the job of parking for her sometimes. Then came the naughty years. I'd steal my mother's keys and go driving to see my friends, or just for the pure pleasure ... (a sort of benign joy ride), even tried to give it the big shot a get a date lol. I had and engine problem once as a sign I was on the wrong path however I was under the thinking that so long as I return the car in one piece, spent fuel replenished (about a fivers worth or so), preferably parked back in the same spot... then no harm was done. Needless to say I grew out of that attitude with maturity and responsibility. Came a time I was seeking a profession of some sort or just something to do, and so i trained as a courier, got an NVQ level 2 "delivering goods by road", and got myself a job as a motorcycle courier. this is when I learned the humble "Lifesaver" (a simple look over your shoulder to see what is happening around you), and well... I still got knocked over many times. Mostly by cab drivers. however those experiences came with the proverbial silver lining as firstly.. I learned. I learned all sorts of stuntman type breakfalls. I learned how to eject myself from my bike or bycicle in the split seconds before a collision. rather like a struck fighter pilot. I learned how to roll along the floor (like Arnie in T2... the liquid nitrogen scene) and get up and get myself off of the road before being struck again because the moving traffic isn't stopping soon enough ..like an action man. I learned to read and interpret the roads from a much more vulnerable and defensive standpoint! I learned to take care of myself! and that my safety, was in my hands! and more specifically, in my brain! all of which had the side effect of me scoffing at helmets for a while. Those and bike lanes. For the reduced agency and self responsibility and (one of my favourite all time road safety related words)... Anticipation. with maturity I now see clear cut bike lanes, well planned, and safely designed, with zero confusion or ambiguity, and well fitting, properly fastened, helmets as essential components of health and safety. Naturaly I moved on eventually becoming a driver's mate after joing an employment agency. In actual fact, I was a mate for many years. Having my first taste of being a white van man whilst out with my dad, helping him with his work for some pocket money. He delivered parcels, and I'd go out with him, to a lovely rural area called Buckinghamshire, which was his patch. I'd see how the other half and was always impressed to see all the lovely greenery, leafy villages and beautiful house with names and not numbers. finding them was easy, as it was so exciting to do so. my eyes eyes were naturaly peeled. I had a great experience and it was also a time of good man to young man bonding with my father. I got good excercise, running catalogues and boxes from the van to the doors. many a time was a moment of connection when we be offered a drink or a tip or a look around at some beautiful home or garden (the type with a lake and acres of Greenery.. maybe a horse etc) it was a far cry from hackney Islington or Camden etc. Courtesy, and invitation, a drink and relaxation, it was nice, and also a lesson in life.
By POETSKY5 years ago in Confessions
Ready, Set.....
I was late to the party of self-confidence. You see, being bullied by my peers from primary school onwards, wore away at my ability to understand my worth. I was told I was talented; a very artistic person. Gregarious, verbose and gifted at many things. This was all fine and good, but the blinds were down and dark clouds filled my brain. Negative self-talk consumed me.
By Kate Ashforth5 years ago in Confessions
Time and space
Halloween in America, it has certainly morphed over the centuries. What was, is no longer, at least for most. Houses decorated, haunted hayrides, carved pumpkins and then there’s the costumes. As a child my mother made all of our costumes, from Superman to the tin man. Burning old corks to black out our eyes for that Frankenstein costume.
By Katie 5 years ago in Confessions
Lysistrata Waiting
I knew that I was interested in a more complex form of sex since puberty. I craved endurance tests and ways of pushing my body into transcendental places. If naughty was a spectrum I have always been in the most colorful pools of it and without shame. I knew what I wanted and played pretty hard to get there.
By Monera Mason5 years ago in Confessions
Outlet Mouse Says Hello and Goodbye
As I was cleaning behind the fridge Sunday morning, I noticed something I hadn't ever seen before. It was a little mouse sticking its head out of the electrical outlet. At first I thought "how cute" and wondered if he was still alive. That's when several lessons came back hard and were re-learned through an instant of pain. It would be nice if I could say that a lesson learned is never forgotten, but as I get older and the memory capacity of my biological memory chip becomes rusty, the realization that learning is not what is happening - it is re-learning.
By 3D6 Space5 years ago in Confessions
Crazy Chronicles of An Ex Stripper
Yep, I was a stripper... It all started off as a spiteful argument. I was arguing with my Ex boyfriend and in that argument I said “I’ll just be a stripper then!” He was a lot older than me anyways and constantly doing things that didn’t respect our relationship. It didn’t help that I’m the type of person that follows through with what I say I am going to do.
By Dej Rene5 years ago in Confessions
