• Facepunch Anonymous Confessional v7
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[QUOTE=rinoaff33;32720860]Why would an incubator even be able to turn up that hot? That's just like how half of a shower's knob is the setting for "devil's piss".[/QUOTE] so people can have boiled eggs durr
[QUOTE]Here's the story of something I'm really embarrassed to talk about and a really old, vague memory. A gay "experience" I had in 3rd grade (I guess?). So anyways, about that time, I started getting random boners, like all boys do. I was extremely curious about it and it really felt..weird. So I tell one of my best friends about this, he tells me he has been getting these boners too. So somehow we come up with the marvelous idea of showing each other's penises while getting a hard on, we go to the back of the school, tuck ourselves in a small, abandoned room there was, and there we flash each other's dicks. I still can't figure why we thought it'd be a good idea, and didn't actually think it was bad at that moment. I forgot about it, I guess he did too cause we never mentioned it. After we grew up and went to 7th grade, we stopped talking to each other, and became enemies, I started listening to rock and shit and pretty much stopped being friends with everyone in my classroom. Until one day all of the sudden the memories hit me, I was so fucking embarrassed and still am, and I guess he's too. It didn't really make me question my sexuality, as I'm constantly falling in love (but so far failing) with chicks. Well, that was that, wanted to get that off my chest. thanks FP.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]Hi, I have made a hobby of buying people's souls..I created a long, boring, pointless contract with careful wording to say "By signing this contract, you agree to forfeit your soul, and all exclusive rights to its use, transfer, and purchase to the current holder of this contract," and gotten 5 signatures (on the back, there's nine slots for multiple people to sign the contract. 5 are filled at the moment, and it's ever-growing. I'm adding more pages for slots later. I will sell the contract for a large amount of money some day. I've done it before and got nearly 500.00$ USD. It's funny though, because I'm not a Satanist or anything, despite the pentagrams and satanic symbols all over the paper - I'm merely non-religious. I hope to one day own a thousand souls, and sell it for enough money to buy happiness. :) I got a pastor, a police officer, two kids at the mall, and my friend to sign it. They didn't even ask any questions, they just said, "Alright, where do I sign?", smiling. If it's this easy, I can buy the souls of everyone at a church by just saying, "SIGN UP FOR FREE WORD-OF-GOD PAMPHLETS," and watching all these poor, damned souls gather to sign away their souls. Hell, if I were even crueler, I'd require it in blood (but that would look too suspicious) so I just carry a black pen around with it at all times. You never know when you'll see an innocent old woman who deserves to be damned to suffer in hell for her entire life! (I don't believe in hell, but damn it'd be funny if it really did exist and this contract really was binding!) Anyways, that's my confession - I have made a hobby of buying people's souls. [/QUOTE] Do it online, everyone would scroll down and just press agree. [QUOTE]I'm kind of a whore. Not in the sense that my office is the street corner, thank god, but I can't help letting people take advantage of me. Thankfully that doesn't happen so often in real life because in real life people maintain some level of decency, but I've been a man-slut to so many guys online, guys I don't even like, guys I find ugly, guys who are older than me, doesn't matter. I get so depressed from it but I just can't stop.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]Alright, so here we go. I was born in Calgary, in Canada. I'm 17 and still a virgin. My family and I went to the petting zoo with the younger kids in my family. (11 and 8). Basically, we were walking passed the giraffe exhibit when I saw the most fucking incredible giraffe you'd ever see. Not kidding, you know those commercials where they advertise the fuck out of their meat products? PRIME 100% ALL ROUND CANA-MERICAN BEEF. That was the fucking giraffe, except honestly that awesome. I knew I had to fuck that giraffe, anyway. About 20 minutes later I snuck into the giraffe exhibit, honestly I was caught pretty fucking quick. I climbed onto the giraffe as people yelled at me over megaphones. I did the most batshit thing I could ever do, I wrapped my arms and legs around the giraffe's neck and scurried up. I grabbed it's mouth, and began to kiss it. Keep in mind, my family had caught up. The security guys got me as I was coming back down, and I was kicked out. Seriously FP, I need that giraffe in my life, I don't think I could handle living without it. I got grounded for about 2 months and am currently being sent to a therapist. ADVICE.[/QUOTE] Sneak back in, steal the giraffe. [QUOTE]So Facepunch, here's a story I think you might find interesting. not mine, It's a story from my uncle. Me and my uncle are really really close, I consider him my second father. he introduced me to a lot of bands I listen nowadays, and he's a pretty chill guy, but he's gay. It used too bother me before as I was raised in a very closed-mind family, but now I really don't care. One day out of courage, I ask him: "Why do you think you're gay? when did you realised about it? he then proceeded to tell me this story I'll share with you: Back when he was 10 years old, mid 70's, he lived in this very large farm, owned by his (my) family, all that's is since gone. Our family was very rich, millionaire, in fact. They raised chickens and shit, and they had loads of ilegal colombian immigrants working in the farm. One day one of these colombian workers called him to go help him carry some bags to feed the chicken, he then leads him in a room that served as a deposit for food, closed the door and there he raped him. he then threathens him with a machete not to tell anyone or he'd come at cut his head off, and told him to be back every thursday to that same place. He, being an insecure child didn't tell anyone, and the incident happened around 10 times. sometimes other men and women were there, watching the scene, cheering the situation, taking pictures. The man and his family were later kicked out of the farm because they were caught stealing money from my grandma's bedroom. This scarred him for life and confused him a lot on his sexual identity later on his teenage years, and when he realised how awful it really was, he didn't tell anyone because t was too hard for him and the damage had already been done. As he grew up, he tried dating girls, but it didn't work out for him, then he realised he was gay. The only people he has told this story has been my mom and me, and told me not to tell anyone about it. he told this to my mom because she almost got raped by the same man, he told me she was sleeping when she feels her pants pulling down, wakes up and sees the man and a woman, stands up quickly and runs out of the bedroom, as she left she heard the man say "Damn, almost got her". She then proceeded to tell my grandma about it but she didn't believe it, as the man had been working for 5 years already and she appreciated him. I didn't believe this part at first when he told me, but years later my mom told me the same exact story one night she got drunk. And there you have it, hope you found that interesting. TL;DR I ask my uncle why he's gay, he tells me he was raped as a child.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]Hey, it's the schitzo-ish guy again. This morning felt like one of the worst I've had in years, because of yesterday. Normal day, got woke up by my dog, thought I must have left my door open. Went to school, played around with my dog before I left, though. When i came home, he was waiting for me on my bed, he jumped onto me and licked me like mad, I fell over from the weight- he was always a large dog. after I finished my dinner, then my homework, I dropped him a treat on the floor and I heard him chew on it happily before I turned in. This morning, I wondered where he went- then I realised he was put down on new years eve. I started crying right there... R.I.P jasper, the big o' strong dog who I miss too much.[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]I've sent a confession to you before, but I have to say something here that I didn't mention before (there's other things I wanted to say but forgot - oh well). I had the weirdest, WEIRDEST fucking dream about two weeks ago. It's the only dream in, say, three years that I have actual memory of, although after this time it's obviously a bit foggy. I'm going to try to recall it, because, for all its weirdness, it makes me wish fervently that I could lucid dream at will. So, where to start? It all began like a normal day - I remember me sitting at my desk, playing Starcraft II (I'd had a little marathon of it that day, so this isn't very surprising). I spammed a shitton of ultralisks and killed a bunch of pesky marines. All of a sudden, without transition (but it didn't seem weird to me while I was dreaming, of course) I was walking through what appeared to be...a Wal'Mart. Yes, a fucking Wal'Mart, a place I haven't been to in almost a year. I noticed kind of absent-mindedly that I was no longer "me" - I was instead...my (female) Facepunch avatar. No, seriously. The dream was still in first person rather than that weird out-of-body external view that sometimes happens but you don't even think is weird while you're experiencing it, though. I somehow "knew" that the person just in front of me was someone I was escorting - you know, in retrospect, my memory is even more foggy than I thought, because I'm not even sure if I'm telling this in the right order. Anyways, a guy that looked suspiciously like Bruce Lee, shirtless and all, complete with cheesy sound effect and "WA-CHA", jumped out at us out of nowhere. I ended up having a slow-motion fight with him - I literally experienced the slow motion. It actually felt like I knew what the hell I was doing, too. I ended up kicking his ass, and...I don't exactly remember what happened to him, he just sort of disappeared. Anyway, after that, I remember walking through this awesome-looking city that was suspiciously similar to the Imperial City from TESIV: Oblivion, but with narrower paths. Basically, think the Imperial City crossed with a city from Assassin's Creed and it'll be fairly accurate. I walked through this kind of shadowy area and saw a sign that said "Mage's Guild" (I don't know why, they didn't even show up anywhere else in the dream). I entered into a somewhat Arabic-looking room judging by the fancy arched patterns on the walls (they're called grotesques, I think). I weaved my way through a somewhat convoluted series of hallways and ended up in a HUGE ASS room - I looked up and saw a gray stone ceiling so far up that it was foggy up there, and sunlight poured down in a few spots where the stone was missing. There was a giant ass Egyptian pyramid (pretty much life sized) in the center of the room, and basically, the entire room had the appearance of a place under construction. I was suddenly walking alongside other people at this point around the outside of the pyramid. We talked, but I don't remember what we said - I don't even remember the sound of my voice, but it wasn't mine, which felt weird even during the dream. It was around this point that I was finally starting to become lucid. I was wandering through some more brown-stoned, Arabic-looking hallways when another Bruce Lee wannabe jumped out at me (in retrospect, this sounds even stupider than I thought it would), and we had another slow-motion fight scene. I remember this one a lot better, but I can't be assed to describe it verbatim. Suffice to say, I won, and, once again, he sort of disappeared. Then, I remember being in a sort of dark, foggy, smallish room with several people, including a black guy standing in the middle of it. I remember something about him saying that he and his partner/teammate/whatever near him was trying to capture us, but instead, we captured him by kicking his henchman's ass. I remember this last part of the dream best - I was almost fully lucid at this point, probably because I was about to wake up. I was standing near the wall in a nightclub sort of room, similar to the one we'd been in but complete with flashing multi-colored lights. This part gets a little...odd. I saw several of my friends from school in there, and two of the girls were having what appeared to be an orgy with the guys we captured. For some really strange reason, I also remember Abe Lincoln being there - yes, THE Abe Lincoln. He had an AK-47, too. I recall one of the girls saying (it was in her real voice, too) "Why don't you have sex with him, Lincoln?" to which every guy in the room (except myself - I was completely silent, and I'm not even sure if I was "me") said "AW HELL NAW." I also remember her pulling her shirt up...and just before her breasts would have popped out, I heard an all-too-familiar voice. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU KIDS DOING?" yelled my old high school science teacher. The music and lights stopped, and he began to rattle off some kind of punishment that we would have to follow - I can't remember the exact words, but I remember a serious sense of dread going through me. And then I woke up. I sat up in my bed and went "WTF was that and what the hell have I been smoking." The end.[/QUOTE] Learn how to lucid dream, post more. [QUOTE]I met this really gorgeous, venezuelan girl through my best friend (I should note we're both venezuelans as well, moved out to Panama), she's white skin, light brown straight hair and the most gorgeous, epic eyes I've seen in my entire life, typical kind of girl you find in my country in every corner. I talk to her for a little, and notice she's kinda interested in me, so yeah, I get really pumped, but not too excited about it. So I ask my buddy hey where did you meet that chick? - Met her thorught my family - She nice huh? -yeah, you like her? - Yeah, might ask her out one of these days Next thing that happens, my friend starts begging for me not to try anything with her, he got really mad and threathens me not to hit on her or he'd slap my shit, I'm like.. "Don't worry man, you're my best friend, you met her first, It's your chance" and I was not going to try anything on her, but I just can't. The more I know her the more I wanna ask her out. So I've been giving my friend awful advice intentionally, I've been complimenting her and she has insinuating thigs too, I also pretend he's not my friend in front of her and talking shit about him, in hopes she won't date him. I'm not worried at all, he's a desperate fuck and has no chance with her, but I do it anyways. I feel horrible about myself right now.[/QUOTE] Bros before hoes? [QUOTE]Sup FP, When I was 4, I used to have a raging fetish for Dee Dee from Dexters Lab, this was the time where you would say "when I see girl my pee pee go up1!?!?!?!?!?!" As I grew older, I would constantly think of her, then when I was 12, the fapping age, I actually looked up porn of her, when I saw that shit I would masturbate each day. To this day I still do it, and if you think I'm creepy then look at the other fetishes FPers have, atleast it's a female and not some cat or sock or whatever the fuck creepy people fap to today. [/QUOTE] They fap to non-pointy elbows.
[quote]Alright, so here we go. I was born in Calgary, in Canada. I'm 17 and still a virgin. My family and I went to the petting zoo with the younger kids in my family. (11 and 8). Basically, we were walking passed the giraffe exhibit when I saw the most fucking incredible giraffe you'd ever see. Not kidding, you know those commercials where they advertise the fuck out of their meat products? PRIME 100% ALL ROUND CANA-MERICAN BEEF. That was the fucking giraffe, except honestly that awesome. I knew I had to fuck that giraffe, anyway. About 20 minutes later I snuck into the giraffe exhibit, honestly I was caught pretty fucking quick. I climbed onto the giraffe as people yelled at me over megaphones. I did the most batshit thing I could ever do, I wrapped my arms and legs around the giraffe's neck and scurried up. I grabbed it's mouth, and began to kiss it. Keep in mind, my family had caught up. The security guys got me as I was coming back down, and I was kicked out. Seriously FP, I need that giraffe in my life, I don't think I could handle living without it. I got grounded for about 2 months and am currently being sent to a therapist. ADVICE.[/quote] We need pictures of this giraffe.
[QUOTE] Hey, it's the schitzo-ish guy again. This morning felt like one of the worst I've had in years, because of yesterday. Normal day, got woke up by my dog, thought I must have left my door open. Went to school, played around with my dog before I left, though. When i came home, he was waiting for me on my bed, he jumped onto me and licked me like mad, I fell over from the weight- he was always a large dog. after I finished my dinner, then my homework, I dropped him a treat on the floor and I heard him chew on it happily before I turned in. This morning, I wondered where he went- then I realised he was put down on new years eve. I started crying right there... R.I.P jasper, the big o' strong dog who I miss too much.[/QUOTE] Shed a tear. :(
I don't mean to undermine how awful that must be for the schizophrenic, but I would like to experience it for a month or a week maybe, it's really interesting to me
[QUOTE=babyarm-bat;32723598]I don't mean to undermine how awful that must be for the schizophrenic, but I would like to experience it for a month or a week maybe, it's really interesting to me[/QUOTE]700mg of Diphenhydramine and you'll know what it's like for 8 hours
These dog stories are really upsetting. Stay strong brethren.
[QUOTE=Funktastic Dog;32723665]These dog stories are really upsetting. Stay strong brethren.[/QUOTE] Very motivational avatar :patriot: Will do.
[quote]Alright, so here we go. I was born in Calgary, in Canada. I'm 17 and still a virgin. My family and I went to the petting zoo with the younger kids in my family. (11 and 8). Basically, we were walking passed the giraffe exhibit when I saw the most fucking incredible giraffe you'd ever see. Not kidding, you know those commercials where they advertise the fuck out of their meat products? PRIME 100% ALL ROUND CANA-MERICAN BEEF. That was the fucking giraffe, except honestly that awesome. I knew I had to fuck that giraffe, anyway. About 20 minutes later I snuck into the giraffe exhibit, honestly I was caught pretty fucking quick. I climbed onto the giraffe as people yelled at me over megaphones. I did the most batshit thing I could ever do, I wrapped my arms and legs around the giraffe's neck and scurried up. I grabbed it's mouth, and began to kiss it. Keep in mind, my family had caught up. The security guys got me as I was coming back down, and I was kicked out. Seriously FP, I need that giraffe in my life, I don't think I could handle living without it. I got grounded for about 2 months and am currently being sent to a therapist. ADVICE.[/quote] [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkPyUYEtQcQ[/media]
[QUOTE]I met this really gorgeous, venezuelan girl through my best friend (I should note we're both venezuelans as well, moved out to Panama), she's white skin, light brown straight hair and the most gorgeous, epic eyes I've seen in my entire life, typical kind of girl you find in my country in every corner. I talk to her for a little, and notice she's kinda interested in me, so yeah, I get really pumped, but not too excited about it. So I ask my buddy hey where did you meet that chick? - Met her thorught my family - She nice huh? -yeah, you like her? - Yeah, might ask her out one of these days Next thing that happens, my friend starts begging for me not to try anything with her, he got really mad and threathens me not to hit on her or he'd slap my shit, I'm like.. "Don't worry man, you're my best friend, you met her first, It's your chance" and I was not going to try anything on her, but I just can't. The more I know her the more I wanna ask her out. So I've been giving my friend awful advice intentionally, I've been complimenting her and she has insinuating thigs too, I also pretend he's not my friend in front of her and talking shit about him, in hopes she won't date him. I'm not worried at all, he's a desperate fuck and has no chance with her, but I do it anyways. I feel horrible about myself right now.[/QUOTE] Bro Dude Not fucking cool
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I havea bit of a story to tell... but... can i be ASSURED this is an Anonymous confessional...
[QUOTE=ineedateam1;32734770]I havea bit of a story to tell... but... can i be ASSURED this is an Anonymous confessional...[/QUOTE] Yes, it is.
[QUOTE=ineedateam1;32734770]I havea bit of a story to tell... but... can i be ASSURED this is an Anonymous confessional...[/QUOTE] Speaking of fucking up the point of the confessional being anonymous, did you get my PM OP?
[QUOTE=ineedateam1;32734770]I havea bit of a story to tell... but... can i be ASSURED this is an Anonymous confessional...[/QUOTE] It is when you don't tell us you sent one.
[QUOTE]Sorry if i sound scattered whilst writing this, I'm very nervous and there are family in the immediate vicinity of me, ive never told a soul this and i just want to get it out. I am a paedo. During the summers I used to volunteer at a youth group center for grades k-5, and there was a girl, i suspect she was in maybe 4th grade (we'll call her Amellia), but we'll get to that later, I was 13 at the time . Every summer we would go to a water park, this was one of the funnest times of the year, large slides, cannonballs, all good fun. The girls in one pieces or bikinis. Amellia, in a loose purple bikini, she was the was the sexiest thing there. During the summer, I had made friends with Amellia, only reason is that i could get close to her and she wouldnt think any wiser. so me and Amellia are off in a separated portion of the public pool, "Playing". I ask if she wants to play a game, she obliges. "How about we play follow the leader! You be leader, and ill follow!" I ask, a slight hardon is growing at this point, but the water conceals it. "Okay, 3... 2.... 1... GO!" She exclaims. She starts swimming underwater, making futile dips and turns to try and get me off course. I was following right on track, My nose practically in her taint. Me with goggles, I can see everything, with every turn, her loose purple bikini sways to the left or right. Exposing herself each time. (oh my god i am getting hard writing this) It was perfect, small, untouched, innocent. At this point my penis has extended i could use it as a rudder in this cold water. (did i mention I have a fetish for having cold dick) At this point anyone with an aerial view could see me basically sniffing her wet flower, but the water obscured vision. After we had swam halfway across the pool, I told her that she had won, and pretended to choke on water. Noone saw anything, I got out without being labeled a pedophile by friends ive know for years. (at this point im dreaming of other things i couldve gotten away with) After that experience, I have majorly lightened up on being a perv. (I was a perv in school as well, but never caught, infact, when i told people i was pervy, they said i was the least pervy person they knew) I still look at Lolicon and other things looked down upon by society. (i dont blame them im sick im sick) This is all I have, sorry if it sounds a little dramatic, ive been reading Stephen King. I actually do feel better, I feel much more comfortable with myself, letting people know, it feels good.[/QUOTE] !! [QUOTE]Kay, so I'm gonna stir the pot with my confession; old women turn me on. Now I have to explain myself because that statement isn't entirely true. But my biggest boner is given to a certain build. It's hard to describe, but essentially it includes broad shoulders, large features, and not skinny. And I find this mostly on like mature videos and especially at school. I've had interesting classes where I couldn't help but stare in class and feed my cock these energies. It's been like this since 8th grade, when I had a dream that I lived in a treehouse village hippie shit neighborhood and my teacher turned out to be my mother or something. And then the next day at school I was eyeing her cooch thinking 'Mmmh' and then 'Whoa what teh fuck' and afterwards I fapped to her many times. And then it spread onto my science teacher, and then to my high school teachers, and it worries me that they're going to see me staring down their breasts like there's three of them on her chest. One of these teachers was probably 5'5" and 300lbs but grr the underwear through her pants hnnngh. And another teacher passed by my desk and her ass rubbed against my elbow and it was the softest thing that has ever touched me, and uunnnnnhh it was so mmmmhh. Not to mention that hot chicks my age don't give me that super boner I get from old people. I think the moral of the story is I need my dick sucked. And I guess I could confess that my friend and I jerked each other off before. It wasn't gay, we were watching straight porno and just switched hands so it'd be an outside feeling. You should try it sometime.[/QUOTE] No thanks. [QUOTE]Hello, Facestrike. I think I might kill someone. Some time ago I went to a trip to one of the local lakes that was being hosted by a friend of mine, and I ended up meeting the girl that I am currently dating. Well, being new to this kind of dating (previous relationship was in HS, and its very different from the real world I promise you) I decided to just... go with it. First date was okay in the sense that we still were friends afterwards, but she was way afraid of being in a relationship and I had no idea why. Well, she agrees to a second date some 2 weeks later and we go see a movie, have lunch, and hang out at the park (BEAUTIFUL weather that day, it was perfect). She breaks the fear she had and we both nail down that there is definitely something here chemistry wise. Well, some time later I go to church with them as a token of goodwill to her grandparents (whom she currently lives with) and afterwards I help them move some stuff around in their garage. Well here is where things get relevant to the topic. We're done moving stuff and we're all tired and watching a movie. Phone rings, she answers it, and my alarms immediately go off because the INSTANT a voice comes over that speakerphone, she comes from the kitchen to the den in an instant and is in a ball on the couch. What in the hell is going on? I learn that its her brother on the phone. history lesson: her family history is like... absolute hell. She and her brother grew up in an incredibly unhealthy environment. Her mother was a batshit insane woman who made her own spin-off of the 7th Day Adventists Church, of which herself and her family were the only members. Only meats they could eat were chicken and turkey. All of their money came from Government pensions, welfare, and disability checks, and most of it was spend on games and game systems. Her father is the source of the checks that get spent on games. he is a USAF enlistee, dishonorably discharged for drug use or something, I dunno, not exactly a casual conversational topic. (primarily LSD cause its cheap apparently) He was dirty, had excessive facial hair, incredibly mental issues, puked everywhere, and was generally a dirty nasty hobo of the worst kind. her brother? Holy shit. Her brother is schizophrenic, incoherent, has a bizarre fetish with black people, incredibly and uncontrollably perverted, and is generally just a fucked up thing. I learned that my girlfriend had her thumb cut off by this guy, and she laid bleeding on the floor screaming while her mother watched and did nothing. her father was... somewhere, he didn't stick around often. It wasn't until her neighbors heard intense screaming that something was done, and she was rushed to the hospital where the thumb was re-attached, with the only sign being a scar around the base of it. So thats all I knew about them at that point in time. Back to the present as her grandfather is chatting with this guy on phone for god knows why, she's in the other room, curled up on the couch. My sirens are going absolutely fucking insane and immediately move to where she is and try and get her to look at me and establish some kind of eye contact. No dice, she won't look up. What she does do however is allow us to hug. I then got to watch as she emotionally and psychologically came apart in my arms, with me powerless to do anything much more than merely watch and be there for her. She started moaning in discomfort about his voice, then silently weeping, then crying, and then uncontrolled sobs into my shoulder as my arms are tight around her. And then she started flashbacking. Right in my arms. This beautiful girl was reduced to a sobbing, psychologically destroyed basket-case in mere minutes by just the sound of that guys voice. I knew then that there was more to the short snippets I got about her. There was so much more that I didn't know and could not even begin to fathom. My mind is racing at all the scenarios I'm thinking of, and then I hear her start saying things. "no, brother, stop! cut it out!" 'I'll tell mom!' "Noooooo!" -more sobs- The action that she wanted him to stop was him trying to molest her. He threatened to tell mom because he knew that when mom found out that she was refusing to give brother something he wanted, she got beat within an inch of her life. She grew up knowing that whatever brother wanted, brother got. Whatever he wanted. Anything at all. Anything. And he wanted her. He molested her, and quite possibly raped her. Memories of this were surfaced just by hearing his voice, and she gripped my shirt harder and screamed out in emotional pain. Then her grandmother starts informing me of her entire fucking life history. Her parents didn't let her go to school until she was 12, and that was only because her grandparents finally won custody of her after years of battling. The courts forced her to visit her brother on countless occasions, threatening her grandparents with jail time if they didn't make sure it happened. At some point, she calms enough to go to the bathroom and wipe her face, and when she walks out she hears him more (grandfather was still on the goddamn phone with this psycho) and breaks down again, this time going towards her grandmother as she was closest. Her grandmother continues with the fucking history lesson as her grandfather continues to fucking converse with the guy that is CAUSING all of this. It clicks in my head that her flashbacks are being triggered by audio, so I move anything I can out of the way and close the door to the den, shutting out most of the sounds from outside. I sit next to her and hug her as best I can and as much as I can, i proceed to whisper in her ear that its all over, he can't hurt her anymore, he's gone, you never have to see him or talk to him or do anything with him anymore... and I repeat that general concept while making damn sure that my voice and my breath were all she could hear, I had to drown out his voice, I had to give her as many senses to grasp on to that were still linked to reality, I needed to save her from herself. And so I did. She began to calm down, slowly ceasing her sobs down to a muffled whimper into the lap of her grandmother. I continued to talk in her ear and comfort her as best I could manage until the fucking phone was finally hung up and it all ended. She was destroyed... and the rest of us were all shaken up to say the least. The day ended some manner of hours later. She was terrified that I would leave her after learning that she was "damaged goods". I told her that would never happen, and that she wasn't damaged goods... and she seemed to be comforted by that. My entire drive home was dominated by paranoia. Where was he now? What did he look like? (I saw a picture of him when he was younger, but its way old) What were his habits, his quirks? ...what do I do if he comes back? He's dangerous, and that word doesn't cover it quite as much as it should. He's insane, absolutely insane. I Heard that he likes to work out, so he's apparently quite built and very tall. Despite all of this, despite the literal hell she has LIVED through, she is... incredible. Despite starting education when she was 12, she graduated HS with a 3.98 GPA. She's not crazy, broke, anything. Yeah, she's got a dark sense of humor, but so do I, and I didn't go through... that. Well, I just recently learned that he's mobile now. Has a moped and access to other transportation. He's mobile, and he wants to see her. That makes the possibility of meeting him very real. And I know for a fact that this isn't a "seek out family and reconcile" type thing. This man is insane. He is absolutely insane and she wants nothing to do with him. I've been running scenarios every day since then, and my conclusions are startling. If he does return, I'll give him a chance to leave. If he takes it, cool. If not? We have a problem. He's registered in my head as a threat of the highest degree. He can, will, and has hurt her before and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let it happen again. If he comes back and tries to force his way to her, I'll kill him. I'm serious. If he tries to get to her, I'll kill him before he does. I will end his life and remove his physical existence from this earth. I don't care what manner he goes about it, if he tries to get to her, he's dead. Simple as that. Facepunch, I want to kill someone.[/QUOTE] I wouldn't intend to kill, but I'd sure as hell have a knife on me at all times. That's some horror movie content right there.
[QUOTE]GF's brother is a psycho story[/QUOTE] Dude, call the fucking police. He's a Scizhophrenic on the loose and you have evidence he's guilty of rape, or at the very least endangering a child. I mean... fucking Hell, move your girlfriend somewhere safe. Install patrols of people you and she know and trust. She is not safe as long as her brother isn't monitored in any way. Who's to say he's even on any sort of medication?
[quote] Sorry if i sound scattered whilst writing this, I'm very nervous and there are family in the immediate vicinity of me, ive never told a soul this and i just want to get it out. I am a paedo. During the summers I used to volunteer at a youth group center for grades k-5, and there was a girl, i suspect she was in maybe 4th grade (we'll call her Amellia), but we'll get to that later, I was 13 at the time . Every summer we would go to a water park, this was one of the funnest times of the year, large slides, cannonballs, all good fun. The girls in one pieces or bikinis. Amellia, in a loose purple bikini, she was the was the sexiest thing there. During the summer, I had made friends with Amellia, only reason is that i could get close to her and she wouldnt think any wiser. so me and Amellia are off in a separated portion of the public pool, "Playing". I ask if she wants to play a game, she obliges. "How about we play follow the leader! You be leader, and ill follow!" I ask, a slight hardon is growing at this point, but the water conceals it. "Okay, 3... 2.... 1... GO!" She exclaims. She starts swimming underwater, making futile dips and turns to try and get me off course. I was following right on track, My nose practically in her taint. Me with goggles, I can see everything, with every turn, her loose purple bikini sways to the left or right. Exposing herself each time. (oh my god i am getting hard writing this) It was perfect, small, untouched, innocent. At this point my penis has extended i could use it as a rudder in this cold water. (did i mention I have a fetish for having cold dick) At this point anyone with an aerial view could see me basically sniffing her wet flower, but the water obscured vision. After we had swam halfway across the pool, I told her that she had won, and pretended to choke on water. Noone saw anything, I got out without being labeled a pedophile by friends ive know for years. (at this point im dreaming of other things i couldve gotten away with) After that experience, I have majorly lightened up on being a perv. (I was a perv in school as well, but never caught, infact, when i told people i was pervy, they said i was the least pervy person they knew) I still look at Lolicon and other things looked down upon by society. (i dont blame them im sick im sick) This is all I have, sorry if it sounds a little dramatic, ive been reading Stephen King. I actually do feel better, I feel much more comfortable with myself, letting people know, it feels good.[/quote]:pwn:
[QUOTE]Sorry if i sound scattered whilst writing this, I'm very nervous and there are family in the immediate vicinity of me, ive never told a soul this and i just want to get it out. I am a paedo. During the summers I used to volunteer at a youth group center for grades k-5, and there was a girl, i suspect she was in maybe 4th grade (we'll call her Amellia), but we'll get to that later, I was 13 at the time . Every summer we would go to a water park, this was one of the funnest times of the year, large slides, cannonballs, all good fun. The girls in one pieces or bikinis. Amellia, in a loose purple bikini, she was the was the sexiest thing there. During the summer, I had made friends with Amellia, only reason is that i could get close to her and she wouldnt think any wiser. so me and Amellia are off in a separated portion of the public pool, "Playing". I ask if she wants to play a game, she obliges. "How about we play follow the leader! You be leader, and ill follow!" I ask, a slight hardon is growing at this point, but the water conceals it. "Okay, 3... 2.... 1... GO!" She exclaims. She starts swimming underwater, making futile dips and turns to try and get me off course. I was following right on track, My nose practically in her taint. Me with goggles, I can see everything, with every turn, her loose purple bikini sways to the left or right. Exposing herself each time. (oh my god i am getting hard writing this) It was perfect, small, untouched, innocent. At this point my penis has extended i could use it as a rudder in this cold water. (did i mention I have a fetish for having cold dick) At this point anyone with an aerial view could see me basically sniffing her wet flower, but the water obscured vision. After we had swam halfway across the pool, I told her that she had won, and pretended to choke on water. Noone saw anything, I got out without being labeled a pedophile by friends ive know for years. (at this point im dreaming of other things i couldve gotten away with) After that experience, I have majorly lightened up on being a perv. (I was a perv in school as well, but never caught, infact, when i told people i was pervy, they said i was the least pervy person they knew) I still look at Lolicon and other things looked down upon by society. (i dont blame them im sick im sick) This is all I have, sorry if it sounds a little dramatic, ive been reading Stephen King. I actually do feel better, I feel much more comfortable with myself, letting people know, it feels good.[/QUOTE] Oh god. The mental images. Make it stop. [B]Oh god.[/B]
[QUOTE=rinoaff33;32735215]Oh god. The mental images. Make it stop. [B]Oh god.[/B][/QUOTE] You guys are lucky. I went through the whole Weirdest Boner Thread after I discovered hate was the secret to eternal life. The things I've seen The times I had to punch myself in the dick AND IT WAS ALL FOR NOTHING
[quote]gf brother rape[/quote] Look I know the feeling but if you kill him she loses you as well and in some way her brother wins again by taking something she loves away from her again. And depending on country you'll be locked up for 10-20 years. Protect her, do everything in your power, but just try to avoid actually murdering him.
[QUOTE=Cone;32735260]You guys are lucky. I went through the whole Weirdest Boner Thread after [B]I discovered hate was the secret to eternal life.[/B] The things I've seen The times I had to punch myself in the dick AND IT WAS ALL FOR NOTHING[/QUOTE] Do tell.
[QUOTE=rinoaff33;32735359]Do tell.[/QUOTE] Well basically If you hate things enough Khorne brings presents. It's kept me alive for thirteen years on a diet of XTREME Smokin' Ribs flavored Pringles and Bitter Shandy. So I've got to be doing something right.
Ha, the first confession is someone who gets turned on by little girls, second confessional is about someone who gets turned on by oldies, god dammit, Facepunch, Get it right!
[quote]And I guess I could confess that my friend and I jerked each other off before. It wasn't gay,[/quote] umm
[QUOTE=Artyom;32736025]umm[/QUOTE] If balls are not touching = TOTALLY NOT GAY.
[QUOTE=barttool;32736100]If balls are not touching = TOTALLY NOT GAY.[/QUOTE] I have trouble imagining a situation where the balls actually would touch The mechanics of it are mind-boggling
[QUOTE=Cone;32736154]I have trouble imagining a situation where the balls actually would touch The mechanics of it are mind-boggling[/QUOTE] doggy style
[QUOTE=Ac!dL3ak;32736198]doggy style[/QUOTE] They'd have to be kind of low-hanging And the other guy's would have to be quite high as well
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