May 09, 2024 23:11
whoever you are...
wherever you are...
you're important.
you have a story.
loves...fears...hates...memories
share them with me here.
i want you to post anything you want.
a story, a secret, a confession, a fear, a love, anything.
make sure you post anonymously.
this is your canvas....
tell me your story...
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maybe you;re the same way, if you ever come back to check your comment post. i hope you do.
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She told me she wanted to fuck. I declined. She tried a few things with hands and mouth to convince me, which I deflected, gently; I liked her. She finally settled in against me, leaning on my shoulder, and, in a voice utterly without tears, told me how her father had repeatedly raped her for years, and that she had fled him to a marriage that was loveless and bare. I cried for her, and she turned into my chest, her arms around my neck.
"Please make love to me."
And I did.
She bucked and moaned like a porn video the minute I was inside her. It wasn't making love.
Later, I realized that she had lied about at least some of what she told me. It was just the easiest way to get what she wanted from me.
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It's the greatest feeling in the world.
...Damn his girlfriend
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