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I confess I'm hurting and confused. Maybe you can help me out without the usual "got pics" and other sexual responses. Please try not to troll either. Imagine this:
You fall for a girl when you were trying not to, and you're really sure she falls for you in tandem. After a period of deep flirting, she admits she took back her ex-boyfriend because her friends guilt tripped her, and she didn't want to do it, and she's trapped in a bad situation and drowning.
Flirting continues, and intensifies. The l-word looms on the horizon until she turns around and says she has no feelings for you, and she's sorry. A week of emotional hell goes by after she stops talking to you. You start healing for a few days until she contacts you again. She starts flirting again before she says sorry, she's in love with that guy she said she has no emotional or sexual feelings toward, and not to contact her again.
Oh, and she misinterprets your depression for suicidal feelings. She drops a few more messages and threatens to send the cops over just to make sure I'm alive.
Two to three weeks pass before she drops an email offering to talk, saying she set up a new fake email account, giving the name. What the fuck is she doing to me? I fell for her, and she hurt me three times. I'm not completely over her and I don't want to talk to her. I also want to talk to her so fucking bad it hurts.
2 confessions, i want to steal my cousins laptop for her nude pics and videos, her and my sister did a private photo shoot with each other trying to get into the suicide girls, i know they went out into the bush for this shoot 2nd confession i was having sex with my gf one night and purposely left the door open a little bit so my younger cousin could see us as she walks by and it worked i saw her looking for about 3-5 seconds and confronted her about it and asked if shes ever done it before and if she would like to sometime, shes one of those loner girls in school not much friends or self-esteem, the perfect prey
I can never seem to get laid because I am too nice and I am too honest. Everyone tells me to be a jerk and to lie to women but I keep telling myself I will find some who likes me for who i am. Women never believe me when I say I have never been in a relationship because they do consider me attractive. I can never get past being just friends even if I tell a girl from the very beginning that I want more than just a friendship. I don't like men but sometimes i think if I were bi I would have a 50% more chance of getting laid. Everything else in my life is exceptionally great. this is the one department where i suck at life. I'm not suicidal or anything stupid like that, I'm just frustrated that ALL the women I have known (save for a small handful) complain about their jerk boyfriends that are lairs and cheaters. I am not perfect, i do lie, we all do, but I am too honest 90% of the time and would never dare cheat on my partner (if i had one). What gives?
Tons of Suicide Girl fans out there somebody should be able to spout the name of this Pezz doll super fast
Anyone have logins for suicide girls at all?
Can someone with a suicide girls account post some pictures of Lula from Australia? I've met her in real life.
I’m stuck in a marriage with a Thai girl (30, I’m 33 white Aussie) mostly felt like coerced into it with threat of suicide or doing something crazy over time. Her sister is staying with us and she’s so nice I smel her panties and jack off with them like some sort of revenge.
I use to fuck a lot of hot young girls before her, I miss it so much and know I could still get it easy if we broke up.
I also been having an online affair with a Filipino girl who lives in Thailand, I plan to one day just pack up and leave for a few months and head there. Just disappear until she leaves Australia back to her family but also fear she’ll do something stupid.
I am a White guy and I absolutely love fucking women of other races: Black, Latina, Asian, Indian, etc., doesn't matter to me. Growing up I lived in a majority minority neighborhood and got so much shit for it. This is my way of getting back. My favorite lay was a Pakistani Muslim girl who was a virgin, and when her father found out I impregnated her, she committed suicide out of shame. LMAO!
Jessie was 17 and I was 20. She was school friends with my best friend.
She would crash at our place a lot, even when my (now ex) husband was home.
We would get stoned and giggly together while he was playing WoW. Sometimes we would kiss, but we would say it was only experimental, because she had a new tongue piercing to test out.
That metal barbell on my tongue felt amazing.
I always joked, while my husband had his headset on, that one of these days I was going to make her cash those checks she'd been writing.
After weeks of this, one day she shyly agreed to accompany me upstairs. I lifted my husband's headset and told him I was going to go fuck Jessie. He was raiding, so he tuned me out.
Now, Jessie was a real suicide girl type. If bettie page had been a blonde. If monroe had been a kinky teen sex kitten.
It started with massages in bed. Then I had her take off her clothes. I traveled from the neck and back to her breasts, butt cheeks, and inner thighs. Just massaging.
She started to squirm and wiggle.
My touch slowed and softened, and started grazing delicate areas. Letting my fingertips barely brush the tufts of her groomed little pussy. I would trace circles up her thighs, watching her slowly but surely spreading her legs for me. I then took the entire palm of my hand, and placed it just above her mound.
I paused.
She finally groaned out "Just DO it already!"
My hand dove at her pussy lips, shocked to feel them so slick and so warm. I rubbed slow but firm circles on her outer labia, letting my middle finger stick out just slightly enough to part those slimy lips and bump against her protruding clit.
Spreading the slick, I worked her pussy as she writhed and gasped. The gasps turned to moans as I brought my face down and put the broad side of my tongue flat against her clit, before lapping upwards and ending in a kiss tugging her pussylips out with a slurp. The kisses grew deeper and more urgent, and her knees began to quiver.
Then, in one fell motion, I stiffen my tongue to a point, and slip my pointer finger inside her warm cunt. I attacked her clit fiercely jabbing it and nibbling at her. Her whole body tensed up, and she put her hands on my head, bucking her hips into me.
When she came, she even squirted a few drops!
Afterward, we high-fived, and she called me a "clit ninja".
The next day, my husband wasn't pleased that I went off and fucked her. He could have joined, but he was 26, and didn't want any statutory charges.
Any man who doesn't have the spine to join his young wife with a teenaged bettie page wasn't man enough for me.
Hence the divorce.