P21. My brother’s got himself a chick, and they’ve been glued at the hip for years now. I used to scratch my head over it—back in the day, he was hopping from one skirt to the next like a damn grasshopper, but with her, it’s like he’s under some wicked spell. She’s got him hooked, pulled in like a fish on a line. And get this—recently, while plastered, she spilled her twisted little “secret” to me. Turns out, once a week, she’s slipping her period blood into his borscht. Claims it’s some freaky love-and-loyalty ritual. Now I’m sitting here, chewing on whether to rat her out to my bro or just let him keep slurping down his cursed soup, head over heels in la-la land.

😐 - Spill the beans to him
👍 - Nah, let them crash and burn on their own
#DarkSecrets #weirdrituals #love potion #wtf

Not long ago, I dove headfirst into the wild world of BDSM, running with a crowd that lived for the thrill. Among them was this chick I knew, who didn’t lift a finger for work—pure, unadulterated freeloading. One night, after a few too many drinks, she spilled her dirty little secret. Every 3-4 months, she’d haul ass out of town to some sprawling estate. There, a loaded bastard waited, rolling in cash and twisted fantasies. He’d summon her for a straight-up thrashing—lay her bare across a table and whip her raw with a belt, exactly 100 brutal lashes while forcing her to count every stinging strike. When it’s done, he tosses her 300 grand like it’s pocket change. She drags herself home, battered and bruised, spending a full week flat on her back, nursing welts and wounds.

Holy shit, what a fucked-up gig!
But hey, money’s money, right?
#BDSM #DarkSecrets #ExtremeLife #CashForPain