Got scarred for life, and it’s a twisted tale.

Back when I was just a little punk, they left me with a babysitter, barely 20, fresh-faced and clueless. Anyway, she crashes hard, dead to the world, and I stumble upon a porno disc, pop it in, and get an eyeful. Curiosity burns, so I sneak a peek under her dress to see what’s what. Boom—she catches me red-handed, flips out, and lays down some cursed wisdom: “Stick your dick in there, kid, and it’s game over, stuck forever.” That fucked me up real good. Since then, I can’t even get hard for pussy, no matter how hot the chick. Only head works for me now, and I’m just feeding it to the girls, no regrets. 😢
#trauma #wtf #childhoodscarred #taboo

Yeah, I’m a total scumbag, and what the hell are you gonna do about it?

Yo, shame on me, I know.
I did my time in the army, stuck in the middle of nowhere, in the godforsaken town of Ulan-Ude, surrounded by nothing but trees.
And damn, I got thirsty for some female touch, some sweet affection, a wild roll in the hay.
So, I hunted down this fiery hot Buryat chick. We chatted, she’d swing by my base, bringing mouthwatering grub, and then we’d sneak off into the woods for some raw, dirty action.
I fed her all the bullshit—swore we had a love that’d last till the grave, promised I’d come back after my service to build a life with her.
She bought every word, kept waiting, kept writing me.
But guess what? A month after I got out, I ghosted her ass, blocked her everywhere. Yeah, I’m that kind of asshole.
#scumbag #heartbreaker #army_life #no_regrets

I betrayed him just to taste the thrill of deception.

I cheated on my boyfriend with cold, calculated intent, not a drop of alcohol in my veins, every damn step planned out. I craved to uncover the raw, twisted emotions that betrayal could ignite within me. When the deed was done, a wicked rush of exhilaration hit me—hell, I’d broken new ground for myself! Not a shred of guilt stained my conscience. I still love my man, truly, but the other guy? A meaningless pawn, nothing but a body for the act. In the end, I’m fucking glad I took the plunge, though I realized cheating ain’t my game. No regrets, not even a whisper!
#betrayal #thrillseeker #noregrets #taboo

Stepdad Creep: What the Hell Do I Do?

I caught my stepdad, the sick bastard, sniffing my little sister’s panties like some depraved animal. He had the audacity to wink at me with a twisted grin and mutter, “Damn, the little filly’s all grown up. Wanna take a whiff?”
I lost it—smashed his filthy face in with no regrets. Now I’m terrified for my 15-year-old sister, stuck in this messed-up house with that predator.
#creepalert #familydrama #protecther #wtf

Regarding those wild stories about threesomes.

Back in the day, I was slinging drinks as a waiter in a real dive joint, a place dripping with sleaze. There was this crew of three chicks at a table, and one of ‘em kept tossing flirty glances my way. By the end of the night, she straight-up invited me back to her place. I turned her down, though—back then, I was more into paying for quick thrills with pros. A couple of days later, craving some action to blow off steam, I headed to a familiar spot. When the door swung open, I got a weird-ass look before they slammed it in my face. Pissed off, I plopped down on a bench near the building, puffing on a smoke, when a text buzzed in: “Come back up.”

I trudged back, and holy hell, it was two of those gals from the other night! Well, no backing out now. We got down to some serious bedroom cardio with one of them. After the deed, the three of us stepped out to the balcony for a smoke, and one of the chicks casually throws out the idea of a threesome. Who the fuck am I to say no, especially when it’s on the house? So yeah, I ended up banging two of ‘em, no regrets.

Fast forward to the spicy follow-up.
About six or seven months later, I’m out with a buddy, looking to let loose again. We roll up to the same spot, and I nearly shit myself when one of those same chicks opens the door. What’s a guy to do? Me and my pal took turns with her, tag-teaming like champs.

Life’s one hell of a ride, ain’t it?
#wildtimes #threesome #nsfw #noregrets

D23. So, I decided to knit a sweater for my boyfriend’s birthday, pouring my heart and soul into it for months. Finally, I hand it over, and what do I get? A sour, ungrateful smirk on his damn face. “What the hell? I don’t even wear crap like this, and winter’s ages away (fucking ages away).” I also splurged on some badass gaming headphones for him, but since we’ve had a massive blowout, I’m seriously tempted to just return them with the receipt and say screw it.

😐 - Hand over the gift, make peace
👍 - Return the headphones, no regrets
#relationshipsuck #giftfail #drama #savage