So, what the hell is a blowjob?

My little bro struts in, all innocent, and drops a bomb on our folks:
- Hey Mom, what’s a blowjob?
My parents exchange this awkward-as-hell glance, figuring it’s better he hears the dirty truth from them than some punk on the block.
Mom stumbles over her words, red-faced:
- Well… uh, you see… it’s like… um… they kind of… take…
Dad cuts her off, losing his patience:
- IDIOT! They don’t take, they give! We’re raising a MAN here!
#familyawkward #sexed #parentingfail #realshit

I’m banging plus-size babes, and damn, I’m loving every second of it!

Lately, I’ve been hooking up with curvy queens, and let me tell you—I’m freaking obsessed! First off, they’re way less high-maintenance and just more... real, you know? They’re not drowning in male attention like the average chicks, for obvious reasons, and that makes them grounded. Second, there’s so much to grab onto, it’s pure heaven! Hell, you can even slide into those soft rolls—nah, I’m dead serious right now. Third, they suck like it’s their last damn meal on this planet! I’m talking next-level head game; these thick goddesses are masters, so go try it out if you don’t believe me. And finally, they’ll always feed your ass! I’m not kidding—they know food like it’s their religion, and you’ll get treated to a feast every time.
#curvylove #thickandproud #unfiltered #realshit

Back when I was barely 18, I was scraping by on a measly stipend, often starving my ass off with not a damn penny to my name. In those desperate times, I’d just say “hell yeah” to a date. Why? Because on that first outing, guys usually splurge on some fancy, mouth-watering grub. Honestly, those dates were my lifeline, keeping me from wasting away in hunger. I wasn’t playing games or stringing anyone along—I was just fighting to survive, one meal at a time.
#survival #hustle #desperation #realshit

There's this gritty old tramp who's been camping under the bridge near my place, a real fixture in the shadows. I’ve spotted him for ages, so one day I decided to toss him some grub—nothing fancy, just a raw, human gesture to keep the guy from starving.
My chick saw the whole damn thing and spent the rest of the night bitching, whining that I shouldn’t waste my pity on “those bums” because they’ve dug their own filthy graves.
Now I’m stuck chewing over whether I did the right thing or just played the fool. Truth is, a hell of a lot of these street rats lose their homes through no fault of their own—life just screws ‘em raw.

👍 - Hell yeah, I did good
😢 - Screw the bums, they’re their own damn problem
#humanity #streetlife #toughchoices #realshit

Hey, Shame Central! I’m 28, a well-read, classy chick with all the domestic skills in the bag. Life’s a bitch, though—never been in a relationship, let alone gotten laid. So, I met this dude my age, we hung out a couple of times, just casual strolls. Then I jetted off for a vacay. We kept the convo alive via texts, everything seemed chill, plans to meet up again were brewing. He even dropped the “I like you” bomb. But the second I’m back home, this guy starts dodging me like I’m the plague, ghosting hard. Finally, he begrudgingly admits I’m only “kinda” his type because my wardrobe is too “strict” and I didn’t wear a damn dress on our meetups—never mind the weather was absolute crap for skirts.

So, I’m throwing this at the dudes of Shame Central: What the hell matters more in a woman?

😐 - Her fashion game, the outer shell (which can switch up depending on the vibe)
👍 - The real deal, her inner world (the juicy stuff inside)

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Admin: Hold up, a virgin at 28? Drop your location, babe, I’m curious as fuck where you’re hiding.
#datingdrama #stylevs substance #virginat28 #realshit