**Lady’s Man**

My little bro, the ultimate wannabe stud, would beg me every night to claw up his back like some wildcat in heat, just so he could strut into school bragging about his “steamy night.” Paid me cold hard cash for the favor, too. I’d even throw in some hickeys at double the rate, letting him parade around like a teenage Casanova. The real kicker? This kid’s just in 7th grade, and I’m sitting here wondering who the hell even bought his bullshit. Word somehow got to the teachers, and boom, straight to our parents. Now, he’s locked down under house arrest, pleading with me to spill the beans to Mom and Dad about the scam. But nah, I’m keeping my lips sealed, watching this drama unfold with a smirk.
#teenDrama #fakeItTillYouMakeIt #familyChaos #siblingSecrets

Picture this: I was in 8th or 9th grade, stuck at school way past the bell, sweating it out in the gym with my crew, pushing our limits. By nightfall, the place was a ghost town—just a lone security guard chilling downstairs. No cameras back then, no tight leash, just pure, unfiltered freedom.

And then, two absolute legends—or total idiots, depending on your view—cooked up a plan so wild it could only come from teenage chaos. Why trek home to take a leak when you’ve got a whole damn school as your playground? The first genius struts into the bathroom, handles his business, and doesn’t even bother flushing. Nah, he takes it up a notch—wraps his masterpiece in a plastic bag and sets out on a personal vendetta. His target? The physics teacher’s door. Smears that nasty payload all over it like he’s painting a grudge in pure filth.

The second dude? He doesn’t even make it to the bathroom. He picks the grand lobby, zeroing in on a massive flower pot that once brightened the hallway. Now, it’s just a sad witness to a crime against decency, soaked in his “contribution.”

Come morning, the stench from that pot was a weapon of mass destruction. People didn’t just speed-walk past it—they held their breath like they were diving underwater, praying to survive the assault on their senses.

As for the door-smearing artist, well, karma’s a bitch. Someone snitched, or maybe he couldn’t keep his trap shut—either way, he got busted. Punishment? Scrubbing his own disgusting artwork off that door with his bare hands. Maybe it gave him a moment to reflect on life’s deeper meaning. But let’s be real—probably not.
#teenagechaos #schoolshenanigans #wtf #epicfail

I begged my sister to let me crash at her place since I couldn’t snag an apartment by September (gotta study, you know).
Now, here I am, a damn month in, scrubbing floors, whipping up meals, and playing babysitter to her kid while she’s out partying like a reckless teenager at random crash pads.
Then, yesterday, she has the audacity to strut in and snap, “You’re living under my roof—keep your head down. And don’t waste water, it’s pricey.”
I’m losing my freaking mind! I’m the one stocking her fridge and covering the electric bill!

Should I just suck it up and take the abuse, or pack my crap and pitch a tent in the nearest woods?
#familydrama #freeloader #wtf #ragequit

Back in my teenage days, I was dating a guy who had a few years on me, and my mom, bless her paranoid heart, would stitch up the zipper on my jeans before every damn date to make sure we didn’t get frisky.

Guess what? That little trick turned me into a goddamn blowjob goddess. 🌭
#teenrebellion #overprotective #skills #wildyouth

I used to think that a person’s body count didn’t matter—fuck it, it’s just history, right? But then I met this guy. Damn, he’s hot as hell, charismatic, a real catch… until I dug into his past. Turns out, he’s been screwing around like a rabbit since his teenage years, racking up partners like it’s a damn sport. When I found out, it hit me like a punch—I felt straight-up repulsed. Suddenly, he’s not this shiny new toy anymore; he feels like a used-up, worn-out piece of trash in my eyes.

Now I’m stuck wondering: what the fuck do I do?
#sexlife #relationshipdrama #judgment #wtf

Decided to buy a **** from AliExpress when I was 16, it arrived, picked it up. Same evening used it in the shower, was 500 rubles so didn't feel much pleasure, but good for variety. Hid it under the bathtub. Next day when I came home from school mom started interrogating me about hiding something under the bathtub. I played dumb of course, and dad laughing says "leave him alone." Luckily managed to blame my older brother who was away working👌#aliexpressfail #sextoy #momfound #blamed #brother #teenage #awkward #hiddenstash