DRUNK COCK SUCKING WIFE😈💦😈 My wife was recently out drinking with a couple of female friends in the afternoon/evening. By 9pm my wife rang me to come pick her up from a bar, she was really drunk. She was saying loudly to me in front of her friends “I’m sorry I’m so drunk but I’ll give you a blowjob, please come and get me”. I obliged and she was pretty hammered. When we got home and I got her a cup of tea she came over to me on the sofa and got on her knees between my legs. I said “you don’t need to” as it was slightly odd to be totally sober with a drunk person. She said she wanted to and pulled my joggers and boxers down, I was hard and rigidly upright. “I’ve been thinking about this huge cock” she says and then clumsily starts to suck me. It’s decent, not amazing, she’s working it pretty well and taking what she can. She breaks and strokes me, moves up and kisses me. Sloppy wet kiss, lots of tongue, lots of intensity. That hot open kiss when your cock has just been there. I readjust how I’m sat a little and she goes back down, this is where the angle changes slightly. It’s a little more clumsy this time. She stops after a few minutes and looks up at me smiling as she strokes my wet cock, I look down at her and she has blood over her lips and a little bead on her lower lip. I tell her and she’s confused, says she can’t feel anything. I look at my cock and there is a little nick on it and it’s very slightly bleeding. I’m guessing she grazed it with her teeth at some point. She doesn’t seem to care, starts licking the underside of my cock. She asks me what I want, I tell her I can cum in her mouth or in her pussy…her choice. She says “I don’t want a choice” to which I tell her to get on her back and spread her legs because I want to fuck her hard and cum in her. She’s got her skirt and knickers down in seconds and is straight on her back with her shaved wet cunt spread. I get down on the carpet, spit on her pussy and shove my dick straight in her. She’s moaning in the first few thrusts and says “I just want it hard” and I don’t need telling twice, I start to bang her. I pull her legs up and wide and start to hit it deep now, her soft saggy tits swaying, flattened against her chest almost. Minute or two and I’m unloading as deep as I possibly can in her. After a few moments she clumsily reaches her hand around to find her knickers, lets me slowly pull out as she replaces me with her bunched up knickers catching my cum. All she said was “I’m glad you took what you wanted”.

I WAS BULLIED BY A SKUNK TODAY AT WORK… I am terrified of skunk encounters in the wild, for obvious reasons. I think they’re adorable when I see videos of them but I get freaked out when I see them in the wild. Today I’m convinced a skunk knew this and decided to torment me at work. I have a job that involves a lot of maintenance and upkeep of ornamental gardens at an arboretum, and the actual curators for the gardeners are some older people who volunteer their time to tending their exhibits. I’m here to mostly help with any tasks they need me to do that they physically can’t do. One garden exhibit needs some mulching done, but the area is on a slight slope, so some kind of barrier needs to be put into place to prevent the mulch from washing away in the event of rain. So me being the young spry buck I am I was going to go along the creek in the woods next to the arboretum and collect large rocks to try and make a natural looking barrier. And then the skunk appeared. I opened the fence gate to scout out the best trail to carry the large rocks to my wheelbarrow and the smell of skunk lingered. No big deal, we’re outside anyways. But then I saw the fucker running towards me, and I was maybe 20 feet away. I freaked out, assumed it was rabid or after me and jetted away and locked the gate. I walked back to the office to cool down a bit and someone driving by said they saw the skunk take off across the street. I returned about 5 minutes later assuming the coast was clear. I ended up getting all the rocks I needed and was moving them to the wheelbarrow care free, when I saw the skunk running at me AGAIN. At this point I just assumed it’s rabid, why is it actively seeking out a person? I couldn’t get to the gate without running directly at the skunk so I ran up to the fence line and scaled the 8 foot fence like a convict escaping prison and watched the skunk run along the same trail I was collecting rocks from, not a care in the world for my presence. I followed it from behind the fence until it disappeared. I was so on edge because what the hell is it doing?? Why did it come back a second time? I ended up taking the risk and finished moving the rocks and by the time I got them all to the gate, I was about to take the first load in the wheelbarrow when I saw the skunk in the distance coming back a 3rd time. I had plenty of time to move so I hid behind the fence, watched him run along carefree. I just moved all the rocks to inside the gate and locked it up before making wheelbarrow trips and washed my hands of this bullying. I have never in my life been bullied so hard by a wild animal. I yelled at the skunk the 3rd time it came back “why do you keep coming back” kinda hoping it’d stop and maybe scratch the ground on edge at me but it just ignored me and kept running along the trails. I am the skunks bitch.

MY FAMILY IS FUCKING GROSS 🤢 🤮 This isn't the first time this has happened because i've seen dried ass skin all over the seat before and im the only one who cleans it since my sister moved out, anyways im rambling I'll get on with the story. I walked into the bathroom because I gotta shit and im the only one in the house who uses that restroom since my grandma died and my sister moved out to go to college. And so riddle me suprised when I walk into the FUCKING PUBLIC RESTROOM IN OUR FUCKING HOUSE! and see dried up period blood and pubic hair (that was shaved off due to their being cream on the bundles of hair) so not only is their period blood on my toilet seat but FUCKING PUBIC HAIR THAT WAS SHAVED MEANING THIS PERSON (my mom) WAS AWARE OF WHAT SHE WAS DOING! Now I get period blood because I know women dont have control over that BUT IF YOU SEE IT CLEAN IT! AND I KNOW THAT YOU FUCKING SAW IT BECAUSE YOU SHAVED YOUR FUCKING PUBES AND LEFT THEM ON THE TOILET SEAT so I get it if you didn't see your period blood I GET THAT! BUT YOU FUCKING SAW! and so I have to clean blood off my toilet seat and also pubic hair that stinks like someone didn't shower in 2 days. And to add on she said the other day if "people not cleaning up after themselves is gross and just pure laze" WELL TALK ABOUT IRONIC HUH?!

I'M 22, Got MOLESTED AT 6, I THINK I’M THE STRONGEST PERSON I KNOW 💪 🥺🤦‍♀️ I was molested at 6, then again twice when I was 18. At 18, I also got pregnant with my boyfriend and had to go through an abortion. The same relationship lasted two years, during which he cheated on me while I was dealing with health problems. When the truth came out, he made up an entire story and told our university that I was the one who cheated. I almost quit university at 20 because of everything. Eventually, I went to therapy, and life started getting better. Then I lost my pet. Four months later, I watched my grandmother lie in a hospital for 22 days, unconscious, struggling to breathe, fighting for her life while all I could do was stand there and hope she would somehow make it through. I watched her suffer. I watched the uncertainty, the machines, the endless waiting, and the helplessness of wanting to save someone you love more than anything but not being able to do a damn thing. And here I am, just 22 years old, carrying all of this. I’m numb, but I’m okay, I guess. I tend to run away from my feelings by distracting myself, and eventually, I accept things without letting them hurt me as much. I don’t know if that’s healing or just my way of coping. But sometimes, when I look back at everything I’ve survived, I genuinely think I’m the strongest person I know. I’m not saying I’m unbreakable. I’m just amazed that after everything life has thrown at me, I’m still here, trying to live. Maybe I don’t need to be strong all the time. Maybe I deserve some peace, too. I’m not saying I’m strong because none of this affects me. It does. I’m not saying I’ve healed from everything because I haven’t. There are things I still haven’t completely processed, things that might hurt me years from now, and things I don’t even have the words to explain. I’m only 22. I should be worrying about my career, making memories, figuring out who I am, and enjoying my twenties. Instead, I’ve already experienced things that have fundamentally changed the way I see people, love, loss, and life itself.

My MOM KEPT WAVING AT SOMEONE OUTSIDE THE WINDOW…… 😔 When I was 12, my mom developed a strange habit. Every night, before going to bed, she would stand in the kitchen window and wave at someone outside. We lived on the second floor. One night, I asked her who she was waving at. She smiled and said, “The little boy across the street. He waves at me every night.” I looked outside. There was nobody there, just an empty street and a few flickering streetlights. I told her that, but she laughed and said I was probably too tired to see him. A few weeks later, I woke up around 3 a.m. because I heard someone tapping on my bedroom window. Three slow taps. I froze. My bedroom was on the second floor, and there was nothing outside the window except a steep drop to the concrete driveway. Then I heard a little boy's voice whisper: “Why doesn't your mom wave anymore?” I ran to my mom's room and woke her up. When I told her what happened, all the color drained from her face. She grabbed my shoulders and asked, “Did you look at him?” I shook my head. She hugged me so tightly that it hurt. The next morning, she told me we were moving. She never explained why. Years later, after she passed away, I found an old photograph tucked inside one of her books. It showed our apartment building, taken decades before we moved there. Standing outside the building was a little boy. His face had been scratched out. On the back, in my mother's handwriting, were six words: “He died before we moved in.” I still live in that city. And sometimes, when I'm walking home at night, I see a little boy standing outside an apartment window. He always waves at me. I never wave back.

SHE HAD ME FACE-DOWN ON THE COUCH AND I COULD TASTE HOW WET SHE WAS😈😈💦 We were supposed to just hang out. Maya came over after work, still in her leggings and tank top, smelling like her perfume mixed with a little sweat from the day. We were on the couch talking, her leg pressed against mine, and at some point her hand ended up under my shirt, just resting on my stomach. Warm. I didn’t stop her. She kissed me first. Slow at first, then deeper, her tongue tasting like the mint gum she’d been chewing. I could feel how hard her nipples were through the thin tank top when she leaned in. My hand slid between her thighs and she was already damp through the leggings. She made this low sound in her throat and ground against my fingers for a second. Clothes came off messy. She pushed me back so I was half-lying on the couch, then got between my legs and just… stayed there. No rush. She spread me with her thumbs and I felt her breath first, hot against my skin, then her tongue. Flat, slow licks from my hole up to my clit, then tighter circles. The wet sounds were loud in the quiet room. I could smell myself, that sharp sweet scent, and hear how soaked I was every time she moved her mouth. She pushed two fingers in while she sucked on my clit. They were thick, and she curled them right where it made my stomach clench. I had one hand in her hair, the other gripping the couch cushion. My thighs were shaking. She kept going until I came, hips jerking, a little squirt hitting her chin. She didn’t pull away. Just licked it up, fingers still moving slow inside me while I twitched. Then she climbed up, straddled my face, and lowered herself. I could taste her immediately—salty, a little tangy, really wet. She was grinding slow at first, then harder, her hand braced on the arm of the couch. I could hear her breathing getting ragged above me, feel her thighs trembling against my ears. When she came she got even wetter, pulsing against my tongue, and she stayed there a few extra seconds just riding it out. After she slid off and collapsed next to me, both of us sticky, the couch smelling like sex. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and laughed a little, voice hoarse. “Fuck. We’ve been dancing around that for months.” Yeah. We have. 🔥💦

YEAH SO MY BEST FRIEND ACTUALLY ATE ME OUT AND I SQUIRTED ALL OVER HER💦💦🥺 Okay so this is kinda embarrassing but whatever. Me and Kayla have been friends forever, we always get a little too touchy when we drink. Last weekend she crashed at mine after we went out. We were in my bed in just underwear and old t-shirts, half watching some show, and she just… put her hand on my thigh and left it there. I didn’t move it. She started tracing higher, then she looked at me and was like “you good?” and I just nodded. Next thing she’s kissing me, kinda messy from the drinks, and her hand is already in my panties. I was soaked already, like embarrassingly wet. She laughed a little against my mouth when she felt it. She pushed my shirt up, sucked on my nipples for a second, then slid down. Pulled my panties to the side and just went in. No buildup. Tongue right on my clit, licking and sucking while she pushed two fingers in. It was loud—wet sounds, her moaning into me, me trying not to be too loud. I had my hand in her hair and I was basically grinding on her face. She curled her fingers and started hitting that spot while sucking harder. I told her I was close and she just went faster. Then it hit and I actually squirted. Like not a little, it was a lot. Got all over her mouth and chin and the sheets. I was shaking and kinda shocked but she didn’t stop, just kept licking me through it until I had to push her head away because it was too much. She came up with her whole lower face wet, grinning, and kissed me so I could taste it. Then she took her panties off, sat on my face, and rode it. I was licking her while she played with her own clit and talked shit like “fuck your tongue feels good.” She came pretty hard, thighs squeezing my head. We just laid there after, sticky and breathing hard. She was like “so… that happened” and we both started laughing. We’ve done it a few more times since. Still kinda weird but also really not. 🔥💦