And if Peace ✌️🕊️ is all you bring,take me home and F the shitt outta me
England, United Kingdom
Joined June 2011
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@grok can UK churches also sponsor through this route?
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I get the full gist, na for seun space
@Smooth_Diary bro zone @30bgmillitary
After seun talk say e no de carry OS again, matter too much as @Smooth_Diary say her occupation is private
Una never ready for tomorrow TL
jojo retweeted
Fucking with guys who can't cum because they jack off all day is so annoying I don't wanna be sucking you off for an hour
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Please keep me anonymous🙏🏼
My girlfriend admitted she only started dating me because the man she actually wanted rejected her, and now I don't know if I can ever look at her the same way again.
We've been together for two years, and I found this out during an argument about an old picture on her Instagram.
I asked why she'd kept photos of a guy she'd dated briefly before me.
She snapped, “Because I liked him before I ever met you. Is that a crime?”
I asked if she was still in love with him.
She said no, then admitted that when he rejected her, she'd decided to give me a chance because I was the kind of guy who would actually treat her right.
I reminded her that she'd told me I was exactly her type.
She said, “You are now.”
That word bothered me more than I wanted to admit.
I asked whether she'd ever genuinely wanted me at the beginning.
She looked at me and said, “I didn't know I'd fall in love with you. I thought I'd be settling.”
Then she started crying and asked why I was making her regret being honest.
I didn't know what to say.
For two years, I'd believed she chose me because I was the man she wanted.
Apparently, I was just the person who was available when her first choice said no.
jojo retweeted
masturbation addiction is crazy stuff, i remember one time i made a vow to stop, later that day i rubbed pepper on my hands so when the urge comes i’d remember i have pepper in my hands then i’d stop, you won’t believe the urge came 11pm that night and i went three streets away to get gloves.
and glory be to the devil, that day led me to the discovery of the best way to masturbate, gloves in your hands with lube all over it.
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Un pequeño consejo sexual:
Advertencia⚠️: ¡No lo intentes con mujeres inexpertas en estos temas; podría acarrear consecuencias extremadamente graves!
Justo en el momento crítico previo al orgasmo femenino, dale una palmada en el clítoris mientras le dices algo humillante. Esto interrumpirá su orgasmo, dejándola en un estado mental de estar a punto de alcanzar el clímax pero bloqueada físicamente; una forma perfecta de provocar esa frustrante sensación intermedia.
Aprovecha ese instante para volver a estimular el clítoris. Sin perder tiempo, desliza su media sobre tu dedo índice, imprégnalo con sus fluidos y pásalo rápida y suavemente sobre el clítoris, repitiendo el movimiento más de tres veces. Así lograrás escuchar sus sollozos desesperados y suplicantes.
Cuando te hayas saciado de oírla suplicar clemencia, libérala y deja que alcance el clímax por completo: jamás habrá experimentado un orgasmo tan intenso en toda su vida.
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Me follé a la dama de honor de mi hermana en la suite nupcial mientras mi hermana estaba abajo haciéndose la prueba de maquillaje, y aun así me ayudó a sujetar el velo después.
Dijo que necesitaba ayuda con la cremallera. La puerta se cerró. El vestido para las fotos estaba sobre la cama, con las etiquetas puestas. Lo miró, luego me miró a mí, y dijo que teníamos doce minutos antes de que alguien trajera alfileres.
Le dije que era una locura. Me sacó la polla y me la chupó contra el armario, rápido, con desenfreno, con una mano en el tirador. Luego se inclinó sobre la maleta, con el vestido subido, sin nada debajo, y me dijo que me la follara antes de que el fotógrafo terminara abajo. La penetré de una sola embestida. Estaba empapada. Gimió contra una almohada y se empujó hacia atrás, susurrando que había deseado esto desde la fiesta de compromiso.
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My mom finally asked me, “Are you attracted to men?” I froze.
I expected anger. I expected questions. Most of all, I expected her to tell my dad.
Instead, she sat beside me and quietly said, “You don't have to be afraid of me.”
Then she revealed something I never saw coming.
“When I was your age,” she whispered, “I was attracted to women too.”
I stared at her in disbelief. She explained that she had spent years hiding that part of herself because she was afraid of what her family and society would think. Eventually, she chose a different path and kept that chapter of her life private.
She wasn't telling me what I should do with my life. She simply wanted me to know that I wasn't alone and that I deserved to understand myself without shame.
For the first time, my mother wasn't just my mother. She was someone who understood a part of me I had been terrified to reveal.
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I thought Atlanta was the only city where people had sex in the street until I traveled to Buenos Aires.
What shocked me wasn't just the public behavior it was how openly people seemed to ignore the rules. Arguments could turn into fights within minutes, strangers acted as if the streets belonged to them, and everyone seemed to live by their own code.
By my second night, I realized something: in this part of the city, you didn't survive by assuming the world followed the rules you were used to. You survived by staying alert, minding your business, and knowing when to walk away.
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After my parents divorced, my dad and I slowly stopped being close.
He still called on my birthday, occasionally, and asked how work was going, but our conversations rarely lasted more than five minutes.
I figured he was just one of those dads who struggled to connect with their adult kids.
Then, one Sunday, my mom invited me over for dinner.
While helping her clean out a closet, I found an old envelope with my name on it.
Inside were birthday cards from my dad. Some were unopened, and a few dated back almost three years.
I'd never received any of them.
When I asked my mom about it, she went quiet for some time.
Then she told me how my dad had been sending me cards and letters regularly since the divorce. She'd kept them because she was still angry with him and didn't want him acting like the perfect father after everything he'd put her through.
She said she never thought I'd care enough to notice.
I didn't know what to say.
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