Copypasta of a person’s past experience or events that is so absurd it became a meme of its own. Usually untrue stories that tries to circle jerk opinions.
This story is about a boy who takes off his pants. He then opens his laptop, goes into incognito mode and searches HOT BUSTY INDIAN GRILS BIG BOOTY XXX IRANIAN PRINCESS. He clicks the first link, and then proceeds to fap his mind out, until his flesh flute was out of population pudding. He looks around the room. Didn't the walls used to be blue? They are white now. He questions his life choices. His mom then walks into the room and silently observes all the dead children around her, she shits her pants. She finally collects herself, and picks up her son's dorito dust stained shirt, and cum covered shorts to clean them. Then the dad walks in, proud of his sons achievements, he began to pat him on the dick, but he hit a bit too hard. The boy's erect cock begins to slip off his body, ripping pubic hair from his pores. The fap that turned a young, horny boy, into a horny girl.
Earlier today I was really horny, and I saw what I thought to be a blank dvd. I thought, DVDs have a tight hole, they might feel pretty good. So I put my soft pp into the hole of the DVD, and for a few seconds as I started getting harder, it felt pretty good, but then, once I was fully erect, it started being painful. My pp was stuck in the dvd, and I had to break it in half to get if out. It was then when I flipped the broken dvd over and realized that it was not a blank dvd, but a copy of the movie UP. Well guys, guess I fucked up.
ok so firstly i am a furry artist. well yea it might sound disgusting but i literally cant draw anything else since any furry is like 100x better than whatever i draw so it looks like i must accept my fate and take it with pride.
it was a geography class and i was watching some hentai anime with my catboy friend when the teacher announced the classwork we had to do. of course we didnt hear shit but we couldnt care less at the time
a bit later we leaned over and asked the guy ahead about our task. he gave us his copybook since hes already done it (what a quick son of a bitch) so we checked it out and copied the work.
this is when it dawned upon me to draw a buff furry on his worksheet. i mean, whats so wrong about it? ive already done it so many times with so many people so its like a habit for me. so i went ahead and made a hot furry fox with an aroused face and a massive cock in about a minute (practice makes perfect). my catboy saw me drawing him and giggled as he was purring for me.
so well ive done my dirty business and we returned the copybook to the guy and carried on watching our hentai. yet what we didnt seem to notice is that the dude hadnt checked the work one more time. at the end of our lesson we gave in our copybooks to the teacher.
and so uh it turns out that the guy hasnt erased the furry meaning hes still out there waiting for teacher to notice him… well i hope she wont mind that much
Every. Single. Day.
Ever since I was twelve years old and in seventh grade. My bully, who I will call Brad, tormented me, and the rest of my seventh grade class. Brad was an intimidating, 6'2", bulky, black dude who had been held back three grades. Even though he was unpopular, no amount of wedgies and swirlies would fill any of us with enough vengeance to cross him. Even the teachers made an exception to their "maintain a 70% average to play sports" rule so that he could play on the football team. And we absolutely demolished other schools when it came to football.
We had to put up with Brad's beatings and snarky remarks for years. No one dared to stand up to him. No one except me, the week when my eleventh grade home economics class went on a field trip to the local butcher, to learn how to properly prepare meat.
After learning the basics... how to skin cows and gut chickens, we moved onto the climax of the trip. The large, rusty, electric meat grinder which sat in solitude along the back wall of the faculty. Wasting no time, the butcher explained to us how the grinder functioned, and gave a quick demonstration, making ground pork. He then gave each of us a turn. Unafraid, I went first and seamlessly fed a cut of pork into the grinder. It proceeded to spiral out the other end, without any complications.
"Good job, u/squidwardspinkdildo." The butcher told me, "But remember, be careful." He instructed, grabbing a lone sneaker which lay under the table that the grinder was situated on. He fed the sneaker into the grinder, and, despite its size, it was immediately shred into pieces. "I don't want to have any accidents today. Not again."
We all stared at him, but he offered no clarification.
The rest of us took turns grinding our meat. One by one. I made eye contact with the pretty blonde girl in my precalculus class who I used to speak to, before Brad swooped in and took her from me. She smiled at me, and I wanted to smile back, but Brad was standing just a few feet away from me.
I was sick. Tired. Infuriated. Everything good in my life, Brad had taken from me. My pencils, my homework, the love of my life, my new sneakers. All ruined. And as I felt all of my bottled anger boil up, I knew I wasn't having it this time.
The pretty girl finished her piece of meat, and Brad was next. As he leaned in to place his meat onto the entrance of the grinder, I gave him a firm shove. He was quickly pushed off balance and fed face-first into the meat grinder. I took a step back as his blood squished out around the grinder, and watched all of his innards swirl out of the exit. He didn't have time to scream. Didn't have time to process what was happening. Dumb Brad was now nothing more than a pile of ground meat. And it felt good.
Immediately, my class applauded me. Everyone clapped. The mutilated hands of Brad even looked to be clapping. No one was disgusted by the mess, we were all just too happy to see him go. I felt no remorse. For the first time in my life, I was genuinely proud of myself. My class left the butcher that day, clapping as we entered the bus. When we got back to our school and were let out, my whole town was clapping for me.
The next day, I was made President of the United States. Despite being Canadian, it turns out, standing up to the people who demean and intimidate others is just the kind of courageous act that gets recognised internationally.
I know people have been complaining about the influx of revenge fantasies on this sub. I assure you all that every detail in this story is 100% not fabricated.
Throwaway account cause I know people who browse reddit.
So I've been really repressed sexually, and I'd heard a few rumours about a glory hole at a local sex store. I really wanted a blowjob so I got curious and went in, asking the lady at the counter and she ushered me through the store room into a dimly lit area with 2 doors. She said "get sucked in the left, suck in the right".
I was really horny at this point, and before I knew it I'd opened the door on the right and sat down on some suspectly stained cushions on the floor. I was nervous, shaking almost, but I had a raging boner and was brimming with excitement. Why had I opened this door?
I wasn't sure if I had to do anything first, I'd done no research as to how glory hole etiquette goes, but all of a sudden I heard the door and then shuffling and someone unzipping their trousers on the other side, and you guessed it, a floppy cock slid through the hole and a bit dazed, I looked it over. It was really clean, no hair and a massive head. So I cautiously start sucking on the tip, licking the shaft up and down and the guy is moaning. I've never sucked a dick before but it got hard almost instantly in my mouth and it was brilliant. I sucked and licked for about 3 minutes, forgetting to breath almost, before the guy knocked on the wall and all of a sudden he shot his load right down my throat - it tickled my tonsils on the way past - and I just kind held it in my mouth and then he went soft and pulled out the hole. He said "fuck that was great" and I just sat back wiping the excess cum off my mouth.
Now I felt quite liberated, but I didn't feel done. I waited for maybe 20 minutes before I heard the door and someone else came in - and I sucked them off, about 5 minutes this time. I got that load mostly on my face because they didn't knock until late but I still licked it all up. I waited in there for another hour or so and sucked off 3 more guys, all with really nice cocks and all within about 5 minutes or so. After the 5th I was getting hungry so I used some of the wet wipes on a nearby table to clean my face and hurriedly walked out.
I didn't know what to expect when I went into the room but I really loved it and eating cum was a real turn on. I should point out I'm a straight 29 year old male and I've never experimented with a guy before and I'm definitely not gay or wanting any relationship with a man. I no longer feel repressed and I think I might go back at some point just for the experience.
So, it's been a month since I started dating my crush. We hold hands every Sunday. But this time, I held her hand a bit more passionately and a week later she started having headaches and started puking. At first I thought she was just sick, but when it continued for a while, I started fearing the worst. I told her to get a pregnancy test. She took it and the result was positive. We were both shocked. I'm not ready to be a father. What do I do? I knew there was a risk of pregnancy when I held her hand, but I never expected it to happen. Don't hold hand, kids
