My boyfriend (27M) during lovemaking passed a credit card through my (25F) ass. Turns out he has a cashier fetish, I don't like it at all. Is that common fetish and if it's not, what should I do?
I've been in love with my sister for a long time, and today, something really interesting happened. Over the past few years, my sister and I have been hanging out a lot more and I developed a crush on her.
Today, we were just hanging out in a restaurant and things were getting really flirtatious. We could tell that we wanted each other and agreed to go back home to her bedroom. Apparently, she always had a crush on me as well.
When we arrived, she took off her pants. Her panties looked so sexy on her, I got rock hard immediately and took off my pants, my erection in full view of her. It was one of the hottest things I've done in my life. But then she took off her jacket. This is where the interesting stuff happens.
I noticed that she was wearing a shirt of the Champion brand, and if you flip the logo sideways, it sort of looks like a crewmate from the popular game, "Among Us" Immediately, my brain acted on it's own. I'm not sure what happened, but I couldn't stop it. With my hard cock fully visible, I screamed, "SUS!!!! SUS!!!!!!! AMONG US AMONG US!!!!!!!!!"
I couldn't believe what I had just said. My sister looked confused and startled. She asked if I was okay and I wanted to say yes, but my brain didn't listen. I yelled, "HOLY SHIT YOU'RE ACTING SUS WHY YOU ACTING SUS HOLY SHIT AMONG US AMONG US" My sister had terror in her eyes. She was terrified of me. But I couldn't stop.
I lunged at her. "YOU'RE SUS YOU NEED TO GET VOTED OUT WHY ARE YOU ACTING SUSSSSSS YOU'RE THE IMPOSTOR!!!!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. With all her strength, she escaped my grasp and left the room. I yelled. "YOU'RE ACTING SUS RUNNING AWAY IS SUS ARE YOU GOING TO VENT? VENTING IS REALLY SUS YOU NEED TO BE VOTED OUT!!!!"
I chased after her but eventually she locked herself in the bathroom and I could hear her talking to what I think was 911. It's been 10 minutes and the cops are currently on the way. Any advice would be nice.
You heard me. I'm a karma whore. I make fake posts and comments just for those sweet internet points, and you're an idiot for giving them to me. I'm not stopping. Not because of feelings of superiority, even though I am truly superior, but because I've decided to dedicate my thoughts, mind, body, and soul to gaining more upvotes in a day than you, a pitiful mortal, will gain in your life.
Imagine a schoolgirl getting bukkake in the middle of the college bathroom from 13 different guys. That's me. I'm that schoolgirl. Except that cum is those delicious orange arrows. I'm not saying I'm better than you. I'm simply implying it, and if you have a problem with that, compare your karma to mine, and then we'll talk it out.
I apologize for your inferiority, ok? Nobody wanted you to turn out this way, and I'm sure that you feel even more disappointed in the sight of me. I have the audacity to admit that I'm a slutty whore for karma, and I'm still superior, you beta twig.
Karma is my cocaine. It's my heroin. It's my intense, orgasmic dopamine hit that will forever separate me from the mortals that surround me.
I, and I completely, am a karma whore. But I'd rather be a whore than a trashbag, like you.
Peace out plebs :)
Stop with the fucking " I bet you'll never guess what's under my dress.."
It's tits. It's always fucking tits.
This is no mystery to anyone, and human anatomy has been the same for over 100k years. Seriously, shut the fuck up. You all do this. Do you really think your tits and asshole are so special that they're going to shift our collective consciousness or something?
"I bet the guys at the gym wonder what's under my yoga pants."
I bet they already know, and if they fucking don't, maybe you shouldn't be at a kid gym for 4 year olds.
So before I (100M) say anything at all, I (100M) am not the asshole and I (100M) will not tolerate any form of criticism and/or condemnation. I (100M) also will not tolerate downvoting me just for the sake of being the OP. With that said, I (100M) have these voices in my head (Immortal) and they don't stop. They tell me about how their immortality will haunt me (100M) for the rest of my life. Forgot to mention that I'm 100 and male, so I don't have much time left anyway. The voices said I (100M) must do whatever they (Immortal) tell me to do. They said that I had to fuck every single women on earth. I only got to 20, so I was enraged obviously. I went inside a daycare with a Nerf Gun, who I affectionally call (Attractive Rifle, 15F), or AR15 for short. I start blasting the little foam bullets every where and the kids (3M, 3F, 4M, 4F) came on me and busted my fucking skull open. As it turns out, that wasn't even a daycare. It was a home full of midgets and they were psychopaths and this copypasta is unfunny as fuck. So I ran the midgets over, shot my neighbor's dog, stole the dog's car, went to Washington DC and defecated all over the Rose Garden. AITA? I know I'm not, but it's worth a shot. I need an ego boost anyway.
I rent an apartment with a friend. At night I can sometimes hear her breathing heavily and masturbating. Not through the room, but the walls. For some reason, sound travels easily through these walls. I noticed it when I lay in bed one night and leaned the side of my head to the wall making my ear sit right next to the wall. She is kind of shy and reserved. I of course have to masturbate as well when I hear her doing it since it's so incredibly hot.
What I've been thinking about is kind of just walking in on her with a bulging boner asking her if she needs help. That or maybe just telling her how hot it is. I don't know...
Not sure what the results are going to be though.
EDIT: I decided to walk in on her. It went okay.