I dated my unmarried Professor and found out that I was pregnant two months into the relationship. I was really hoping at the time that he would provide me with some form of support and reassurance that we could both pull through this together. Instead he would say that "no one could force him to be a father if he did not want to be one"; "that he would seek a lectureship position in Australasia should I continue with the pregnancy" and finally he threatened to end his own life.
On the way to the clinic I was hysterical but he did not really care. Whilst at the clinic I sat crying whilst he marked exam scripts....
I had a breakdown afterwards which he felt was an overreaction to the trauma of what had happened. I have now had to withdraw from my course and my life is effectively ruined. I wish that I had found the strength to have the baby.
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I have a thing for chubby girls. I am engaged to a beautiful woman who isnt chubby at all and we have been together for 3 years but in that time i havent been very faithful. I have slept with 37 different females in the 3 years we have been together and they have all been chubby. All i do is find them online and aske them to go out with me some time and by two or three times seeing them i end up sleeping with them. I know for a fact that at least 19 of these girls were virgins before. One of them is an old friend who i find incredibly sexy and we have been having an affair for almost 2 years now she is also the mother of my son which my fiance does not no about.
It's funny. A couple of years ago I wrote a confession about one of my best guy friends. He ended up breaking up with that girlfriend a long time ago, but our flirtation didn't come back until around May. The thing was that it was the end of our senior year of high school. We were both going off to college so there was a part in each of us that didn't want anything to happen because of the inevitable distance. Yet, that did not end our flirtation. It continued throughout the summer, but we both kept a little distance. Despite how hard we tried, I started falling for him. He was the last person I said goodbye to before I went off to college. After an amazing night out, he brought me home. We stayed in front of my house for hours just talking, and he held me. Then the big confession came, and we kissed for the first time. After over 18 years on earth, that was my first real kiss. It was the perfect first kiss I always imagined, the one I waited so long for. It made it so hard to leave. I've been gone for just over a week and memories of us keep replaying in my head. I keep reliving that scene. I miss him so much. I've always loved him, but I actually feel that I could be in love with him. A part of me really wants to try to make something work. I just want to see him again. I don't know how I'll survive until Thanksgiving break to see him.
I once witnessed a girl getting humiliated in a park. We were playing basketball, when we heard to girls yelling insults at each other. When we went over to see what was going on, they were already slapping and pulling their hairs. Someone should have told this girl, that you don't pick a fight when your waring a boob tube and a skirt. She was swingging away and trying to keep her clothes from getting ripped. She ended getting tackled to the ground by this girl twice her weight, with intentions of ripping as much clothes off of her as she could, to humiliate her in public. One of her breasts had slipped out and the crowd was yelling "strip the *****" Blood was dripping from her nose and now she was in a fight to keep her skirt from being ripped off. Some other girls jumped in and her skirt came off in sherds. The pulled so hard on her panties it left burn marks on the side of her hips as they snapped off of her. They were calling her a dirty whore and dragged her around half naked, waving her ripped panties in front of everyone. She must have died of shame having the whole crowd see her that way and just sat on the ground crying and covering up with what was left of her skirt. The poor girl got her ***** put on show and don't know if anybody felt sorry for her. I just think that everyone had fun seeing some else being degraded. It's human nature.
I'm a 16 year old grirl that's constantly drifting into horny day dreams. I even play with myself in school while sitting in the class room. Part of the fun is doing it in a public place and no one knows I'm doing it. I just candidly slide my hand under the waist band of my skirt and wedge my panties into my *****. I pull them up and down till I cum. One of my best fantasies takes place in the middle ages were I get punished by placing me in a pillar. For those who don't know what a pillar is; it's two hinged boards with a hole for your head and two for your hands, and locked together. The board is suspended from the the ceiling with chains and your basically left standing with your head and hands pinned between the board. I fantasies that I'm being punished, taked out side, placed on the pillar stripped and spanked. My legs are chain spread apart and left to be publicly humiliated. Men are all around looking at every part of my body. Well that's about time were I'm spread out in my bed and about to have an orgasm. The more I think I'm getting helplessly humiliated in public, the better I cum. Just thinking of having my wet ***** displayed for everyone to look at, gives me the most intence and powerfull orgasms and after feel so ashame for having those dreams. I guess I'm turning into a slut.
Ok.. So I am a new mother.. my son is one.. And i have to confess that i have really been struggling lately with the fact that i am a mother now.. I'm no longer the baby.. For the past 22 years i have been spoiled and now i cant take it that i'm no longer getting spoiled that my parent's baby has a baby so he gets all of the attention.. I'm spoiled.. and i"m a brat.. and i know that.. but that doesnt make it any easier to not be hurt by this.. I feel really bad for feeling like this though. I love my son to death. But there are times that i regret having him at such a young age.. But I love him none the same.. DOES THIS MAKE ME A BAD MOM??
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