I live with a guy. It’s night, he’s sleeping, and my back hurts like hell. Well, I think we need to stretch it out. I bent over and stood on the bridge pose — it didn’t help. I decided to walk around in that pose and left the room. Then I come in again, and at that moment my boyfriend wakes up. I have never heard such yelling from him. Imagine: you wake up in the middle of the night, no one is around, and something comes out of the kitchen in a bridge pose and groans :) He calls me a witch and is afraid that I might walk on the walls like that.

I am a dentist in a children's clinic. I can’t stand children, despite the fact that I recently became a mother myself. During the appointment, I catch myself thinking that I want to hurt especially capricious and spoiled children. Raise your children, friends!

And in the 15th year of my continuous driving experience, my husband continued to teach me how to drive. He sits drunk in the passenger seat and pesters: wrong row, hatch, distance, turn, too fast, too slow. Got it! Once again, I silently stopped near the traffic cop and said: “The rules say that the passenger has no right to distract the driver. This passenger is so distracting that we almost had an accident!” — which is true. A traffic cop dropped off a drunken husband. And I left. Returned home quiet.

My husband started a new job six months ago. Everything seemed to be fine. On the contrary: considering that this is a new direction in which he was retrained, he is completely enthusiastic. And he became more active in relationships, or something. But somehow I felt uneasy inside. In general, I got into his phone. I found nothing: no correspondence, no new contacts, no sites in the browser history — nothing at all. I scolded myself. But the anxiety did not go away. And I was drawn to look at the gallery. And there are a bunch of photos of his colleague. And he took these photos furtively, because in them she is not posing, but doing some kind of work, eating, talking on the phone. The girl is young, under 30 years old. And I am both disgusted and scared by this hobby of his. Looks like a maniac from a movie. And I don’t understand how to feel about this. It seems like they definitely have nothing, and, probably, this hobby will pass. But in my heart it’s sad and offensive that this is happening at all. There is no crime as such, so I can’t share it with anyone, so as not to inflate it into a scandal or, conversely, to not be ridiculed.

My mother-in-law went on vacation to see the world. The vacation was very long, and her neighbors called my husband. They say the smell from the apartment is unbearable. The husband opened the door — and there were five corpses of kittens. Before her vacation, she locked her pregnant cat in her apartment, leaving her food in the refrigerator. The entire refrigerator was rotten, the cat gave birth, she got out through the window, but the kittens couldn’t. I am amazed at the stupidity and cruelty.

A friend's daughter got sick. To bring down the temperature, children are rubbed with vodka, but the father of the family did not drink, and the only alcohol at home was a gift bottle of Chinese vodka with a snake. When they began to rub the child, a terrible cadaverous smell came from the liquid. The mother got scared and started screaming for her husband to “throw out this dead thing,” and the girl began to cry a lot: “Don’t, mommy, maybe I’ll still survive.” When they laughed it off, I had to explain for a long, long time that they love her and will never throw her away :D

I'm 33, and I just now realized what I want to be when I grow up. A prostitute! I read a lot and watched films about girls in this profession and realized that I wanted that too. Money pays for normal, regular and interesting sex, which does not get boring, as in the case of marriage or a long relationship with one man. This work is an eternal holiday, different acquaintances, a lot of communication. You can be a little drunk, and no one will say anything about it or dismiss you, like at a regular job. And in our time, such girls are treated normally, they even have a chance of getting married. In short, now I’m thinking about how to get into this business.

Back in school, my best friend and I became interested in the idea of ​​equality and feminism. We studied a lot, joined groups on social networks, argued fiercely and fought for women’s rights. Recently a friend got married. We are students, he is a young teacher. And every day at the university I see how he uses it. “Dear, will you go get me some coffee, I have a lot of work?”, “Honey, prepare my favorite soup for dinner,” “I have a conference tomorrow, will you prepare my suit?” It seemed kind, but in reality he made her a servant. Love is evil...

There was a case in our village. A lonely elderly woman climbed into an empty cellar — to heat it, smoke it from mold and bugs, before storing the crops for the winter. The cellar was deep, the stairs were iron, welded from two ladders. She climbed down, put the barrel down, lit the firewood in it, and quickly climbed up so as not to inhale the smoke, but in her haste she stumbled and fell down. She broke her leg and couldn’t get out on her own. Only a day later her neighbors found her. Let's go find out why the cow is screaming as if she hasn't been fed, and the woman is nowhere to be found. Everyone looked around — no. They found her in the cellar, all smoked and black.

I have always loved sex at noisy parties. When you, drunk, go with an unfamiliar guy to the toilet or another room, undress, kiss and caress him, and he caresses you. Afterwards, he fucks you to the music playing in the common room, squeezes your breasts, hits your ass and calls you a bitch, and you can let yourself scream at the top of your lungs from orgasm, knowing that no one will hear you except him. For me these are unforgettable moments, they give me joy and nostalgia when I remember them. I love non-standard sex.

I decided to become a cuckold to entertain my wife. I found her a man and sat down in the corner to watch. In the process, I realized: she was not pretending, she was simply disgusted with me. Now they sleep in our bed, and I moved into the kitchen. I can’t kick her out — the apartment is hers, but I still love her just as much. Yesterday I brought them breakfast in bed, she didn’t even say thank you, she just laughed at my apron. I’ve become a stranger in my home, I’m disgusted with myself, but I don’t have the strength to leave.

At 33 years old, I finally experienced my first orgasm! Yes, yes, that’s how it happens (I’m so retarded). I bought a vacuum stimulator and just flew into space with it — for the first time in my life! But after that, my clitoris became so sensitive that now I constantly experience arousal from any simple actions, such as, for example, rubbing panties or clothes while walking… I don’t know yet how to manage my new sensations. This is very strange and unusual for me, since I have never experienced anything like this before.

My girl is obsessed with the topic of desecration. At first she asked me to just spit in my face — I still got over that. But now the extreme cruelty has begun. She demands that at the peak I make myself vomit directly on her. She also forces her to do this in a pile of garbage that she has been accumulating for a week in the corner of the bedroom for a “garbage dump atmosphere.” She says that this is the only way she feels alive and dirty. The smell in the room is such that it really makes me sick. I love her, but it seems that I will soon simply die from some kind of infection.

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