to continue my last post, i felt so resentful of myself and self harmed the day after it happened. i washed all my sheets even though they weren’t wet or anything, but ugh i don’t know man, i just hate myself more than i can put into words. i feel like i lost a part of myself and just feel so embarrassed/ashamed/vulnerable.
i hate myself so much right now. the most intimate thing i’ve ever done is kiss someone’s neck and be kissed on the neck, and also like my stomach or wtv. but nothing else. until a few days ago when i had this guy over and i ended up grinding against him and i think i orgasmed idrk how that’s supposed to feel like but something definitely happened. and he also had his hand over my pants and i basically like.. rubbed myself against his hand. I have never ever done this before so i am disgusted pls help
Eapv9
"Vincent, would you like some lasagna?" Lyn asked him. Pat already had a plate, he ate quickly with the bread. He usually wolfed down his food though, it was no indicator of the quality. "No thank you," he responded politely. Lyn wore plain clothing, jeans and a simple blouse. It was hard for Vince to see her in anything besides a fine dress, though, as if he couldn't see passed this. He worried briefly about offending her, but he couldn't eat that garbage.
Eapv8
She only had one pot holder, she was using a dish rag too, to hold the dish. She paid no mind, though he was sure that they had both heard the screaming. Vincent looked down at his body. He had blood splattered up his stomach, his unbuttoned jeans revealed more of the red. Her mess was up mid-arm his knife welding hand. And he had gotten sweaty, fucking her that hard. He lit his smoke and sat down. i need a shower.
Eapv7
Vince sniffed, wiping his nostrils with his thumb as he re-entered the living room. Patrick looked up from the television. "How was she?" He asked quietly. Vince knew that Pat was looking at the gore on his body, to gauge how much he hurt this girl. He reminded Vince a little of a vulture, like that. Vince sniffed again, picking up his cigarettes. "She was divine," he responded slowly, then a glance to the kitchen. Lyn was pulling lasagna out of the oven, store bought for sure.
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blastin past you in the back of my black acura
pullin plastic bullets outta my backpack
and start attackin you with that
and a hatchet and axe
and after that i'm smackin ya
with wack raps and accents
since way back when i'm spectacular
i'm a master of gats
purple heart's practically black
so accurate that
i have a plaque just for bein tactical
while you askin for jack astor's
i'm passin the class plastered
immaculate, faster than you could rap first to last backwards
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