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Anonymous #2 said:
Fuck your best guy friend that you said you'd never fuck and make his day/month/year

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I wish girls thought that way. I'd much rather fuck them then the girls I end up with, but it never happens.

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Anonymous #5 said:
she's at her parents house tonight, call me. she won't find out.

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Anonymous #1 said:
Hahaha, thanks bro. If any 'ole dick would do, trust me, I'd be right on it. This guy had the goddamn magic stick. As confirmed by me, all of my girlfriends who've had him and all the girls he's slept with since. I'm the dumbass who thought she could fucking take on that kind of guy and make him be faithful. Not fucking happening. I guess it's some consolation that the girl he's with now is boring as hell, but damn. I want that cock. No other will do.

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Anonymous #1 said:
Being a sex god is a powerful thing. It's cool that you can keep it all for your lady. MY sex god cannot. He is a man in search of his next project (conquest). Although, he wants his partner too. I see myself as a sex goddess as well, and I am of the faithful kind.

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Anonymous #1 said:
Hahaha, thanks bro. If any 'ole dick would do, trust me, I'd be right on it. This guy had the goddamn magic stick. As confirmed by me, all of my girlfriends who've had him and all the girls he's slept with since. I'm the dumbass who thought she could fucking take on that kind of guy and make him be faithful. Not fucking happening. I guess it's some consolation that the girl he's with now is boring as hell, but damn. I want that cock. No other will do.

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Anonymous #1 said:
I'm not addicted to sex. I'm madly in love with a man who I am completely incompatible with at this moment in my life. And he's in love with me. And we want to be around one another all of the time because we're made of the same soul-cloth. But he's not done being a child yet. Neither am I. And we cannot make it work. We tried. We lived together for almost a year. Even after he cheated on me, even after all kinds of horrendous bullshit went down, even after we made up and fell in love all over again, we couldn't make it work. Even after I moved out and he tried to move on, we couldn't make it work. Now we're trying not to talk to one another. But it's like trying not to blink or breath or lick your lips. It's like trying to pretend you aren't missing your favorite t-shirt. It's like trying to bike with only one pedal. It's like living a fake life.

And now I'm drunk on the drink we used to drink together and I'm crying my heart out because I miss him so much. And I'm horny and pissed and only a couple blocks away from the place where he's pretending to love another girl. So I'm gonna go walkin'. And I'm not gonna end up at his door. But I might end up in every place we've fucked in this town. I might end up balling myself up into an impenetrable ball of love and just sitting there by the river thinking about the absolute insanity that was our love.

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Anonymous #3 said:
you can come get on your knees for me if youd like

then afterwords id give you the best 4 and one half minutes of your life

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Anonymous #1 said:
Total fail. I ended up at his house, of course. He called me. We fucked, it was fine. Although he's lost his touch a little. The sex wasn't as raw as I wanted, 'cause his new girl is a newbie and doesn't understand such things. He's all gotten used to the soft, gentle kind of sex where you try to avoid causing pain. Not the kind where you're living for the feeling, where pain doesn't matter, where a good smack on my ass causes my whole body to convulse for a split second and makes my cunt tighten around him. The way he smacked my ass last night was goofy. Like he had to ask for permission. And this from the guy who used to leave me welted with tears in my eyes.

I'm glad we did it though, because for it totally made me want him way less. Not really because of the sex, but more because of how fucking assfacey he was afterward. He's just a prick. Hearing him talk about how how he's gonna be all serious with his new girl as he was lying in our sex stains just made me want to smack him right in his dumb face. He was all wondering aloud why it is that he cheats on every girl he gets with as if I had that goddamn answer. It made me fucking hate him. If there is a part of that man worth loving, I sure as hell can't see it anymore. Thank god for last night.

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Anonymous #1 said:
I had a crazy experience once where I took a hit while I was riding and it was absolute cosmic glory!

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Actually I think I might know you...

Sharon is that you??

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Anonymous #1 said:
Don't have one of those anymore. That is a pretty damn good idea though. I did that last time I got my heart broken. Totally fixed me right up. Unfortunately it ended up being a huge problem later on. Oh silly silly sex, why do you have to fuck up my life?

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Anonymous #1 said:
She's not at her parents house tonight, dumbass. I doubt that she's at his house either. And I doubt that he'll read this thread. And if he did and he wanted me, he would be at my door. Or he'd call me. You stupid. But so am I. Bitchin' at the shroomery about this bullshit. Whatever, I'm drunk.

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Anonymous #1 said:
Meh, I was really drunk when I started this thread. But sure, I'll explain why I personally love to be smacked on the ass. I do enjoy the way my body tenses up, like I said before, but there's a separate aspect of it that is kind of more focused on allowing someone to cause you pain. It's a trust thing that I really get off on. Plus, I really enjoy having my ass worshiped and played with when I'm fucking and if he's already got his hands down there to smack me, then there's a better chance that he'll be holding on to me, fingering me and just generally focusing his attention on the entire feeling or having his dick buried in me, holding my ass, and sucking on my tit. That's just how I like it. I like him to be entirely engaged in my body. Every part of it that he can get to.

And btw, you CAN smack too hard. And I hate it when that happens. In my opinion, there is a point where the pain becomes distracting from the pleasure instead of enhancing. For example, I do not enjoy having hands around my throat while fucking, nor do I really enjoy it when a guy grabs on to me and humps me like a dumb teenager without any consideration to my own comfort and enjoyment. I guess it could be done right, but I have not experienced it.

I doubt that there is any one specific way to get girls to like fucking you. Maybe just be engaged in them sexually and emotionally (but not in a slimy, weird way) and try and have fun? Don't take it too seriously? Be confident? And creative. Creativity is probably my most valued trait in a lover.

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Anonymous #1 said:
I know what I am, and you have no place to say what anyone is or is not. And I do make the world more fun. So fuck you! 

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Anonymous #1 said:
Yeah yeah! I totally love girl-on-top. I had a crazy experience once where I took a hit while I was riding and it was absolute cosmic glory! Flipping on light switch is exactly the way to describe it. I have literally seen the pure light of heaven shed it's rays upon me while doing that. I was a little intimidated by the sensation at first and could never really let myself fall into it completely, but when I finally did, man... there was so much pleasure. It's almost unfathomable.

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Nah, nah. It was more like a hippie love fest than a brothel. We all loved him, and he loved all of us. And what's not to love? A bunch of shroomy girls in a town you don't live in just begging for you to make the drive and fuck all of us? Why the fuck not do that? He's the silly one who decided to go fallin' in love with one instead of staying emotionally detached with all. But damn, it was good while it lasted. Would never regret at least attempting to work it out with that one. Beyond being a sex god, he was also my very own Mushroom King and a very good partner, despite all of his obvious flaws. The true worth of that man is hidden behind all of his misconceptions. And I am pleased to have at least witnessed his better side come out. Hopefully one day he'll get it all worked out in his head and be able to be that good guy most of the time. Even if I don't get to experience it, some other girl will.

And no, it wasn't a hit of meth. It was a hit of delicious weed. He touched my nipple with the cold glass of his bong and offered it to me. I didn't even know he had packed a bowl. Smooth one he was.

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I'm not addicted to sex. I'm madly in love with a man who I am completely incompatible with at this moment in my life. And he's in love with me. And we want to be around one another all of the time because we're made of the same soul-cloth. But he's not done being a child yet. Neither am I. And we cannot make it work. We tried. We lived together for almost a year. Even after he cheated on me, even after all kinds of horrendous bullshit went down, even after we made up and fell in love all over again, we couldn't make it work. Even after I moved out and he tried to move on, we couldn't make it work. Now we're trying not to talk to one another. But it's like trying not to blink or breath or lick your lips. It's like trying to pretend you aren't missing your favorite t-shirt. It's like trying to bike with only one pedal. It's like living a fake life.

And now I'm drunk on the drink we used to drink together and I'm crying my heart out because I miss him so much. And I'm horny and pissed and only a couple blocks away from the place where he's pretending to love another girl. So I'm gonna go walkin'. And I'm not gonna end up at his door. But I might end up in every place we've fucked in this town. I might end up balling myself up into an impenetrable ball of love and just sitting there by the river thinking about the absolute insanity that was our love.

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Total fail. I ended up at his house, of course. He called me. We fucked, it was fine. Although he's lost his touch a little. The sex wasn't as raw as I wanted, 'cause his new girl is a newbie and doesn't understand such things. He's all gotten used to the soft, gentle kind of sex where you try to avoid causing pain. Not the kind where you're living for the feeling, where pain doesn't matter, where a good smack on my ass causes my whole body to convulse for a split second and makes my cunt tighten around him. The way he smacked my ass last night was goofy. Like he had to ask for permission. And this from the guy who used to leave me welted with tears in my eyes.

I'm glad we did it though, because for it totally made me want him way less. Not really because of the sex, but more because of how fucking assfacey he was afterward. He's just a prick. Hearing him talk about how how he's gonna be all serious with his new girl as he was lying in our sex stains just made me want to smack him right in his dumb face. He was all wondering aloud why it is that he cheats on every girl he gets with as if I had that goddamn answer. It made me fucking hate him. If there is a part of that man worth loving, I sure as hell can't see it anymore. Thank god for last night.

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Anonymous #20 said:
You know what, fuck you!

You fuck a guy the second time you meet him and get pissed that all he sees you as is a fucking hoe.  Can you really blame me?  You’re completely fixated on sex in every way, figures that would be all your good for.

When your friends (that I fucked) stole your diary all you talked about was sex and boys.  WTF is your obsession?  Why can’t you get passionate about something else?  Sex sex sex, it’s all you've ever fucking seen me as, obviously since its all you miss.  I’m just glad that all of my suspicions about you as a sex crazed tramp are still justified post relationship.  Maybe you should consider working on your self-worth issues, perhaps you’d find more fulfillment in obtaining attention through avenues other than sex.

Sure posting naked pics of yourself in the pub will get you that petty internet attention that you desperately need, but every single person that comments on your photos sees you for what you are despite what they say.  You’re acting fucking pathetic.  It figures guys get the wrong idea about you when you can’t go to a party without taking your clothes off.  Things like self worth start to matter when you fall in love with someone, and you have none.  You were a pathetic mess the first 6 months we dated, only smiling when you got fucked out of your mind, or hitting the fucking pipe.

Yea, im not perfect.  I make a lot of fucking mistakes with my life, but I’ve got passion, and im working on a direction.  And yea, I fuck around.  It’s a problem, but at least I see more in people than the fucking genitals attached to them.  When I bring you up in conversation, I don’t even talk about sex.  Sure it was amazing, but you were a lot more than that to me.  To illustrate our differences:  If I was still hung up on you, I would walk to all the places we shared a laugh, or a good memory.  Not the places we had sex, that’s insulting.

The other night was no mistake, im happy we fucked.  Because before that night I was still hung up on you, I was still confused about how I felt about you.  I fucked you, and felt nothing; I looked deep into your eyes, and for the first time saw nothing.  And figure’s we'd fucking bicker and piss each other off right after the fact.  Business as usual.

And yea, my new girl is “boring” as you put it.  She’s only ever had sex a handful of times with one partner.  Frankly, she “sucks” at it and im goddamn thrilled.  I’m goddamn thrilled that her worth isn’t tied up in sex.  And I don’t mind not doing it as often, being gentle, or not losing control.  Because I know these sexual hang-ups make her attracted to me for who I am.  And not what I can do for her.
She has a gorgeous body, yet try’s her best to cover it up as much as possible.  The last thing she wants is attention for having huge tits, and a nice ass.  This is a welcome change from you and your sex crazed friends, who would openly talk about having sex with me, and the size of my junk in front of everyone.  The fact that you had nothing but good things to say doesn’t matter to me.  It’s still trashy, and you made some of your guy friends uncomfortable with it.

She’s too good for me, I dont disserve such a great girl.  And I feel guilty for sleeping with you that night.  But I don’t regret it, if nothing more than to let you go.  All I can do is use this to better myself, and if I need to square this with her somehow I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means walking away.  I’ve been having sex non stop for 10yrs now, and at this point im sick of it.  I wouldn’t mind not doing it for awhile, and I am completely done cheating,  I’m done with drugs, and im done flirting with girls. I just want a faithful relationship, and the last thing that I want to be an important factor, is the sex.  At this point, I truly feel like I can do without.  I’m completely disgusted with how much it has mattered to all my past girlfriends.

As long as you worship whatever guy happens to be sticking his dick in you, thats all your going to be good for.  Worshiping some duche.

You’d best to handle this like your mother, go fuck every dick you see untill clymidyia sets in.  The only thing I regret, is walking away from a great friend for a misserable year with you.


I can’t help but remember all the shit you talked about the shroomery before we broke up.  What changed?  You need to let this go, why are you coming to my community stirring shit? Just fucking let it be, get a life, and make it your own.

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Yea, this chick is for real.  And you know what's sad?  This is exactly how she talks in real life.  And all the shit about me being a sex god, and haveing a "magic stick" or whatever...  Is the same exact shit she's going to say to her next boyfriend makeing the poor bastard feel like shit.

She brags about dick she gets like it's some kind of accomplishment, she brags to her friends about how sore her jaw is from sucking dick.  And openly talks about worshiping men, and worshiping there penisis based on superficial bullshit like playing guitar, or being a gypsy.

This is notheing new, i dated her best friend before her and know all about this chick.  She gets completley consumed by her men,  She steps into there shadow and ditches any small shred of identity she may have gained during her brief break betweeen boys.  Honestly its really sad, and its allwayse bugged me about her.  I try to look past peoples flaws if they'll do the same for me but I couldnt get over the way this chick sees the world.  It makes no sense at all to me.

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Anonymous #19 said:
OP is CandyGirl.

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