as far back as I can remember my dad treated me like shit. and my mother too. he made it very clear that he had no affection to give us. if there was a

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as far back as I can remember my dad treated me like s***. and my mother too. he made it very clear that he had no affection to give us. if there was a way to put me down he found it. i wasnt even 10 years old. my mom was always there for me and intervened when things got too involved with my dad. i remember waking up one morning a year later and she wasn’t home and my dad said she left. it took me a few days to realize that she wasn’t coming back. it crushed me. I wanted to know why she left, but more importantly how she could leave me with such a pig. the next few years my life slowly decayed. I started smoking weed and got drunk frequently. one night at a party I met this guy, a few years older than me. while I was throwing up on the staircase he was at my aid while everyone else was having a good time. we started dating for a few months. I couldn’t stand living with my dad anymore so I estatic when this guy asked me to move in so I dropped out of high school and moved in. I was just 17 but what did i know? he was my knight in shining armor every teenage girl dreams of. our relationship got quite intimate for about a year but it all started slipping away. I was desperate to keep him. so desperate I tried the cocaine like he said i should that night. it marked the beginning of my hell. today i turn 20 and I can’t help but to look back on my life. nothing. I’m addicted to coke now and so is my bf. he dictates my life and any intimacy we had is now gone for the most part. I think I still love him deep deep down but thats not why I havnt left him yet, and I should. I know I should. but he supplies my addiction. he knows I’m too desperate to leave and he takes andvantage of it. I am miserable. I don’t even see the point of getting clean. all I see is me with no place to go, no one to talk to, and still miserable. living this life, at least I can pretend I’m happy. this is the first time I told anybody the whole story. only now that i see it written out do I realize how much I actually have to confess

New Confession

I am in HS and my Brother is in a local college. He works and has no time to date between going to school and working a job. He came in my room in his boxers and asked me if I could help him with a problem.

I stopped what I was doing and said sure anything you need… then I saw how excited he was in his shorts. His fly was unbuttoned and the head was out. He was really hard, and much bigger than I expected. I pointed at it and asked of this was the problem… he said yes, it won’t go away.

I told him not a good idea as I was his little Sister, and he said I know you have dated and have been with guys, so I know you know what to do. He begged me to help him make it go away so he can study. He asked me to touch it, and I am not sure why but I reached out and held it in my hand and just naturally started stroking it. It seemed to get bigger.. and he was moaning a little how good it felt, and thank you so much.

After stroking it for like 10 minutes, my hand was tired and at the same time he pushed my head down and I just went along with it and started S#cking my Brother big C#ck. He had a nice mushroom head and I was kind of getting off doing this for him. He came pretty quickly after I went down on him, but still he did not get soft, and was ready for more… Again he begged me to help him make it go away.

I was wet from seeing it and S@cking it for him, so I climbed on top in a r************** position an started riding his big thing. He slid inside of me easily, and was really moaning a lot. F#cking his big thing was hot and I had a couple of mind shattering org@sms and soaked his C#ck with my wetness. He grunted and stated pumping his seed inside me. He really came a lot and it was running out of me.. finally his thing subsided and got soft. He thanked me repeatedly as he left me laying there on the bed in another O zone world…

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I can’t let you go..
I’ ve tried for years..
What do you think I can do.?
If you’re not willing to be my friend and help me, than could you please message me something so hateful, true and rude to convince my brain.?
It’s like I’m skydiving into a blackhole with no parachute
Forever, trapped in a personal Hell
Thanks, Hon.