Ugh where do I start to cut to the chase I've slept with 27 men and I'm only 19 I didn't mean for it to get this far but from age 12 to 19 I've dealt with

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Ugh where do I start to cut to the chase I’ve slept with 27 men and I’m only 19 I didn’t mean for it to get this far but from age 12 to 19 I’ve dealt with death and heartbreaks and for some reason s** just helps ease the pain it’s stupid or crazy I know but, like how people have weed or crack to help take them to that special happy place where everything was right that’s what s** does for me. I want to stop because I want something more but it seems like every time I want more or think there’s more to just s**, I end up wrong and than the number goes up. I’ve had to take a after pill twice in my life and before I knew about those pills I had about two or three pregnancy scares, I’ve been raped by my own cousin. So I guess you can say some where in there a seed was planted to be so s***** but I’ve also had s** with about six of my cousins staring at the age of 11 or 12 I can’t remember, my dad died in 2008 he was the love of my life and after loosing him I had to find my personal high “s**”. I feel like I’m fighting with two personalities one that wants to do right so bad but the side that does wrong always wins but this time my good side will win it has to….

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I’m male, work a high power job, good salary. After work I dress as a female to relax.
Recently I discovered, having my testicle out side my pan+ties, under my dress, keeps me cooler. Just wanted to put this out there.

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When I was in college my roommate was raped and murdered in a stairwell. I left that school and later completed my degree on line. I lived with my mother.

I had a long time jib working for a cupcake store. One random day a man stopped for a birthday cupcake for his secretary. I asked him if men still had secretaries. He asked if I had an education. Since I had a degree I could be his secretary, the birthday girl was moving.

The company offices had fifty people, mostly male, engineers. The other females were all young, dressed well, fawned over the men. Hired for their looks. I was hired for my looks, 22 blonde.

The man, he wanted a secretary who was affectionate to him. Kiss on the cheek every morning. Wore dresses, a little cleavage. A slap across the a** type of man. He kissed me in his office, felt me up and told me he was coming to my house. I told him I lived with my mother.

He showed up and my mother told me to serve him. He told her he was there for me. He saw me at the cupcake store and decided to marry me.

My mother asked Jim questions, like interviewing him for me. He passed, professional, manager, good job, but how did she know if he could father children. I got married anyways , fingers crossed.

Five years without children. Five years of keeping myself away from him. Five years of this and that girl. He turned 33, I either got pregnant or he would leave me.

Coercion. Blackmail. Forced to comply. It was as awful as I imagined. You only give up your virgin status once. It was awful. What can I say. He repeated it to make sure I got pregnant.

You see, my college roommate was my lover. When I lost her everything ended for me. I married him to please my mother. It’s awful, what can I say. I’m cheating on her memory. This child in me, if I have a girl I will name her after Cristina.