when i was 15, about a year ago, i was being homeschooled. so one day, when i was online checking my facebook; i started conversing with a guy from

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when i was 15, about a year ago, i was being homeschooled. so one day, when i was online checking my facebook; i started conversing with a guy from another country, on the other side of the world. Finland. i live in the United States. over the course of an entire year, we began to talk almost every day; and by the end of the year, we knew so much about each other; more than anyone we knew personally. we both confided in each other so much; it felt like we had known each other for our entire lives. but before we we became really good friends, i lied to him many times. i told him i lived in a different country than i did; and lied about moving, where i went to school, my parents job, my entire nationality, my birthplace, and some the languages i knew. as we became closer, i really began to regret this, and couldnt confess to him in fear that i would lose him. in the beginning of 2009, he went away to the army, and we lost contact. at this point, i had done a lot of thinking; about him. & about me. i really missed him. i felt really stupid for having a crush on a guy ive never met; but at the same time, i really liked him. i wanted to see him so badly. i began to think about him every day we wouldnt speak. thinking about how my life would be if he was in my life for real. i began to daze off thinking about how i could get a plane ticket there … i knew it would never happen; but i wished it could. things began to remind me of him. i wanted to remember him. in fact, on new years second 2009, i kissed my window with a lipgloss imprint to him. it is still there; it is now September 4th. I also cut myself for the first time in my life in August; i carved his first initial into my leg & smeared the blood next to the kiss imprint on my window. during summer 2009, i took a trip to Germany, before i flew across the ocean, i saved his phone number into my itouch; and when i got there i went to a phonebooth in the city. At the phonebooth, i dialed his number for the first time; and to my surprise a woman picked up. All she said was ‘Hallo ? Hallo’ i didnt say anything, convinced that she was German. He is Finnish, so this coulnt be right. I couldnt believe it, so i called back. The same woman picked up. I thought I had the wrong number, but when i got home to the United States, i double checked and that WAS his number. Now, He is back from the army and off to Uni; we barely speak at all now. &. when we do speak it is so awkward. it makes me sad, because we used to be able to talk for hours on end about everything. and now, its difficult to say hello. i really miss our conversations & feel really weird that i feel like this about someone ive never met. I am beginning to regret all these feelings that ive had; and im starting to hate him, as he constantly brags about girls to me. & when we do talk now, its all about him =/ i dont know whats happened to him. but i cant do ANYTHING about it. i have to let him go. ive never told a SOUL about my experience. he was one of the only guys ive ever felt like this about.

New Confession

Flying down I-75
’bout to hop on 696
I look over this f****** chick’s tryna fix her makeup
I’m like, B****,
you ain’t a plastic surgeon
I advise ya to put up your visor,
I’m getting kinda ticked
You’re blocking my side mirror, she’s like “Yeah, so?”
I’m like, “So? You gon’ need a stitch you keep actin’ like that, ho
I look like your husband,
s***? That’s a rhetorical question
You talk to me like you talk to him, I’ll f*** you up
In fact, get in the backseat,
like the rest of my dates
No b**** rides shotgun, what taxi?

-Bad Meets Evil.

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I went to a family BBQ this weekend at my Aunts farm. I was fascinated with all the animals. They had a pool and most of us just walked around in bikini tops and shorts. Mine were kind of short, but I liked the look and feel.

I was walking around the barn area to see the horses. My Uncle was feeding them and asked me to help and clean out a stall. I was happy to help, the horses were out of that particular stall. My Uncle entered and closed the door. I was cleaning up and bent over to scoop the stuff into a dust pan and into the can.

I felt my Uncles hands on my b***. He was telling me what a pretty girl I was, and how nice my b*** looked in these shorts. I said thank you and he pulled me closer, I was still bent over, and I could feel his hardness. He told me, he wanted to see me without my shorts on, and he quickly pulled them down before I could stop him. I was not wearing any underwear, and was fully exposed bare b***.

He moved me against the wall, my hands on the wall still bent over with him behind me. He already had undid his jeans and they were down around his ankles. I knew what was coming next. He pushed hard against me. My body betrayed me and I was already wet… he easily slid inside of me. I let out a cry, and he started pumping away. He was so much bigger than any of the boys I had dated.

I was so wet and he was so big, I did not complain, and let him do what he wanted. He was thrusting so hard and deep, I could feel his B@lls slapping against me with every thrust. I had multiple org@sms, my legs were shaking and my body was flush… then I felt him org@sm inside of me, it seemed to not stop and I could feel each spurt inside of me shooting against my insides. It was running out of me and down my legs as he continued his thrusting until he was finished.

He pulled out of me and left me there, legs spread and leaning against the wall soaked in wetness. I cleaned up and went back to the party. Still flush from the F#cking in the stall, people commented that I must have got some sun as the color looked good on me.

I saw my Uncle later, he never said a word, he just smiled and winked at me…