» Voyeurism

The day after
A few years ago, I had a very good friend with whom I used to talk about our various life problems all night on MSN. We were far apart so we didn't get to see each other that often, but when we did, it was always a lot of fun -- nothing sexual, just hanging out.

One day however, we had both just broken up with our respective partners and felt like complete shit, so we decided to go out with a couple of his friends. A few hours later we were both insanely drunk, and of course, mutual comforting ensued... pleasuring each other a few blocks away from where the party was, in the middle of the street - quite classy, I know. After a while we decided it was time to go home. When we arrived at his studio a friend of his was already sleeping in his bed, and as everything was in the same room, we decided to keep it civilized and not fuck each other. A few drinks later however, we were of course fucking each other on the couch/floor, keeping an eye on the friend, who appeared to be very drunk and very asleep.

The next day, as they both walked me back to the train station, his friend said to me: "glad you enjoyed it last night, I had fun wanking to you two".

I was mortified.
(Fri 12th Oct 2007, 12:27, More)

» PE Lessons

I have many gruesome memories of PE class.
One of the worst, though, must be the memory of the teacher I had during the last three years of primary school. It was an all-girls school, but we had a male PE teacher (who used to walk around in the changing rooms all the time, which got a little weird by the age of 12) whose name translates to Sweet Lips. Yes, that's really what his name sounded like in my native language.

And I still have nightmares of the time we had to do some kind of somersault over a vault - by this time I was fourteen and in a co-ed high school. I misplaced my hand on the vault, fell, and in my attempt to break my fall accidentally put my hand on my teacher's crotch and took him down with me (yes, by his balls). Somehow I also managed to get my t-shirt over my head, leaving my breasts exposed to a class full of horny boys. The horror, the horror.
(Fri 20th Nov 2009, 19:14, More)

» Stalked

Psycho ex
Don't 85% of these stories cover the same subject?

Anyway, some time ago when I was about sixteen years old, and I had just broken up with my first serious boyfriend of two years, I met fellow whom I liked hanging out with at first. He wasn't particularly attractive: about 1m65, very skinny, horrible glasses (I'm a big fan of glasses on men, but these really were awful), and a less-than-fabulous set of teeth.
However, he seemed nice, and we saw each other on a regular basis, until I suddenly fell head over heels in love with him (god knows why...).

I should have known better even then: in the first month of our relationship he forced me to sleep over at his place (he was 21) almost every night, resulting in me not being able to go to school because this useless fuck had nothing better to do with his time than threaten and bully me. Still, I was in love with him so I failed to see his faults, even though by then he had tried to break up with me around 11 times, always going on about "how I deserved so much better than him" (yes, I did) and other crap. Besides this he did fuck all with his life: he lived with and off his grandfather, starting a new course at university each year but failing to complete even the first year at any of them. He didn't work either or even try to get a job - yet he always had money for, say, a new mac or very expensive clothing - god knows where all that came from. His grandfather was becoming elderly and couldn't do anything around the house anymore, yet he had to hire a cleaner - simply because Mr. Ex apparently felt too superior to do such lowly things like cleaning the house or cooking, even though he didn't have anything better to do...
Besides being a lazy arse and a general fuckwit, he also was a manipulative backstabber: while we were together he always went on about his ex-girlfriend and how much he had loved her, leaving e-mails he had sent to her while we were together around the house for me to read - all about how much he missed her and the times they had together, how much better she was than me...
When I confronted him about this he yelled at me for hours, calling me a jealous bitch and yet again 'breaking up' with me, only to call me a few hours later to tell me he hadn't really meant it at all - a scenario which was repeated numerous times. Well into the end of the 'relationship' this happened once again, and I just got very pissed off and left - I had to take the bus and he was following me to the bus stop, wailing about the 'love we had' in front of all the people there, and while I tried to keep my dignity and ignore him he went on and on about how he would kill himself without me in his life - this actually got to the point of jumping in front of the bus when it arrived and nearly getting run over -- which only caused me to keep seeing him because I felt sorry for the guy.

By now my parents were also outraged by him, even though they told me about a million times I should break up with him I still stuck up for him because I probably thought he could change.

After about two months I went to a festival without him where I met a really nice guy, and after seeing him a few times I realised my boyfriend was a total prick and dumped him on the spot, never to look back again.

But he did... From that moment on he called me about 100 times a day (I wish this was an exaggeration), calling my parents to whine to if I didn't pick up my phone (which I didn't). The phone calls were always fucked up: first trying to flatter me and talk me back into a relationship with him, going into a frenzy when I said no, threatening with suicide or to kill me... (He did this to my parents too) He would also be sending me letters and huge bouquets of roses every day, sending e-mails to my friends and then actually to one of my TEACHERS to tell them what a rotten person I was, turning up in front of my door in the middle of the night at least three times a week, turning up at my school asking classmates and teachers about me and what I was doing. Besides all this he had also posted a huge story about our relationship on an internet forum where I knew a lot of people - the board was visited by many people who knew each other, so word got round pretty fast. He did so much more but I just can't be arsed to write it all down... I've seen quite a few people with a shockingly alike story here, so I guess you'll get the gist of it.

This all went on for a few months, causing me to become super stressed and anxious because I couldn't go anywhere anymore without people having heard stories about me (99% of which weren't true) and not being able to sleep of pure fear. In the end I took out a restraining order against him which actually stopped him from continuing with this behaviour, but by then I already suffered from a huge depression...

I'm now 19 and still haven't got my life completely back together due to the fact that I had absolutely no confidence left after this guy was done with me and I've had a lot of trouble trusting people after all this had happened, luckily my current boyfriend (of two years now) has had much patience with me and eventually 'cured' me of a lot of my problems.
It's been a while since I thought of him and everything that has happened then - I just feel very stupid for putting up with all his shit because I'm not really that type of girl, but I guess love is blind?

I still hope he rots in hell though.

Apologies for length (he should too), melodrama and lack of humour.

PS: He also liked to dress up as a woman and take pictures of himself like this.
(Mon 4th Feb 2008, 4:05, More)

» Voyeurism

someone elses post reminded me of this...
This didn't happen to me, but it's still a story worth of telling.
A couple of months ago, my boyfriend started working at a new job, and he was already told this story somewhere in his first week.

One of the IT bosses at his new company had, on a particularly beautiful day, received a new laptop, and in order to keep all the files on his hard drive he uploaded them to the company's server. Amongst these files however, was a collection of hardcore porn featuring himself and a woman who was in his team - they were both married, sadly not to each other. It also featured some random other people, cucumbers and courgettes, and a whole lot of human faeces... Sadly enough the realisation of what he had done dawned upon him a little too late, as he couldn't delete the files from the server anymore because just about every user in the company was looking at them. To make it even worse, it also contained a diary, in which stood what his deepest fantasies were, and a detailled description of those he had already acted upon...

At least he left it to himself and quit the exact same day, the woman however is still working there (about a year later). Ouch!
(Sat 13th Oct 2007, 4:47, More)

» Tightwads

The general public seem to be tightwads.
I work in a restaurant here in Belgium. I'm not exactly sure what it's like in the UK, but you aren't really expected to tip any amount of money here, but most people do it anyway.

Before I worked here I always tipped in a restaurant, but only a small amount, say 2 pounds or something (for myself). Friends would also chip in with about the same amount, so in the end it was a pretty decent tip. I always felt like a cheap tipper but by god, was I wrong. Last week our restaurant was fully booked, and we had a few large groups in there (say 20 people). In the end I had to deal with about three bills of around 850 pounds each, so quite a large amount of money. We received 20p in tips that night.

Seriously... Like I said, tipping isn't mandatory, but 20p?! I would have understood it if the service was completely horrible, but I can assure you that it definitely wasn't. Somehow I just found it extremely rude...
(Tue 28th Oct 2008, 15:33, More)