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Timeline

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16523409)

I had quite a few incidents of guys sucking me after seeing what I was packing but after breaking off with the second of my cousins I never had another cock in my mouth until I was in my late 60's. I made a lifelong friend while in the service and after the war, both of us being married, we two couples spent much time together. Later we, my wife and I, moved to Illinois and they moved to California and eventually we just lost contact.

We hooked up again after my wife had passed away, his wife had divorced him, he had married again but at the time of our reconnection she had cut him off completely and for good. He came to Illinois to visit me and since he had a recollection of my having a sizable wiener asked to see it. So during a porno movie (we were in shorts) I let my very erect cock out for air. When he saw it he jumped up from his chair, pulled his shorts down to reveal his own hardon and lay them alongside for comparison. Later, after stroking ourselves and one another, I asked if he liked to be sucked. He said he "loved" it so I went down on him as he sat in his chair. It wasn't long before he had a shuddering climax but to my disappointment there was no cum. He had had a prostate removal and as a result he didn't shoot juice anymore. Of course, then he put the slobbers on me and when I was about to cut loose I warned him but he said maybe if he swallowed enough of my cum that he might start to shoot again. I was still, at that time, unloading copious amounts of juice to his amazement. He claimed that he had never known a man could shoot that much and that many times in one ejaculation.

From that time he visited me once or twice every year and from the time he arrived until he left (usually 10 to 12 days) there was marathon cocksucking going on. Sadly, he passed on a few years ago and you can believe that I miss him - both from giving and receiving.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16523587)

a few weeks later, hooked up with drunk guy on my floor who had been pursuing me for a little bit. was indifferent. posted about it here; "friend" who knew about xo thought it'd be funny to show him the post. he was offended by my description of him as the "floor drunk".

became increasingly into a poster here. neither of us was sure it was a good idea cuz of the significant age difference, but we saw each other for about a month. with him, in addition to being introduced to some really fucking good food in ny, i began to explore sexual themes i'd never really delved into with past bfs, assuming a more-than-standardly submissive role in sexual activities. aggressive oral sex (face-fucking), spanking, and light choking were elements of the experimentation, which was healthy bc of the mutually-respectful environment in which it was taking place. i discovered how much i enjoyed being dominated sexually. however, the distance was too great for either of us to feel that the relationship was working for us - i, at least, felt a bit stifled in my everyday life by being committed to someone in a different city - and so we broke it off.

soon after, i confided in a friend about some of the emotional backlash of the breakup and how upsetting it was. he supported me, gently telling me to turn off my phone and stop worrying. sexual tension between us culminated in a handjob in the bathroom (intended to be a blowjob but he came early). a week later, he would call campus security on me after i obsessive-compulsively knocked on his door, upset about how he'd been treating me (shittily) since our hookup. i was his first kiss.

fall semester ended and i went home for winter break. in my abundant free time, i developed a nasty okcupid habit. met a providence guy whom i could tell was crazy but found intriguing. we texted. i told him that i was a virgin who was into submission in sex. he asked for details and when i mentioned "pseudo-choking" he said i'd get the real thing from him. we arranged to see a movie when i got back to school. we saw avatar (i paid) and when we got back to my dorm room (i let him drive me. stupid stupid stupid) he gave me an ultimatum: "either you give yourself to me completely or i leave." i insisted no sex. most of you know the rest. spitting in my eye, slapping me in the face, choking me with a belt. videos on his iphone. he did respect my no sex boundary, though, although he begged - even tried "just the tip". i saw him twice, then started seeing a therapist, worried about what direction my life was taking. he continued to occasionally harass me via text for months.

less than a month later, i started hanging out with a poster at my school. we developed feelings for each other and i effectively moved into his dorm room. we had a good run. we enjoyed each other's company a lot and dragged each other out of unhappiness, at least somewhat. i lost my virginity to him. however, things began to sour as my insecurity and resultant fits reared their ugly heads. he became more and more irritable as time went by, due to the stress of writing a thesis, finding a job, and dealing with the impending real world. my extremely annoying habits - begging for affection and reassurance - didn't mesh well with his temper. after he graduated, things only got worse, and he dumped me.

i was devastated, and i whined about the breakup to some of my close friends, including a poster i'd had a crush on for over a year but considered way out of reach. he warned me that if i kept whining about being lonely, he'd "have to" flirt with me. as luck would have it, he was going to be in my city the next week. we planned to hook up, although i warned him that i wouldn't have sex with him, since i didn't want to "ruin myself" for my ex were he to change his mind. when he came down, we hooked up and it was shocking how well we meshed, almost from the first second he touched me. i figured he was just REALLY GOOD at stuff; he figured the same about me. maybe one or both of us was right, but intense (one-of-a-kind?) chemistry must have played a part. we fell asleep together.

the next day he went home and didn't contact me. when i reached out, he was cold. i thought he was mad we hadn't fucked. turns out he was mad i'd disrespected him by whining about my ex so much while with him. we fought; i told him he should have expected it.

somehow, in the next week, we not only made up but fell for each other deeply. one night we stayed up talking, and as i was about to go to sleep at about 8 in the morning he joked that i could "sleep on the train". i couldn't resist. i got on the commuter rail to boston. we had sex twice; he came in me, looking into my eyes. i can't even think about it now without being overcome.

we had sex another four times in the next two weeks. we were amazing together, like we were built for each other. i told my ex, whom in retrospect i wasn't quite over, to make him jealous. he went crazy for a week - you probably remember the threads - and got over it as quickly as he'd snapped into it. he was going to be near my hometown the next weekend; coincidentally, i was going to be home for my sister's graduation party. we arranged to meet up so he could give me some of my stuff he still had.

it had only been two weeks with the current guy but we were so, so emotionally invested. he didn't want to make it official and was still considering seeing other girls on the side, but we were committed. and i promised. i promised i promised

i fucked up - there is no justification, and the closest thing to an explanation is that i am a disgusting whore who doesn't think before she acts, has no self-esteem or self-control, and will do anything to feel attractive and please the person in front of her.

time stopped. i deserve and want to die. nothing will ever be ok again.

cliffs: progression from slut under wraps to full-blown awful deceitful whore who will never (deserve to) be loved or respected

typed on phone during boring cashieriing shift

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16524167)

Author: .,.......,,,,....,.;;;;.,.

Subject: cr

went to college w/ intention of staying with already-long-distanve bf but the hecticness of college life proved too big a strain on our relationship ; we broke up mutually and tearfully after about two weeks.

a few weeks later, hooked up with drunk guy on my floor who had been pursuing me for a little bit. was indifferent. posted about it here; "friend" who knew about xo thought it'd be funny to show him the post. he was offended by my description of him as the "floor drunk".

became increasingly into a poster here. neither of us was sure it was a good idea cuz of the significant age difference, but we saw each other for about a month. with him, in addition to being introduced to some really fucking good food in ny, i began to explore sexual themes i'd never really delved into with past bfs, assuming a more-than-standardly submissive role in sexual activities. aggressive oral sex (face-fucking), spanking, and light choking were elements of the experimentation, which was healthy bc of the mutually-respectful environment in which it was taking place. i discovered how much i enjoyed being dominated sexually. however, the distance was too great for either of us to feel that the relationship was working for us - i, at least, felt a bit stifled in my everyday life by being committed to someone in a different city - and so we broke it off.

soon after, i confided in a friend about some of the emotional backlash of the breakup and how upsetting it was. he supported me, gently telling me to turn off my phone and stop worrying. sexual tension between us culminated in a handhob in the bathroom (intended to be a blowjob but he came early). a week later, he would call campus security on me after i obsessive-compulsively knocked on his door, upset about how he'd been treating me (shittily) since our hookup. i was his first kiss.

fall semester ended and i went home for winter break. in my abundant free time, i developed a nasty okcupid habit. met a providence guy whom i could tell was crazy but found intriguing. we texted. i told him that i was a virgin who was into submission in sex. he asked for details and when i mention "paeudo-choking" he said i'd get the real thing from him. we arranged to see a movie when i got back to school. we saw avatar (i paid) and when we got back to my dorm room (i let him drive me. stupid stupid stupid) he gave me an ultimatum: "either you give yourself to me completely or i leave." i insisted no sex. most of you know the rest. spitting in my eye, slapping me in the face, choking me with a belt. videos on his iphone. he did respect my no sex boundary, though, although he begged - even tried "just the tip". i saw him twice, then started seeing a therapist, worries about what direction my life was taking. he contained to occasionally harass me via text for months.

less than a month later, i started hanging out with a poster at ly school. we developed feelings for each other and i effectively moved into his dorm room. we had a good run. we enjoyed each other's company a lot and dragged each other out of unhappiness, at least somewhat. i lost my virginity to him. however, things began to sour as my insecurity and resultant fits reared their ugly heads. he became more and more irritable as time went by, due to the stress of writing a thesis, finding a job, and dealing with the impending real world. my extremely annoying habits - begging for affection and reassurance - didn't meat well with his temper. after he graduated, things only got worse, and he dumped me.

i was devastated, and i whined about the breakup to some of my close friends, including a poster i'd had a crush on for over a year but considered way out of reach. he warned me that if i kept whining about being lonely, he'd "have to" flirt with me. as luck would have it, he was going to be in my city the next week. we planned to hook up, although i warned him that i wouldn't have sex with him, since i didn't want to "ruin myself" for my ex were he to change his mind. when he came down, we hooked up and it was shocking how well we meshed, almost from the first second he touched me. i figured he was just REALLY GOOD at stuff; he figured the same about me. maybe one or both of us was right, but intense (one-of-a-kind?) chemistry must have played a part. we fell asleep together.

the next day he went home and didn't contact me. when i reached out, he was cold. i thought he was mad we hadn't fucked. turns out he was mad i'd disrespected him by whining about my ex so much while with him. we fought; i told him he should have expected it.

somehow, in the next week, we not only made up but fell for each other deeply. one night we stayed up talking, and as i was about to go to sleep at about 8 in the morning he joked that i could "sleep on the train". i couldn't resist. i got on the commuter rail to boston. we had sex twice; he came in me, looking into my eyes. i can't even think about it now without being overcome.

we had sex another four times in the next two weeks. we were amazing together, like we were built for each other. i told my ex, whom in retrospect i wasn't quite over, to make him jealous. he went crazy for a week - you probably remember the threads - and got over it as quickly as he'd snapped into it. he was going to be near my hometown the next weekend; coincidentally, i was going to be home for my sister's graduation party. we arranged to meet up so he could give me some of my stuff he still had.

it had only been two weeks with the current guy but we were so, so emotionally invested. he didn't want to make it official and was still considering seeing other girls on the side, but we were committed. and i promised. i promised i promised

i fucked up - there is no justification, and the closest thing to an explanation is that i am a disgusting whore who doesn't think before she acts, has no self-esteem or self-control, and will do anything to feel attractive and please the person in front of her.

time stopped. i deserve and want to die. nothing will ever be ok again.

cliffs: progression from slut under wraps to full-blown awful deceitful whore who will never (deserve to) be loved or respected

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16524167)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16524186)

trying so hard to change and be good for him. every time i fuck up i think maybe i am just inherently and immutably bad. D:

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16524246)

Author: .,.......,,,,....,.;;;;.,.

Subject: cr

went to college w/ intention of staying with already-long-distance bf but the hecticness of college life proved too big a strain on our relationship; we broke up mutually and tearfully after about two weeks.

a few weeks later, hooked up with drunk guy on my floor who had been pursuing me for a little bit. was indifferent. posted about it here; "friend" who knew about xo thought it'd be funny to show him the post. he was offended by my description of him as the "floor drunk".

became increasingly into a poster here. neither of us was sure it was a good idea cuz of the significant age difference, but we saw each other for about a month. with him, in addition to being introduced to some really fucking good food in ny, i began to explore sexual themes i'd never really delved into with past bfs, assuming a more-than-standardly submissive role in sexual activities. aggressive oral sex (face-fucking), spanking, and light choking were elements of the experimentation, which was healthy bc of the mutually-respectful environment in which it was taking place. i discovered how much i enjoyed being dominated sexually. however, the distance was too great for either of us to feel that the relationship was working for us - i, at least, felt a bit stifled in my everyday life by being committed to someone in a different city - and so we broke it off.

soon after, i confided in a friend about some of the emotional backlash of the breakup and how upsetting it was. he supported me, gently telling me to turn off my phone and stop worrying. sexual tension between us culminated in a handjob in the bathroom (intended to be a blowjob but he came early). a week later, he would call campus security on me after i obsessive-compulsively knocked on his door, upset about how he'd been treating me (shittily) since our hookup. i was his first kiss.

fall semester ended and i went home for winter break. in my abundant free time, i developed a nasty okcupid habit. met a providence guy whom i could tell was crazy but found intriguing. we texted. i told him that i was a virgin who was into submission in sex. he asked for details and when i mention "pseudo-choking" he said i'd get the real thing from him. we arranged to see a movie when i got back to school. we saw avatar (i paid) and when we got back to my dorm room (i let him drive me. stupid stupid stupid) he gave me an ultimatum: "either you give yourself to me completely or i leave." i insisted no sex. most of you know the rest. spitting in my eye, slapping me in the face, choking me with a belt. videos on his iphone. he did respect my no sex boundary, though, although he begged - even tried "just the tip". i saw him twice, then started seeing a therapist, worried about what direction my life was taking. he continued to occasionally harass me via text for months.

less than a month later, i started hanging out with a poster at my school. we developed feelings for each other and i effectively moved into his dorm room. we had a good run. we enjoyed each other's company a lot and dragged each other out of unhappiness, at least somewhat. i lost my virginity to him. however, things began to sour as my insecurity and resultant fits reared their ugly heads. he became more and more irritable as time went by, due to the stress of writing a thesis, finding a job, and dealing with the impending real world. my extremely annoying habits - begging for affection and reassurance - didn't mesh well with his temper. after he graduated, things only got worse, and he dumped me.

i was devastated, and i whined about the breakup to some of my close friends, including a poster i'd had a crush on for over a year but considered way out of reach. he warned me that if i kept whining about being lonely, he'd "have to" flirt with me. as luck would have it, he was going to be in my city the next week. we planned to hook up, although i warned him that i wouldn't have sex with him, since i didn't want to "ruin myself" for my ex were he to change his mind. when he came down, we hooked up and it was shocking how well we meshed, almost from the first second he touched me. i figured he was just REALLY GOOD at stuff; he figured the same about me. maybe one or both of us was right, but intense (one-of-a-kind?) chemistry must have played a part. we fell asleep together.

the next day he went home and didn't contact me. when i reached out, he was cold. i thought he was mad we hadn't fucked. turns out he was mad i'd disrespected him by whining about my ex so much while with him. we fought; i told him he should have expected it.

somehow, in the next week, we not only made up but fell for each other deeply. one night we stayed up talking, and as i was about to go to sleep at about 8 in the morning he joked that i could "sleep on the train". i couldn't resist. i got on the commuter rail to boston. we had sex twice; he came in me, looking into my eyes. i can't even think about it now without being overcome.

we had sex another four times in the next two weeks. we were amazing together, like we were built for each other. i told my ex, whom in retrospect i wasn't quite over, to make him jealous. he went crazy for a week - you probably remember the threads - and got over it as quickly as he'd snapped into it. he was going to be near my hometown the next weekend; coincidentally, i was going to be home for my sister's graduation party. we arranged to meet up so he could give me some of my stuff he still had.

it had only been two weeks with the current guy but we were so, so emotionally invested. he didn't want to make it official and was still considering seeing other girls on the side, but we were committed. and i promised. i promised i promised

i fucked up - there is no justification, and the closest thing to an explanation is that i am a disgusting whore who doesn't think before she acts, has no self-esteem or self-control, and will do anything to feel attractive and please the person in front of her.

time stopped. i deserve and want to die. nothing will ever be ok again.

cliffs: progression from slut under wraps to full-blown awful deceitful whore who will never (deserve to) be loved or respected

typed on phone during boring cashieriing shift

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16524167)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16524841)

You are incredibly self-absorbed. And no one is buying your "Waaaaah I'm soooo insecure and unworthy" shit. Those who truly feel unworthy and insecure don't pen diatribes about every thought and feeling they ever considered having because they, feeling unworthy, rightly assume no one would want to read it. Not you, though. It is just. All. About. You.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16526175)

That is, unless we stopped paying attention to her. That would work too. But we know that's never going to happen.

*poasts screenshot of my big toe*

*tee hee*

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16526239)

she's not a terrible person; just ill. i feel sorry for her.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16527931)

she's a dumb slore with a high iq who uses hysterical guilt feelings as a way to avoid taking real responsibility for her bad decision

ie a self-broken trainwreck with truly amazing powers of rationalization. her academic history also shows this, of course

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16529290)

the logorrhea and overanalysis occlude self-knowledge.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16525665)

I guess it's been done (I Am Charlotte Simmons and the sex-and-the-ivy blog)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16525976)

also brown doesn't really count as an ivy

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16526094)

she's just really angsty and acting out, which isn't THAT unusual for a 19 year old. she doesn't need more counseling, she just needs to grow up a bit.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16526443)

i don't think i'm special in any way - all girls are pretty messed up

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16526492)

he's visited me three times since it happened and we've had indescribably good sex - in fact, things are generally really good when we're physically together. but when we're apart we keep falling into destructive cycles of hurting each other and ourselves.

i really really hope he's happy right now :) even if that entails fucking hot girls...

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16527694)

Get over yourself.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#16529365)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#17035341)

Those women tend to turn out less psycho

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1476622&forum_id=2#17035342)