Bullies
My mum told me to stand up to bullies. So I did, and got wedgied every day for a month. I hated my boss.
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( , Wed 13 May 2009, 12:27)
My mum told me to stand up to bullies. So I did, and got wedgied every day for a month. I hated my boss.
Suggested by Mariam67
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 12:27)
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Slut!
I had a boyfriend who I loved dearly, when I was 13 . He was a really nice guy, as well as being very cute and popular. Well, one day his parents weren't home. He asked me to suck on his dick 'just for a few seconds'... if I really 'loved him'. The experiment lasted about twenty seconds. I got bored and he didn't ask me to finish. The next day at school was brutal. He had told his friends that I'd 'sucked him off' and by the afternoon everyone had heard it. From that day on he and I never spoke to each other and I was called a slut for the rest of the school year. I should have told everyone that his dick was about the size of my thumb, two inches long and he had not grown pubic hair yet....but I didn't. I wanted to hurt him in retaliation, tell him that his creepy father had tried to molest me on several occasions.... but I didn't. I could have ruined his father, who was a widely known and successful real estate agent....but I was afraid.
Those wounds festered for years but later when I was an adult, I'd occasionally run into someone from my grade 8 class. They seemed very happy to see me and stammered through their quick apologies, chalking it all up to their immaturity. I accepted all their apologies yet I sniggered inside at their discomfort.
I was in a fish & chip shop one day and who comes to my table to take my order? The worst girl in my class of all! Our uncomfortable recollection of each other turned into a great conversation. She asked if she could sit down with me to take her break. At this point I was at ease and so was she. We shared stories, laughed and vehemently cursed that guy's father. Then a funny thing happened. She leaned in close to me, looked deep into my eyes and told me she was so sorry for the hurt she caused me. Her apology felt genuine. I didn't snigger when she shared this: she became pregnant at 15 and never finished high school. When her break was over I left a generous tip. We smiled and waved at each other as I left. I think that was a good day for both of us.
(Apologies for lack of length, girth and pubic hair.)
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 23:33, 2 replies)
I had a boyfriend who I loved dearly, when I was 13 . He was a really nice guy, as well as being very cute and popular. Well, one day his parents weren't home. He asked me to suck on his dick 'just for a few seconds'... if I really 'loved him'. The experiment lasted about twenty seconds. I got bored and he didn't ask me to finish. The next day at school was brutal. He had told his friends that I'd 'sucked him off' and by the afternoon everyone had heard it. From that day on he and I never spoke to each other and I was called a slut for the rest of the school year. I should have told everyone that his dick was about the size of my thumb, two inches long and he had not grown pubic hair yet....but I didn't. I wanted to hurt him in retaliation, tell him that his creepy father had tried to molest me on several occasions.... but I didn't. I could have ruined his father, who was a widely known and successful real estate agent....but I was afraid.
Those wounds festered for years but later when I was an adult, I'd occasionally run into someone from my grade 8 class. They seemed very happy to see me and stammered through their quick apologies, chalking it all up to their immaturity. I accepted all their apologies yet I sniggered inside at their discomfort.
I was in a fish & chip shop one day and who comes to my table to take my order? The worst girl in my class of all! Our uncomfortable recollection of each other turned into a great conversation. She asked if she could sit down with me to take her break. At this point I was at ease and so was she. We shared stories, laughed and vehemently cursed that guy's father. Then a funny thing happened. She leaned in close to me, looked deep into my eyes and told me she was so sorry for the hurt she caused me. Her apology felt genuine. I didn't snigger when she shared this: she became pregnant at 15 and never finished high school. When her break was over I left a generous tip. We smiled and waved at each other as I left. I think that was a good day for both of us.
(Apologies for lack of length, girth and pubic hair.)
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 23:33, 2 replies)
good day
Yes, that day was as important to her, I think. She was so candid about herself. Laurie turned out to be a warm, friendly person. I wish her well.
( , Thu 14 May 2009, 17:06, closed)
Yes, that day was as important to her, I think. She was so candid about herself. Laurie turned out to be a warm, friendly person. I wish her well.
( , Thu 14 May 2009, 17:06, closed)
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