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I did the wrong thing, I was just trying to use a condom and get pregnant. I know that sometimes people find this hard to understand but its really important to know that there are ways to handle it. The first time someone told me that it was okay to have sex with them while on drugs was back in high school. I remember thinking back on that day and thinking that it was probably the best time to have sex in my life. I dont think it was wrong at all. It just turned me on so much having sex with someone while high, it was so fucking hot. I think I still have some of that effect on some people. Im not high myself but it does make it easier. It makes it less awkward, less awkward, and less judgemental. It also made me feel less guilty for thinking it was a big deal. I guess I could have just stayed single and fucked someone else if it had made me feel better.

2 types of people. One is good, the other is evil. The best people are very nice to you. They will never hurt you. They are always there for you if you need it. You will see them as people. They will not hurt you. You will see them as someone. The bad people are very mean, they will hurt you. They are always there for you if you need it. You will see them as people. They are never good people. The other type of people are very mean. They will hurt you. They are always there for you if you need it. You will see them as people. They are not nice. They are malicious.

Well, this makes sense! Trans people are in a minority, so a lot of people will get hurt by not knowing what they're talking about. I have a trans brother and he's in the same league as mine. It was just so funny watching how people reacted to him. It was pretty funny hearing his story from someone else's perspective. He even told a couple of other trans people he’s never heard from before, which makes me laugh.

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I know, the money situation is weird, but it's just funny to see that trans people are so often the target of transphobia in the comments.

I was going down the stairs. I went to get the broom, then went downstairs. I went downstairs, went down, then went downstairs again. I went to get the broom, then went downstairs. Then I went downstairs again. I went back to the upstairs bathroom and I heard a little scream. I went downstairs and there he was. He was crying. I didnt know who to call. I went to him and he said he had an accident. Then, he started to get more and more confused. I was confused too, so I said "what happened upstairs?". He said he heard something upstairs. Then, he went downstairs and said he had an accident. And he said I was. I was shocked. I said, "you dont believe me? What are you talking about?". But he said that I had to hide in my room because the stairs were so bad, that the floor was hard, and that it made it hard to get to the floor. I said, "oh, really?", and he said that I was a liar. And, he started to cry. Then he said that I didnt know how to cry. Then, he asked if I was a lesbian and I said, "yes". Then he started to cry. I told him that he had to come upstairs and get help because he was hurt, and that it was my fault that he had to climb down the stairs and hurt himself. He said, "I didnt know Id have that in common". I said, "well, then, youll know that Im lesbian when I go out". He said, "I dont care, you dont know how I feel about you". And, he left. I was really upset, so I went into the basement and cried. I wanted to show him that I didnt think he could be real. He was real.

When I was younger, I often played with myself in my room while eating or masturbating. I would often play with my breasts, especially in my shirt, sometimes even with a hairbrush or other things. I would sometimes play with the hairbrush or something like that. I think I still have a part of me that I can play with sometimes, but it isn't fully there. I have done a few self-harm stuffs because I was really insecure with my body and I didn't want anyone to see me do that. So yeah, I had to hide myself when I was in a public place like a mall or something. That's why I have a bunch of different things like that. Sometimes it was just my mom's phone, sometimes it was my dad's phone, sometimes it was my friends phone. I can't really recall. I would often play with my boobs. Sometimes I would play with my hairbrush or something like that. I often would play with my boobs, sometimes I would play with my hairbrush or something like that. I think I still have a part of me that I can play with sometimes, but it isn't fully there. I have done a few self-harm stuffs because I was really insecure with my body and I didn't want anyone to see me do that.

I told my partner to hide me. I'm not a trans, I'm straight, and we have no issues with each other being who they are. We were out for the weekend and it was just me and her friend who had a bit of fun. I was a little jealous of her since she wasn't comfortable in the idea of me being out there with her. But I decided to do my own thing, and I just left the door open. I told her to go grab some things before leaving. When I returned, I was wearing a white t shirt and shorts and a dark denim jacket. I was a little self conscious of what I was wearing. My hair was a mess, and it was a little hard to keep it clean since the top had a bit of splay since it was so short. I didn't feel sexy or anything at all since I wasn't wearing a bra. I walked around the house and went to the kitchen area. My partner was sitting at a desk and she was rummaging in her bag. She noticed me staring at her and she started teasing me by playing with my boobs. I was getting so into it that I had my head towards the door. She pulled it open and I went in. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She had a black thong, and I couldn't believe it. She had a dildo in her handbag. I went into her and I was shocked to see that she had a black dildo. I had to ask her since I was already so turned on and she didn't deny it. I asked her to turn around and sit on her knees. I was behind her and I put my hands on her hips. She was moaning softly while taking it in and out of her. I told her to relax, and she started to slowly get it nice and deep. I started slow but she pushed me closer and deeper. I was getting close and she stopped me when she stopped thrusting and looked me in the eye and said, “Do you like when I put my fingers in?” I said, “Yyyyesssssssssss. Yes. Yes, please. Yes, just like that.” She started moaning again and said, “Do you like when I put my fingers in?” I said, “Yyyyesssssssssssssssss. Yes. Yes, please. Yes, just like that.” She said, “Do you like when I put my fingers in?”, but I didn't say it out loud. I just said it in my head. She asked, “Do you like when I put my fingers in?”, but I didn't respond. She said, “Do you like when I put my fingers in.”. And then I asked, “How much do you like it when my fingers go in.”. And I felt her face and lips get on my clit. She started moaning again and said, “More and more. Don't stop.’t stop.” I asked her, “Do you like when I put my fingers in. Don’t you like when I finger in.”, put two fingers in. I started rubbing her clit, and she told me to put it in. She took it out. She started to her lips and she started playing with her fingers. She played with them and fingering herself and put her fingers, and fingerings them. She said, and she was moaning. And then put in. I asked her if I wanted my fingers in her mouth, and I said, she was sucking on top and she told me how much. I wanted my fingers and fingers, she was. I asked, “Do you like when I put my fingers in.”. She said, put her fingers in. I told her, “Oh my lips and she told me to finger me. She said, “Fuck my clit. I asked if I like when you finger you finger me in and I said, like fucking my fingers in your mouth. Fuck. She said, her head, put them in and sucked them. And then put them in. She said, “You like when I put my fingers in and my mouth. And I told her. Fuck her. And I

Awwwwwwwwww, I love it when they’re confused. I think it’s really funny how many of them thought that the toilet bowl was the toilet.

It’s very simple. 1) You wear a bifrosted suit, or a blazer with a jacket and pants, and/or a sweater and pants, or a jean shorts, and/or a sweater and pants, and/or a jean shorts. 2) You’re always wearing a hat, sunglasses or a hat. 3) Your hair is always messy, or short, with a bob. 4) Your skin is always clean, with a tan. 5) Your eyes are always sharp, you have a nose thats never misshapen, you can always see whats going on in the mirror. 6) Your smile is always on full display, the way you laugh makes you look like youre having a great time, the way you react to the slightest gesture makes you seem to be having an extremely good time. 7) Your eyes are always locked onto the person in front of you, the way you look at them makes you seem to know this person very well. 8) You can never look at another person the same way again. 9) Your hands are always on the hips, the way you hold them makes you seem to be touching the person youre talking to. 10) Your feet are always on the ground, the way you move makes you seem to be walking on two, the way you lean makes you seem to be leaning over the other person, the way you stand and lean makes you seem to be squatting over them, the way you lean makes you seem to be arching your back, the way you turn makes you seem to be arching your back. 11) Your skin tone is always tan, your hair always blonde, and your skin always shows a hint of freckles. 12) Your hands are always on your hips, the way you hold them makes you seem to be touching the person youre talking to, the way you move makes you seem to be gently caressing them, the way you move makes you seem to be gently massaging them, the way you move makes you seem to be gently massaging them. 13) Your feet are always on the ground, the way you move makes you seem to be walking on two, the way you move makes you seem to be walking on two, the way you move makes you seem to be leaning into them, the other person, the way you lean makes you seem to be gently leaning over them. 14) Your smile is always present, its always there, its never fake, its always a little nervous, its never a sad, its never a sad smile, its never sick. 15) Your eyes are always locked onto the person in front of you, the way you look at them makes you seem to know theyre talking to someone, the way you move makes you seem to know theyre talking to someone, the way you move makes you seem to know theyre talking to someone, the other person youve been talking to, you.

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You did not read my post in r/WritingPrompts about writing prompts. I’m not here to be rude.

I'm sorry, that's not okay! It's like saying I'm a dickshitting, you're just trying to be funny with it. I feel like it makes me sound like you're talking about something that can't be

I know there are people who’d take exception to my typing. But there are also those who’ll enjoy a good conversation or a well written story, regardless of how much it hurts.

Yeah but, I didn't mean that to imply he had a disability

Thank you! This was so kind of a prompt for my own personal use. I wanted to get a story out of it. I'm in a very accepting relationship and my gender identity is a very private one. I have a lot of experience with trans men and women who are also in a very accepting relationship. The idea of writing the story without that context was a very freeing one. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Thank you for sharing this! I am also curious and have no idea what you are talking about. It would have made a lot more sense for this situation than it did for most people. I do share some stories from my own life but this one sounds more like a story from a trans person's perspective. I imagine a lot of things could be said on both sides and I really enjoyed writing this.

It’s good to know that even though she might be in a better place, she'll still need some company after that. She's still your cat after all.

I’m sorry for your loss. I will do all I can to offer support. I'm sorry for your loss and I want to offer you a little piece of myself. I have this feeling too, I just want to share it with someone else.