During our second semester exams, one girl in my department was caught with a phone.
The invigilator collected her script and asked her to leave the hall immediately.
She kept insisting,
"Please check the phone first. It's not what you think."
Nobody listened.
She returned to school the next semester.
Quieter than before.
Most people never apologized for the things they said.
Some stories travel fast.
The truth usually arrives later.
During our second semester exams, one girl in my department was caught with a phone.
The invigilator collected her script and asked her to leave the hall immediately.
She kept insisting,
"Please check the phone first. It's not what you think."
Nobody listened.
She brought the phone because she was afraid of missing the call.4/ The lecturer who accused her publicly apologized in front of the class.
But the apology didn't spread as fast as the accusation.
By then, almost everyone had already made up their mind about her.
Let me tell you something.
People ABSOLUTELY treat a woman differently based on her body. I know this from personal experience. I've been all the sizes in my adult life from 4 to 24.
Yesterday, in the Costco parking lot, after I had loaded my groceries in my car, a young man took my cart saying "I'll return that for you." I thanked him as he stacked it into his own cart and pushed them both back to the store. I have no doubt this was the act of a kind and thoughtful man. But I am also sure this…⬇️
I fucked my best friends mom the same day I fucked her
For one it's always been my dream to fuck a milf and I finally achieved that. This is an old story but one that still gets me horny and proud to tell.
All 3 of us used to work at the same job( me and her mom worked there first) and so that's how I got to know her. I(27m at the time) had met her(42f) only once and oh my God was she so fucking attractive. Pretty face, thick thighs and a juicy ass( fatter than my friends and even she has a fat ass herself).
So when I started talking to her at work I already had it in my head that I had to put this dick in her. We talked for a few weeks before I got her number and started flirting with her and the idea of sex.
A courier delivered a package to my house one Tuesday morning. My name and address were printed clearly on the label, but I hadn't ordered anything.
Curious, I opened it. Inside was a brand-new laptop, three expensive phones and an envelope containing $18,000 in cash.
I immediately called the courier company. When I gave the woman the tracking number, she went silent.
“Sir, please don't touch anything else.”
“Why? What's wrong?”
Instead of answering, she asked, “Are you alone?”
I looked around my living room. “Yes.”
“Then lock your doors.”
The call ended.
People are quick to say, "You shouldn't expect anything from anyone." But there's a difference between expecting repayment and expecting basic appreciation from someone you once helped.
Until you've sacrificed for someone who later acts like you never existed, you may never understand why some people feel hurt when they're forgotten.
My first anal experience
Sooo i was doing what i do often and swiping on tinder when mostly right lol. I got a match with this one pretty cute and innocent looking guy.
Christopher Nolan’s *The Odyssey* is shaping up to be one of the most expensive and star-studded movies ever made
From Matt Damon as Odysseus to Zendaya, Tom Holland, Anne Hathaway, and Robert Pattinson here are the actors, their characters, and their expected payment for the Job well done.
Which casting surprised you the most?
Every Saturday night.
My mum walked through the house with a small bottle of oil.
She touched every door.
Every forehead.
Every school bag.
I used to roll my eyes.
My siblings laughed too.
We called her dramatic.
Years later, I got married.
Had my first son.
One night.
He developed a strange fever.
The doctors said to monitor him till morning.
Sleep refused to come.
Without thinking.
I reached for the olive oil in the kitchen.
I prayed over his head.
His pillow.
His room.
Every window.
Then I froze.
I had become my mother.
The same woman I once mocked.
The next morning my son smiled, asked for breakfast, and started playing again.
I sat on the floor and cried.
Not because of the fever.
But because I finally understood.
Some prayers only make sense after life introduces you to fear.
The habits we laughed at...
Were the very things keeping our mothers standing.