I was seeing the 15-year old little sister of one of my so-so friends. I wasnt close with the guy but he was definitely not all fine with me fucking her. Of course, her being a 15-year old girl i got her to agree to awful things. However, she did require me to wear a rubber. In a rush to fuck her little girl brains out i threw the rubber cover (i dont know what its called, english isnt my first language... hence me fucking 15 year old bitches in the first place) on the floor. Now this family had a third kid, he was 10 years old and he thought i was awesome. Of course he was right, i am indeed very awesome. So in the morning he came into her room to wake me up cause he wanted to play video games. He saw the rubber cover and took it. He ran down the stairs to the whole fucking family, and shouted "look what i found - THEYRE FUCKING!"

At this point the girl looked at me sad while i was getting dressed in a hurry cause she knew what was about to happen. I just looked back, waved, and said "well... see ya around" and then i fucking hurried out of there faster than light.

It may not sound that bad but trust me, it was. Our parents sorta knew each other and they really really didnt want to believe their daughter was being fucked silly by me... a 20 year old asshole.

One time when i was like 14 or some shit i put the big green proactive bottle up my ass (imma dude btw) anyways i had played around with my ass before so i wanted to know what it would feel like to have something dick sized in there and i didnt have a dildo (and i wasnt gonna use my moms) so i managed to work that fucking thing in there and some of the solution inside managed to get out into my asshole it was the worst pain ive ever felt in my life i dont know if i tore my asshole a little bit and it managed to get in the wound somehow but whatever happened i couldnt sit for three days it hurt so bad

I had a fuck buddy in high school. One day he came over when my parents were out so he wanted to get to business. I said I just wanted to suck and get sucked, but he wanted to fuck. The reason I didn't want to fuck was because I really had to take a shit. Anyway, we were sucking each other off. We moved to a 69, him on top of me. As we were sucking I felt him lift up my leg. He was going for my ass and I wanted to tell him no, but his cock was in my mouth. He shoved his finger in my ass and the combined force on him on top of me and him sticking his finger in my ass just opened the flood gate and I shit all over my bed.

We didn't fool around for three weeks.

when I was a little kid I was playing with these hot peppers my neighbor was growing; just smashing 'em, whatever, little kid shit. Anyway, I eventually went to go take a piss, not realizing that the pepper juice still on my hands would do anything.

MY DICK BURNED. FOR HOURS.

My grandma (who was babysitting me at the time) found me crying, stark naked in front of a rotating fan. I was trying to cool my dick off. Awkward.

When I was 13 I was doing my laundry and I was horny. I started to wank and thought "oh, I need some lube" Well I used some laundry detergent. Things when great. I blew a big load and went to the bathroom to wash my dick. I ran it under the water and it started to burn. The laundry detergent striped a layer of skin off my cock. My cock was sore for three days and I couldn't wank for almost a week.

To start this out I need to let you know I have a very thick penis. It is pretty long too, but most people are surprised at the thickness. Anyway, I was 16 and my then boyfriend wanted to lose his virginity and get fucked. We decided to let him sit on it so he would be in control. I was on my back and he lowered himself on my cock. He moved his foot and slipped. Falling impaling himself on my cock and crushing my balls.

I ended up tearing him. My cock was bend and sore but not too bad. We had to drive two hours to go to a far away hospital where we knew our parents wouldn't find out what happened.

When I was 13 or 14 I was curious about bestiality. I let my dock lick my dick and ass and I really liked it. I wanted to know what it would be like to get fucked. I let my dog mount me and he started to go to town, But it hurt, I tried to push him off but he latched on to me and bite my hand as a pushed him. Then when I thought things couldn't get any worst I felt it. My ass felt like it was being torn in two. He knotted me. For those of you that don't know the knot, is a thick part of the dogs dick that is used to attack it to its bitch. I was stuck to him. He demounted me, but we were still stuck together. He started to walk and I hand to follow him, on my hands and knees, naked walking backwards. Needless to say, I never tried or wanted to try bestiality again.

It was 2000,

I was in middle school, there was this girl I used to like, she was exactly 1 year older than me, but It never bothered me, anyway since I have always been shy I could never approach her, so what I did, was making prank calls at her house almost every day, I just felt good talking to her, but eventually the school psychiatrist knew what I was doing and he was asking me all kind of questions and he even called the police and my parents were there too, In the end I got expelled from that school because the girl's grandmother had a heart attack because of the constant prank calls I did.

One month later I occasionally met her in the mall, I apologized and we talked for a while turns out that she loved me, and that things could have worked out better If I had used a different approach.

Since then I became asexual, nothing about girls seems appealing to me anymore.

The worst day of my life was probably the day my Grandfather died. He had been hospitalized due to a nasty fall and later developed some complications, ranging from flu-like symptoms to near-kidney failure. He was one of my favorite relatives, as he always seemed so charming and witty, always knowing the right words to say. Anyway, he gets better and starts living at home with Grandma again (they both live only a few blocks from our old house.)

Anyway, fast forward to a few months later, my dad calls me, saying that my grandmother needs help with granddad, but she wasn't specific on the details. So, me and a then close friend drive over and find out what happened. Turns out that he had basically passed out in the bathroom and had been slumped over for about ten minutes. My friend goes to call 911 while I sit there holding him up against the wall, trying to give him some breathing room. When the paramedics finally arrived, I bolted out of there and just sat on the couch their, holding my head. I wasn't crying, I was just silent. So, we decide to head to the hospital with them, and my friend takes me and and my grandmother there in his van, while I just sat in the back, blankly staring at the ground.

A few minutes later, the lot of us (the rest of my close family had arrived shortly before) are sitting in the waiting room when the doctor calls us in, and I opt to stay behind with my friend in the lobby. He thought it would be best to get me out of there, so we drive to a fast food place and grab a bite, and while we're in the parking lot eating in his car, I just bawl my fucking eyes out for what seemed like half an hour. My mother calls me and tells us to head back to the house, and everyone is just sitting down around the kitchen. My mother walks up and asks me if I want to hear what happened, I tell her no, because it was pretty apparent to me.

So yeah, that day was pretty shitty on the whole.

My worst day ever was when my slightly racist funny grandma stopped breathing and was hospitalized.

See my granddad and her had nothing in common, she'd stay up all night and chain smoke in the dark and he'd stay up all day and watch soccer, football and never said more than 2 words or showed any emotion what so ever(he's British). they took care of each other. There was love but it was more like they just lived together and loved the routine.

Well when she stopped breathing she was put on a respirator to breath for her. She was listed as do not resuscitate but the doctors gave the family the option because she was not of sound mind or something.

The family was split into two. The religious side who wanted her to live and my side with my mom. Me and my mom cared for my nan and granddad. We visited them every week and were closer to them than the rest of the family who only saw her on Christmas and get togethers

We chose to pull the plug on the respirator and there was something like a 5% chance that she would start breathing on her own.

She didn't.

My grandma layed still and she didn't breath...I normally am very good with dealing with emotions. I'm an emotional rock but I cried that day when Grandpa ran up to her and shook her yelling "Breathe Annie breathe!"

I bawled. The next time I cried was at her funeral but it wasn't until mom squeezed my hand. Ever since then I visit my mom every 3 days for coffee. We've never been closer.

I've yet to cry since then. I know I will when grandpa dies.

I miss you grandma.

All of my worst days are involved with my father. My father was a pedophile, and molested my little sister (I found this out about a few weeks ago). We had always been suspicious, but didn't want to start a trial against him because we had no evidence (my little sister said nothing happened, probably just repressed it all and was in despair and whatnot).

He was also a drunk, and a very violent man who would randomly hit you for no apparent reason. He also had asperger's syndrome, so he couldn't say "I love you" or show any sort of affection.

So, basically, my father was a 6'0", mostly emotionless, pedophile drunk abuse machine. I hated him, still do. But now I pity him more. ANYWAYS.

On the day of my Jr. High Graduation he was going to bring some food for the dance. But since he was an idiot, he decided to bike about 20 miles to my school. Without a helmet. With a cooler full of food. (He was a big biking enthusiast and shit.)

He crosses an intersection while it was red, gets blind sided by some truck going 40 mph. We get the news, my mom tells me and goes "You don't care, do you?"
"Nope."

She doesn't seem to care, either. Anyways, we go to the hospital, and I see him laying there. Bloody fucking mess, he literally looks like a zombie, blood and cuts everywhere, MASSIVE fucking gash on his head, pale as month old shit. And as he's struggling to even fucking breathe, he whispers "Son.. I.. I love you."

I burst into fucking tears. Not because I'm happy, but because it hit me like a ton of bricks that I was actually happy that my father went through so much pain, and because I wasn't able to say "I love you too, Dad."

Also, that was the first time he had ever said anything nice to me, let alone "I love you."

I'm doing pretty good now, though. Kicked him outta the house when I was 16 and haven't seen him since. (I'm 19 now.)

Sixth or seventh grade I had a massive panic attack and almost wound up in a mental ward - thankfully my mother told the psych suggesting that to fuck off and fall of a cliff.

The panic attack was induced by depression medication because I had been having massive depression that year. The depression was bad but made worse by ADD medication. A year later I found out the ADD call was bullshit and that I should never have been taking that medication in the first place.

Also, in sixth grade, the day I found out that the few people I thought were my friends really weren't and I realized I had no friends. Holy fuck that was bad.

Another bad one, more recent. I did a full-on clean of my room, and went through my shit to throw some stuff out. Found all my middle school stuff, notebooks and the like, and went through it all. Reading it, I realized just how depressed and near-insane I was and cried a bit. Felt fucking terrible for about a week afterwards.

Also, this Christmas was pretty... not bad, just really really kinda shit. It was great in the morning, but at about 2 we went to my dad's to have dinner and have a bit of a family gathering. For the first time in months, even though he's been trying and trying to quit, he's stone-cold drunk. He was distant, barely there, and it felt terrible.

Another bad one related to dad - when I was in fourth grade. He was really, really drunk, and destroyed one of the bedrooms in the house. Almost got to the office, meaning to break the computer, when the police showed up. He was there overnight and came home the next morning. He was confused as to why the master bedroom was in tatters and why he was in jail overnight.

15 years ago, New Year's Eve.

Me, my Dad, and my little bro went out to dinner in Arlington, VA. We're walking home and my little bro dashes out into the cross walk without looking and got hit by a truck. He's been a vegetable for the last 15 years.

It was horrifying. I was only 8 at the time and he was about 5.

This really wasn't the worst day of my life seeing I can hardly remember it.
Me and my big sister who is three ears older than me were at my dad's place. Well, more like dad's girlfriend's place. He had no apartment of his own so he would always hook up with women and live with them.
We were watching cartoon network with my sister when we hear yelling from the living room. It's dad and his girlfriend fighting. The fight takes a nasty turn when my dad grabs her by her hair and smashes her face in to a wall. Eventually someone calls the police and we leave.

However, the only thing I remember is the blood on the wall and the kind police man who asked my name. When I answered him he said "oh, my wife has the same name", and showed me her picture from his wallet. She was sooo beautiful and I was proud of my name and hoped that one day I would be as pretty as her.

Backstory: There's a bar I frequent on Fridays usually with co workers. Well about 6 weeks ago we're hanging out, getting plastered and there's been this guy there who's been hitting on me for months. I get shitfaced and I let him drive me home. Well we're in the car and he's trying to feel me up and I don't want any of it. So I tell him I'll give him a BJ if he stops. So I'm sucking his dick and he cums, I swallow like a good girl but his cum just tasted nasty and I end up throwing up all over him. He's like "it's fine, it's cool" whatever. I stumble to my apartment and pass out.

So next Friday there he is at the bar but this time he has flowers for me... He thinks we're like a couple now. He gets mad when I refuse him and then very loudly he's all "well why did you suck my dick and then puke all over me!?" About everyone in the bar stops and looks at us. I take the flowers out of his hand and smack his face with them the loudly and drunkenly I said "because I felt sorry for you asshole!" which was kinda true but not anymore. He storms out with the entire bar laughing at him.

I haven't seen him at that bar or any of the others nearby since.

See the thing is, he's an attractive guy but he's just as dull as a rock. No personality what so ever.

November 24 2000.

I am a junior in high school, dealing with the normal bullshit of bullies, sluts and other things. When someone hits me. Now, the first day of school, they had a big assembly saying that you should not get in a fight or else you will be expelled from school, so I do the sensible thing and tell a security guard.

After this, I am sent to the principal. Instead of listening to both sides of the story, they dote on the poor "bullied" student who hit me for no reason. The idiot changes his story like 3 times, and they hang on every word, while I sit there and get in trouble for doing the right thing.

Eventually, I am ARRESTED, and expelled from school anyway, meaning I should've just fought back.

Because of this, I pretty much missed the remainder of my junior year, but luckily graduated on time with a diploma.

I get a phone call at work saying that my kid is sick, and I have to come home right away because he needs to go to the ER.

My car was dead, I had been taking the bus, but the bus wasn't due for another hour. A guy just getting off work offered me a ride home. He had only been there about two weeks but I figured he seemed cool, and I took it.

Twenty minutes later we were driving in the opposite direction of my apartment, out towards Blue Diamond (which is desert) he said he had a gun and was going to blow my head off if I didn't give him what he wanted.

Instead, I decided "fuck it, I'm either gonna be dragged off into the desert to die, or I'm going to die here" and I jumped out at a red light.

I took a gamble and it paid off, I did not get shot.
He sped off and not only did I lose my wallet, but I had to walk like, three fucking miles in the summer heat because nobody would stop and help me.

Obviously he never came back into work, probably went back to Mexico. My kid was fine (had the flu), but the babysitter bitched at me for not getting home soon enough.

Worst day of my life.

driving to work and getting a call from my brother to say he's found my mum dead (he could barely get the words out).. then being stuck in peak hour traffic driving right across the other side of town taking me an hour and a half, barely able to see from crying.

after arriving at my mum's house, speaking with my brother, dad (parents had been seperated for 10 years), cops & coroner etc I called relatives to tell them of the news.

never, ever wish to be in that position again. I've told my dad he's not allowed to die.

My ex was after a fat chick and I was still in love with him. he was my world. I had no one else.
for some reason everything fell around me, I had no hope then.
It's no big deal looking back, but my mind was seriously fucked up.

I stood in the middle of the room screaming and crying, begging god to do something.
My mum phoned the hospital, they refused to do anything if I wasn't trying to hurt or kill myself..I was in too much of a state.
I went to therapy (I was already having it prior to the situation) my therapist made me call him, I just broke into tears. this went on and on.
eventually he said we had some hope, i tried so hard for him, but cried when he said he wasnt ready. we had sex a lot but no relationship.
then when i asked him round for new year...he said he was with a friend. she was 15 and from the other side of the country. he was 22.

turns out he had been planning it for weeks, using me, lied about everything. then lied to her too. we started talking, he used to make fun of me in front of my friends and people i knew, to everyone he called me names and said he hated me.

my heart was so broken i dont know if it will be the same again. so much trust to be fucked up by some paedo.
after that i was used by every guy i fell for because i wasnt good enough.

he basically ruined my life :) i have someone else now, but i'm not the same as i was.

My dad died. He collapsed in the hall. I was upstairs in my room and I didn't dare go down. I heard the paramedic tell my mum they weren't going to be able to save him, my mum was like "..What?! NO! NO!" then my next door neighbours took my mum over to theirs while my two older brothers had to explain to the coroner and the like what happened. I could hear them both weeping.

Half an hour or so passed and no-one came to check on me (which kinda upset me) and I needed a piss so I went to the bathroom and on my way back out I looked down the stairs and saw my dad lying there with a sheet over him. I ran into my room and cried some more.

Eventually my oldest brother came up to see me, told me what happened, and hugged me. I was crying my eyes out. Then we were joined by my other brother and we both just sat there for 10 minutes, then we heard them get ready to bag him so we turned on the TV. I can't remember what was on.

My mum came home a while later and hugged me and shit, told me things were going to be OK, then we all went to bed at 9PM.

Life has been great since then, (happened September 06 when I was 17 and I'm 20 now) but the past few months have shown promise and I think I'm ready to finally move on and life my life again.