Dreams and Wishes..
What are your dreams? What are your wishes for the future? Share them all here!
What are your dreams? What are your wishes for the future? Share them all here!
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— Dreams and Wishes —I have inclinations to torture and kill. Musings, occasionally, of cannibalism and rape, but only negligibly. Not so with the aforementioned; they are not nearly negligible. Nothing really incites them; not anger, not revenge, not sadness. I can be looking at a book and spot a slash of pen on the corner and a thought of 'murder' and excitement will flash through my mind, then be gone as quickly as it comes.
It's not even an inclination, even. It's almost an impression. A feeling. Not words or images or plans (though I do think about those), for the most part, just a sort of vague cloud and influence. A macabre fascination with bones, blood, muscles, and skin; a fascination with pain, disease, and death.
I have done slight research into criminology, psychology, murder, and serial killers in an attempt to sort of understand it. It doesn't really help all that much. I do find myself sympathizing with or understanding the perpetrators, not just the victims.
I am intelligent enough to know the enormity of the risks and all necessarily involved processes. I am also smart enough to be able to avoid detection for a long time, but to know that I would eventually get caught if I kept it up. I have the urges, inclinations, intelligence and ability to become a highly successful serial killer, and currently the restraint and realism to not to. I don't think I'd feel bad about it. I don't feel bad about how I am, after all. This post, exposing my inclinations, does not make me feel anything, although confessions are reputed to evoke remorse, guilt and relief.
I am only 18, on my way to college with no idea what to major in. I have been pressured to go into medicine, and find forensics, infectious disease, toxicology, psychology, and history alluring, so I have a wide range of topics of interest to focus in. Therefore, I could, potentially, be in a number of fields where you most likely would not like one enticed by the habits of serial killers to be in. #9678 — Comments (3) — 3/2/2011 at 6:32 PM — That's Juicy! (8) — That's Lame. (1) -
— Dreams and Wishes —I'm a Neurologist, and am ok with my job, but it's never what I wanted.
Ever since I was very young, I had wanted to be a detective. Something about the intrigue, the poking around for not only the correct pieces, but where they fit, and the challenge of pitting my mind against another's, fascinated me.
I have been too afraid to pursue it, though. Not of the threat of injury or death, but of my potential. I have always been a bit criminally minded I worry that knowing how the system works, it's ins and outs, and what has and hasn't worked with others, would prove too tempting to test my theories as to how to subvert it- more out of an almost proud curiosity.
There is something I am even more apprehensive of, though. I fear that at some point, I would have to fight or shoot to protect myself or someone else. I worry that I might hurt someone, and like it. I fear that I may end up killing someone, and discover I enjoy doing so. #9632 — Comments (1) — 2/12/2011 at 11:53 AM — That's Juicy! (6) — That's Lame. (2) -
— Dreams and Wishes —I watch the television show "Intervention" religiously. I cry at the end of each episode. This isn't because I feel happy for the person in the episode; it's because I wish there was someone in my life who cared enough about the fact that I'm drinking myself to death to try to stop me because I can't stop. #9630 — Comments (2) — 2/11/2011 at 3:37 AM — That's Juicy! (4) — That's Lame. (0)
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— Dreams and Wishes —a friend from work invited me to his farm. they raise horses. that weekend they were going to mate a mare to a neighbor's stallion. they brought the mare out, who was in heat, and held her briddle. they brought the stallion out and took him to smell her rear to exite him. this hand also massaged him below.
when he got exited this huge, and i mean huge, dick came out. one thing is pictures and another thing is right there in your face. it was so exiting seeing that huge thing. they brought him up to the mare and moved her tail aside, and he vulva looked so big too. it was like looking at a girl bending over from behind, only much bigger.
they brought the stallion around until he mounted up on her and he put his huge dick in her vulva. watching that huge thing go in and the mare being able to take it was the most exiting thing i've seen. i know, i was fascinated watching. i watched while he mated (fucked her) and how she just stood there and took it all in. it was amazing. when he was done, they backed him off and his whole dick hung there for a minute like a big huge fireman's hose.
that night, i just thought about that huge dick, and wondered what it would be like to be that mare and get fucked by it. i got on all fours and looked at my ass in the mirror and i could see the same pussy as hers, except smaller. i masturbated so hard imagining that stallion fucking me. god it was great. i don't think i had ever rubbed my clit so hard.
on the way back to town in kept thinking about how females in nature get mounted by the males and so totally possessed. it makes me wonder why we want to get fucked face first. sometime in the distant past, when a man wanted to fuck a woman he mounted her from the rear just like that mare. i'd just love just once, to be taken to a huge male and given to him to mount. to be mounted like the female that i am. sort of a fantasy, but to have someone breed you like that, wow. #9606 — Comments (1) — 2/3/2011 at 2:40 AM — That's Juicy! (8) — That's Lame. (1) -
— Dreams and Wishes —I have the urge to kill.
It waxes and wanes, swelling up and ebbing away until I no longer fee it, but know it is still there. Oftentimes, it seeps forward from the back of my mind and chest, like black smoke, and I do not notice it until it is too late.
Sometimes, it is a longing for the smug satisfaction of a subtle poisoning. Others, it is the grotesque fascination of a longing to feel death in my hands, to cut up and explore through vivisection and such. The inevitable messiness is highly repulsive, but the allure is oddly gravitating.
When I do note it coming on, before it overwhelms the feeling of âuh ohâ and dread or dismissal with anticipation and urge, I try to push it back, to distract myself with something, anything. Math problems, random songs, funny moments, whatever. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Mostly, though, I don't notice it coming forward until it is too in control for me to care.
I do not think that the urge will lead to action, but when the impulse ebbs, it leaves a sense of dread about the feeling. When it is in full force, I couldn't care less. Right now, it is at a lull, and so I am able to feel bad or worried about it, instead of mild excitement, like sometimes when it is in the forefront.
Or worse, instead of feeling absolute nothing. #9578 — Comments (2) — 1/26/2011 at 3:17 PM — That's Juicy! (3) — That's Lame. (2) -
— Dreams and Wishes —I dream of Jeannie, well of my Jeannie, who works with me. She is sooo good looking, she is sooo nice. I only wish she would see me.
I know I am not as good looking as she is, I know that I am really boyish in my appearance, I know that she really likes more full figured girls, but I can't help wanting her or loving her.
I know that is she gave me a chance I would show her how much I love her and how I could make love with her. Maybe she could like a slender girl, with small boobs, athletic, short hair. I will never be rubinesque.
Oh how I love her.
#9573 — Comments (0) — 1/25/2011 at 10:15 AM — That's Juicy! (1) — That's Lame. (0) -
— Dreams and Wishes —I firmly believe that the following are the only things keeping me from being a serial killer:
1. All methods of execution are messy, even poison. The interesting ones, such as vivisection, are doubly so. Eh. Too messy.
2. I might get caught (DEEP SHIT).
3. I don't want to damage innocent lives, like the families of the victims or the people who have no idea how fucked up I am
4. I'm totally lazy sometimes.
Really, No. 1 is the only unavoidable one. So, yeah. Rest assured, I'm not gonna do anything. Sometimes I want to out of curiosity or random impulse, but usually not. So, no worries. #9572 — Comments (0) — 1/24/2011 at 9:48 PM — That's Juicy! (3) — That's Lame. (2) -
— Dreams and Wishes —My roommate and I have known each other for 6 years, since going to a christian college together. She's my best friend. We know everything about each other. She's going through some complications with her boyfriend of 5 years, still a virgin and as far as I know, never put serious thought to being with a female. Myself on the other hand have been with several men, and once did a 3some with a friend and her husband for his birthday. My roommate and I have now purchased a house together and joke about being with each other for life, and our future husbands will just learn to live with each other too. Others joke about her and I being a couple. More and more I watch her with longing eyes. She's beautiful, curvy in the right places, the lead in our friendship (which I like), and I trust her. She is after all my best friend. I want to touch her, hold her, have her hold me. I want to kiss her lips grab her butt and hold her close. If I've had a bad day at work and tell her I need a hug when I come home, its late and often she's already prepared for bed, and taken off her bra. She "warns" me... I dont have a bra on... but I don't care, they feel so good. I don't know that I'd consider myself bi or lesbian... all I know is that I love my best friend, and I've exhausted every typical way of showing it. I want to go farther. I wish I could love my best friend in a deeper way, but she would never accept that, and I treasure her too much to ever let her know this. I want to be with my best friend, but I can't. #9545 — Comments (0) — 1/19/2011 at 10:54 PM — That's Juicy! (3) — That's Lame. (0)
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— Dreams and Wishes —I love having my tits sucked. Love having them licked, nibbled on, pulled, pinched. They get long when erect and it's so hot to see and feel the tip of my nipple between a guy's lips. Two dreams: having both my tits sucked on by two guys at the same time and having my nipples 'tortured'. Bound up, squeezed, stretched, flicked.
#9536 — Comments (1) — 1/17/2011 at 6:54 AM — That's Juicy! (8) — That's Lame. (1) -
— Dreams and Wishes —Im an 18 year old female that loves men...many men and yet im a fucking virgin
as soon as i see a guy that intrests me in either personality or looks department i have fantasies all day long about them. I wish that one day a whole bunch of them would just gang rape me. Currently i have one 'favorite' that is a close friend of mine that ussually comes to me to talk or for relationship advice (he's also super cute) that is dating another close friend of mine (which drives me insanly mad with jelousy)
men piss me off,they don't even look my way since im too shy.( i cant flirt worth shit) im not ugly, i mean, I know im no skinny blonde chick with huge boobs but im curvy with a nice ass and decent boobs, and to say the least and i have vasts knowledge on how to please a guy. Unfortunatly no one knows or belives me on this since im a known virgin.
im so tired of being a virgin sometimes that i just want to get a dildo and take it myself, the problem being is that im afraid that itll hurt and since i dont know what an orgasm feels like i dont see the point in publicaly humiliating myself in buying a dildo or feeling the panic that someone i know will catch me touching myself. #9532 — Comments (3) — 1/15/2011 at 2:14 AM — That's Juicy! (4) — That's Lame. (1)