He just got home from a long days work to find his loving wife, Anzu, made dinner for him. Köksal is pleased at first, until he finds out she made meatloaf, again. They had this last night, the man of the house can't survive off of fucking leftovers can he? Köksal Baba, prone to outbursts of violence, grabs the knife off the table and charges for Anzu. She uses her longer arms to shove him to the ground before he can do any damage, then she sits on his upper chest to subdue him to prevent him from making any further attacks. He squirms about trying to get free, but it is futile. All he does is rub his long, beak like nose against Anzu's clit. She was wearing a skirt that day, so Köksal's nose had almost direct access to her pussy. Anzu is on the verge of orgasm at this point, if only he was this good with his cock! She keeps creeping forward, until her pussy is on his mouth and the base of his nose is in contact with her clitoris. The smell of Anzu's moist pussy has Köksal extremely hard right now. He's so excited shoots his warm semen all over Anzu's back. She's taken aback, what a naughty boy! She didn't give him permission to cum yet! Now she gyrates her hips back and forth even harder to punish him for what he did. She only relents when it becomes clear that he's drowning in her juices. She gets up, puts one foot in his chest so he can't get up, reminds him of what a bad boy he's been, spits in his face, and then leaves. He just lays there, mesmerized by Anzu's hips swaying back and forth as she walks away to the bedroom. She gets in the shower, eager to get his disgusting cum off her back. Her pussy is still tingling, she's NEVER been eaten out this good ever before, and the warm water from the shower feels so good she almost had yet another orgasm.
fighting for turkish freedom
theres actually a place in canada named after a tiny village near where i used to live
the one in canada has 1000 people, while the village has like 500
small world innit
>make a detail post in /adv/ before going to bed
>only one offers tired generic advice
The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people noticing things, paying attention
Too embarrassing. Basically was just about being a NEET and how to pull myself out of it despite constantly feeling like I can't. Social anxiety and depression related. Not sure about my goals, how to set achievable steps, ect.
Somewhat true, somewhat narrow.
An American gf is required right now
Umm she's Danish so she can't be white trash
You're just mad cause you know you would never stand a chance with her
>Mr Herrmann said authorities were looking into reports that the attacker had yelled out "an exclamation". Some witnesses quoted by German media said they had heard him shout "Allahu akbar" ("God is great") during the attack.
really makes you think
We must remove the parasite to allow the land to breathe
This is my country, and it belongs to me
M8 /adv/ is literally a bunch of teenage girls whining about how they got pumped and dumped by Chad instead of wifed up by him
You'll get much better advice here especially during these hours
Just linked it but yeah basically the same, although I haven't actually been looking for awhile because I just feel defeated in a sense. Looking for a job is a horrible process, especially as a someone with little experience.
well ye can have a read, I won't copy and paste that here.
Currently waking up in the afternoons and going to bed in the morning. When I get back to a more proper sleeping pattern I was thinking about trying PokemonGO as an incentive to get out at first.
Was making real progress in my ballbuster's anonymous support group but I had a moment of weakness on the way home from work today and I'm fucking ashamed. I was desperate for a piss, so managed to manouver my cock and bollocks out of my trousers and started to go in a 330ml bottle of coke I had lying around in the footwell. However, the bottle starts filling up too quick. Luckily I managed to pull into a layby quickly and jumped out the car, slamming the door shut. Well, in my haste I managed to trap the twins in the door. It was total, euphoric agony.
As I pissed myself in ecstasy and pain I thought back to the words of my priest and case worker, but my animalistic instincts took over, I went into a frenzy. I began slamming the door over and over again, hoping to rekindle the flame in my heart that gave life to my love for having my giblets pulverised. It wasn't enough.
At this point I'm desperate, when I suddenly realise where I am, right next to one of the busiest motorways in the UK, the M6. I popped a stiffy at the thought and waited for a gap in the traffic to cast my family jewels out onto the tarmac. Thankfully years of voluntary work as a sous-chef in return for unlimited access to their pestle & mortar and rolling pins has made my scrot incredibly malleable and elastic, spreading it across the road was no trouble.
After my nutsack had taken a sufficient pounding from the late night trucker crowd I spotted some leakage, mainly from where the staples that were previously holding my boys together had come lose, I didn't think this was a big issue until an OAP-filled minibus aquaplaned across my scrotal discharge and crashed into the side of the motorway. I managed to scrape what was left of my goolies off of the road and get away before the air ambulance arrived, I'm just hoping they can't lift any DNA off of the tyres. I'm pretty sure the M6 is still choc-a-block because of it. I'm fucking wired.
You haven't accomplished anything because you have no goals.
You made it through school because your parents made you go to school.
After you came off the railroad and had to forge your own path, you didn't know what to do and have been stuck there ever since.
Breaking your routine is going to be the hardest thing you'll have to do. Perhaps a change of scenery would help.
See about moving out and getting your own place. Or sharing a place with someone you know and trust. And taking the steps you'll need to make that happen.
If you need help, don't be afraid to ask for it. Anything is better than thinking 'maybe some day' and never doing it.
Even little things like shopping. Ask your mum to go with you until you're comfortable doing it alone.
I know some degree of normalcy or pride in your life is a far away goal now, but once the wheel starts turning, you'll be too busy getting shit done to notice how fast you're moving.
Used to be in the old days you'd put a ho under pimp arrest for wreckless eyeballing
desu everything you've said is centred solely around your social issues. that's essentially the focal point of your problem. you aren't lazy or aimless, you're petrified of any sort of social expectation no matter how small and insignificant it actually is. there's some saying that says "dress like the person you want to be in 5 years". i don't know if you literally want to do that, but live like you have purpose before you find purpose. sleeping all day and staying awake all night is fucking awful - i've done it and i hated it. sort the small things out. the sleeping pattern for starters. then like you said, you can use pokemongo or whatever. just get out of the house. throw yourself in the deep end and really just try to experience things. pokemongo is apparently pretty social and everyones really nice so just go into the city or whatever and walk around and meet people (apparently every city's botantical gardens are good).
as dumb as this sounds, put that shit in your past behind you. it's done. stop living like you need to make up for it. it's over, it's not coming back so don't feel like you have to make up for it somehow and create anxiety for yourself when you can't.
we are blessed in this day and age to basically try as many careers and jobs as we want. this is a new thing; luxury for some and stress for others. if all else fails, join the army. the army is a brilliant way of hammering ambition and drive into people who can't find theirs. you get exposed to so many things in forms of trades, experiences and interactions that you will reach the end of your contract and have a good idea what you like and what you don't.
the army is obviously a long-term goal. sort yourself out first or you'll get cat 4'd for social issues. break your routine. fuck your routine. fake it til you make it m8, that's how everyone else does it.
You're right about the social issues. The thing about the anxiety is it's almost entirely centred around the feelings of inadequacy, which manifests in even the smallest interactions like you've said. This is where the 'gap' in my past comes in to play, this gap has left me with inexperience (that I know can only be overcome by pushing my limits) but more significantly a heap of time where I don't really have anything to talk about. It's not that I don't want to put it behind me, but I find it hinders being able to connect with people in the present and there doesn't seem to be a socially acceptable way to 'explain' that to people. Upon reflection within the last couple of years I have gained some things to talk about and have had some experiences, but I can't shake feeling behind everyone else, which like I mentioned in the advice post has caused me to distance and avoid people.
Typing this out now though I think it's therapeutic. I'm recognising that the problem is mainly perpetuated by myself, and I do have the ability to overcome it. And yeah, fuck this routine I have. I definitely need to work on it. Dunno about the army.
Thanks for your thoughts man, appreciate it. This thread has done more for me than /adv/
It is pretty good desu. The feeling of the lips touching. The primal urges of sucking her tits. Squeezing her bum, your hands going everywhere. Asking each other where it feels good. When you finally get the kiss right anf the rythm. When her lip slowly overlaps yours vice verse. Touching her legs and her warm wet pussy. It can be one of the best things.
Janitor just warned me for a post I made 9 hours ago
just stop coming in here does anyone actually want posts removed etc in here? How many of the posts you remove were actually reported? get a fucking life
New snickers commercial on TV, what did they mean by this?
Well he can come in when we report the image
The only reason we come here is for gimmicks and banter and the janny bans us for it
fuck off to /b/ and ban nonces like you're paid to do
Axe Afghan attacker had ISIS Flag in his room. Now not even the German libtards can deny that they have been importing Terrorists.
We predicted rapes; they happened
We predicted ISIS; it's there
Wonder if this is enough to wake up Germany.
there are currently two thai women from tinder sleeping in the next room. netflixed and chilled but no fuck, they just fell asleep and asked me to drive them home at 7am. I just said o-okay and they are sleeping in my bed as I am typing this from the couch. now I know what being a cuck is like
Bit of advice lads, most women will dump you and their reason for it will be "we're too different". It means that either she thinks you're a loser, or that she has already started seeing another guy. Women lie more than men and they have higher standards then men, so don't be too upset about it, they've been conditioned to be cunts.
This is top Green Party functionary Renate Künast. After the Würzburg attack she tweeted "Why was the attacker killed by police?????"
one is, I already know that. I met the ladyboy on tinder and her roommate wanted to come along. totally blue balled and drove half an hour away to pick them up. livid that I allowed myself to get this cucked
>tfw have been desensitised to the cuntishness of females ever since the girl I was going to propose to cheated on me and showed no remorse about it
>Gosh Anon you're such a goy
Got to say lads, putting water and ice in this vacuum flask water bottle thing I got on prime day has been an excellent idea
Communism is an ideology of peace.
ah yes comrade, those countries were never communist, i forgot!
So which of these planks of the Communist Manifesto didn't the Soviet Union implement?