BGOL TRUE confessions
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It seems I'm a little late in finding this thread but nevertheless-
To the OP:
I'm sorry you had to find out about your niece like that. But maybe you found out like you did for a reason.
About getting caught on tape:
When I was in high school, (I know ya'll confessing and shit but I'm a good girl), it was our football teams duty to fuck the ninth graders or any chick while taping they ass sucking some dick. Now remind you they still doing this shit each year so by the time we seniors that's an arrest warrant waiting to happen. One of the main ringleaders I been cool with for years so he telling me bout who they had and how they tape- long story short dude gives me some advise: "If you with a nigga never look up". Said he laugh every time a chick look up at him from taking his jizz cause he waiting with a polaroid.
For all you protective men, (of the women in the family), there will always be something you don't want to know about them. But have an open mind if you see the signs...
Wish I could have caught one fam member. Heard rumors about her fucking with a rubber band and a ziploc bag for a condom. I go off to college and next thing I know people see her standing on the corner in a wig, a cut up shirt, a piece of cloth that would have been a skirt in the past, and hooker shoes. Got arrested for prostitution and swears to this day she never tricked.
To the OP:
I'm sorry you had to find out about your niece like that. But maybe you found out like you did for a reason.
About getting caught on tape:
When I was in high school, (I know ya'll confessing and shit but I'm a good girl), it was our football teams duty to fuck the ninth graders or any chick while taping they ass sucking some dick. Now remind you they still doing this shit each year so by the time we seniors that's an arrest warrant waiting to happen. One of the main ringleaders I been cool with for years so he telling me bout who they had and how they tape- long story short dude gives me some advise: "If you with a nigga never look up". Said he laugh every time a chick look up at him from taking his jizz cause he waiting with a polaroid.
For all you protective men, (of the women in the family), there will always be something you don't want to know about them. But have an open mind if you see the signs...
Wish I could have caught one fam member. Heard rumors about her fucking with a rubber band and a ziploc bag for a condom. I go off to college and next thing I know people see her standing on the corner in a wig, a cut up shirt, a piece of cloth that would have been a skirt in the past, and hooker shoes. Got arrested for prostitution and swears to this day she never tricked.
all this"r kelly-type situation" talk staring to remind me of what im trying to get out of myself LOL..
a person whom i met on myspace last month..i seen her at my local college,she has classes there
she nice and all..problem is her 17 yr old daughter is complicating things
a person whom i met on myspace last month..i seen her at my local college,she has classes there
she nice and all..problem is her 17 yr old daughter is complicating things
Great thread!!
Dawg... Murder has no statutes of limations... I wouldn't have posted this one!!
I'm assuming you meant too quote LANQS's?
Another sexual confession...Iwill get flamed for this but fukk it...this is a porn board...what other place is there to tell fukked up sex stories...
Me and my boy was hanging out...I don't really know this nigga but he is my cousin's baby mother's brother...and my cousin said he was a good dude to know when I moved out here...and I can't front dude came through for me on some real nigga moments...so anyway I am driving around and we scouting for ho's...a good place that we used to go to was this bus stop where chics would hang out when they were bored...I am not talking about crackheads or prostitutes...I mean normal ass everyday chics...but where I am at has A LOT of worthless chics...chics in their late teens or early twenties with no education...no job and no prospects still living at home being a pain in the ass...so when mom or pops get on they nerve they would just leave the house and come home late unless they could hook up with some "baller" or "player" types or in our cases niggas with weed, drinks, etc. So anyway we at the bus stop and it's a dry night...we was gonna call it a night when we see this white chic...but she was on some goth shit...black dress that had the slash marks at the bottom...make-up that made her face look pale...bright red hair BUT she had some ass and some tits and her face was cute under the make-up...we asked her if she needed a ride and shorty got in...we asked what she was doing walking around...and sure nuff the typical story about arguing with dad and leaving the house upset......so we ask her if she wanna just crash with us for the night...she said cool but she needed to get something first...so my boy asks what...she said if we knew where she could get an 8-ball (coke)...so we thinking she a cop...so I say yo that's a strange question for a white girl to be asking 2 niggas at night...
...how we know you not a cop...show us a titty or something...and she does...
...long story short we all end up in the bed with her in the middle...we start playing with her pussy get her open while we undressing...all of a sudden this nigga says "hey let's see if she can fit both our dicks in her mouth"...nigga saying that shit all excited and shit...
...that one line killed the whole fukkin movement...shorty pretty much got scared...and I don't blame her cause if that's the first thing out that nigga mouth who knows what the fukk else he would try next...and I definitely won't even trying to do nothing with shorty with that nigga in the same room...
Nothin like a too-eager wingman.
all of a sudden this nigga says "hey let's see if she can fit both our dicks in her mouth"...nigga saying that shit all excited and shit...
you did right. your cuz a wild dude that was looking for trouble.....
ex girlfriend i presume..?
That bitch was featured on a site... facialhumilation.com ...no way is that who y'all think it is...y'all might as well drop the topic...
liquor and the internet don't mix.
how so? Mom is beautiful(by the way).all this"r kelly-type situation" talk staring to remind me of what im trying to get out of myself LOL..
a person whom i met on myspace last month..i seen her at my local college,she has classes there
she nice and all..problem is her 17 yr old daughter is complicating things
Truth. My relationship with my mother is strained to this day. In part because she allowed herself and her two sons to be abused by my father. She allowed my father to play favorites with my older sister and never did anything about it, but also played favorites herself and it was obvious.
I have a hard time forgiving her for that, even though it was 20 years ago. I am 31, and in a good place, have a good job, make decent money, marriend a beautiful woman. I don't need her for anything. We rarely talk.
As far as race, she never stood up to my dad about race. Sure she said things to us, but like a kid sneakily does when the parent isn't around. Being the middle kid I wasn't the favorite (my older sister got that one) nor was I the baby (my brother got that one). I grew independant because I had to. I had to get away from her AND my father. One was negative and the other just let the shit happen and didn't fight back.
You would have to knock me into a coma, and keep doing it if someone jumped on me and my kids. You would have to beat me silly to spout obvious racist shit to my kid and have me standing there scared to contradict you. If I can't beat you head to head, I'll Al Green your ass in your sleep. You might beat me, but you will be sleeping with one eye open for the rest of your life. My father would put us on punishment for X amount of days, then he fould forget that he put us on punishment. If we asked he would extend the punishment 9even though we had already been on maybe a week longer than he said in the first place. She let him put me on punishment for the entire summer (from May 27th until August 25th) because I climbed over my neighbor's fence and broke off 9" off the picket fence.
I look at the way her life turned out and I pity her. My father forced his will upon her and she swallowed it. Maybe she took it like cod liver oil, but she still swallowed it. I realized early not to take my father's word as the gospel like I said. But I also realized that my mother was weak. And even if she did throw a few good messages in there, her weakness and inability to stand up to the tyrant that my father was basically OK'd everything he said and did (from the racism to the beatings, the punishments, the favoritism and all). It is only because of my "Middle Kid" mentality which forced me to be independant (which also made me buck authority) that I don't think like him or swallow his "cod liver oil" without questioning it. She still refuses to stand on her own. If it weren't for my sister she'd be homeless, because I DEFINATELY wouldn't let her live with me regardless of her situation. I can't stand her. Her voice is annoying, everything about her makes me wanna just.......aaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!
I hate weak women. Many men grow up and try to find a woman that is a lot like their mother. I drew the exact oposite. My wife's mother was a drug addict. She missed most of 2nd, all of 3rd & 4th grades taking care of her 4 sisters and brothers before the county got involved. She got help from a teacher after she failed the 5th grade (the stupid county just put her where her age said she should be regardless of the fact that she missed damned near 3 years) and ended up skipping the 7th grade. She was on her high school wrestling team. Once a guy refused to pay her AFTER she did his hair. She is only 4'11" and dude was 6'1" and she hit the guy over the ehad with a garbage and went in his pockets and took the money he owed her and tosses his wallet back at him while he was knocked out on the ground. Her max bench press in college was 175, and she has faught against odds her whole life. She graduates from RN school next month and I couldn't be prouder of her.
Do I hate my mother? Yes I do. She knows it, hell, so does my brother and sister. But since we talk MAYBE 5 times a year, it doesn't matter. I talk to her more often than I do my father, with whom i haven't spoken since 2002.
I have a hard time forgiving her for that, even though it was 20 years ago. I am 31, and in a good place, have a good job, make decent money, marriend a beautiful woman. I don't need her for anything. We rarely talk.
As far as race, she never stood up to my dad about race. Sure she said things to us, but like a kid sneakily does when the parent isn't around. Being the middle kid I wasn't the favorite (my older sister got that one) nor was I the baby (my brother got that one). I grew independant because I had to. I had to get away from her AND my father. One was negative and the other just let the shit happen and didn't fight back.
You would have to knock me into a coma, and keep doing it if someone jumped on me and my kids. You would have to beat me silly to spout obvious racist shit to my kid and have me standing there scared to contradict you. If I can't beat you head to head, I'll Al Green your ass in your sleep. You might beat me, but you will be sleeping with one eye open for the rest of your life. My father would put us on punishment for X amount of days, then he fould forget that he put us on punishment. If we asked he would extend the punishment 9even though we had already been on maybe a week longer than he said in the first place. She let him put me on punishment for the entire summer (from May 27th until August 25th) because I climbed over my neighbor's fence and broke off 9" off the picket fence.
I look at the way her life turned out and I pity her. My father forced his will upon her and she swallowed it. Maybe she took it like cod liver oil, but she still swallowed it. I realized early not to take my father's word as the gospel like I said. But I also realized that my mother was weak. And even if she did throw a few good messages in there, her weakness and inability to stand up to the tyrant that my father was basically OK'd everything he said and did (from the racism to the beatings, the punishments, the favoritism and all). It is only because of my "Middle Kid" mentality which forced me to be independant (which also made me buck authority) that I don't think like him or swallow his "cod liver oil" without questioning it. She still refuses to stand on her own. If it weren't for my sister she'd be homeless, because I DEFINATELY wouldn't let her live with me regardless of her situation. I can't stand her. Her voice is annoying, everything about her makes me wanna just.......aaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!
I hate weak women. Many men grow up and try to find a woman that is a lot like their mother. I drew the exact oposite. My wife's mother was a drug addict. She missed most of 2nd, all of 3rd & 4th grades taking care of her 4 sisters and brothers before the county got involved. She got help from a teacher after she failed the 5th grade (the stupid county just put her where her age said she should be regardless of the fact that she missed damned near 3 years) and ended up skipping the 7th grade. She was on her high school wrestling team. Once a guy refused to pay her AFTER she did his hair. She is only 4'11" and dude was 6'1" and she hit the guy over the ehad with a garbage and went in his pockets and took the money he owed her and tosses his wallet back at him while he was knocked out on the ground. Her max bench press in college was 175, and she has faught against odds her whole life. She graduates from RN school next month and I couldn't be prouder of her.
Do I hate my mother? Yes I do. She knows it, hell, so does my brother and sister. But since we talk MAYBE 5 times a year, it doesn't matter. I talk to her more often than I do my father, with whom i haven't spoken since 2002.
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the daughter's wardrobe choices actually
which is why whenever she(the person im talking to) decides to throw a pool party,i stay home lol
the daughter's wardrobe choices actually
..I hear you brother.
sounds like a keeper!
That sounds like a dame who will have your back, regardless to whom or what!!
Another one.
About a year ago I went to a club, rolled up in there by myself as usual. So while I was chillin' I felt someone bump into me, I turned around and it was a girl. Her friends pushed her into me and were telling me that she wants to dance with me but she was afraid to ask. I looked at her friends and gave them one of these, because she was one of those fat bitches that BGOL cats consider Thick.
About three songs later her and her three friends decide to dance directly in front of me, and one of her friends was a fuckin dime piece. I touched dime and told her that she's the one that I want to dance with but she gave me the.
Whe the slow jams began to play I held dime by the hand and pulled her close to me wrap my arms around her and just danced. She danced with me the whole night. When she was leaving she gave me her number and told me to give her a call.
Two days later I called and we had a great conversation, she told me that her friend was upset at her. I asked her why she danced with me later when she said no in the first place? She said that she loves a man that is confident and one that likes to take charge. OK!
We hung out, talk shit on the phone for the next couple of days. That same friday she wanted to go to the movies, I asked her which film she wanted to see, she said that I should make the decision. I gave her the theatre, time, and the movie. Her response was "I just love a man that makes decisions." OK!
I told her that I would be in the city on business so if she could meet up with me at the theatre that would be fine. Honey showed up in a mini skirt and a tank top with a sick body. I try to play it cool but in my mind I'm like this bitch is foiiine!! After the movie we got on the train and just talked about general things. We go back to her place and talked for about half hour more.
She offered me a drink and sat beside me with one leg on the couch and one on the floor. I pulled up her skirt and told her that I wanted to see if she was wearing one of those sexy underwear. Her thongs was soaking wet. She got on top of me and started kissing me. I put one hand on her breast and the other all up in the wet box. After a while she got up and told me that she had to check on her daughter to make sure she's still asleep. I said of course.
I put my fingers to my nose and was like
. My hand smelled like I just opened a can of Sardines. As soon as she came back I Said, OK!! I'm gonna put the condom on because I'm ready now. she said WHAT!! No FOREPLAY, NO NOTHHING!! I said NOPE! She got into a whole tirade about how we men are all alike and all we want to do is fuck and a whole bunch of other shit. I told her I gots to go so I bounced. I thanked my luck stars that I got out of there alive.
Two weeks later I saw her at the club again but we still didn't speak. She called me a couple of days later and told me that she was sorry for the way she acted. We continued to talk.
She told me that she really like me and she wants to hang out with me again. OK!
I invited her out on a dinner date and she did it to me again, tight dress, sick body. After the dinner she said that she wanted to go to the motel. OK! We got up in the motel and smashed for two hours. I smelled my fingers again and they had the same scent.
This girl is mad cool, she is a great person and we are the best of friends. I want to talk to her about that smell but how??? Any suggestions??
About a year ago I went to a club, rolled up in there by myself as usual. So while I was chillin' I felt someone bump into me, I turned around and it was a girl. Her friends pushed her into me and were telling me that she wants to dance with me but she was afraid to ask. I looked at her friends and gave them one of these
, because she was one of those fat bitches that BGOL cats consider Thick.About three songs later her and her three friends decide to dance directly in front of me, and one of her friends was a fuckin dime piece. I touched dime and told her that she's the one that I want to dance with but she gave me the
.Whe the slow jams began to play I held dime by the hand and pulled her close to me wrap my arms around her and just danced. She danced with me the whole night. When she was leaving she gave me her number and told me to give her a call.
Two days later I called and we had a great conversation, she told me that her friend was upset at her. I asked her why she danced with me later when she said no in the first place? She said that she loves a man that is confident and one that likes to take charge. OK!
We hung out, talk shit on the phone for the next couple of days. That same friday she wanted to go to the movies, I asked her which film she wanted to see, she said that I should make the decision. I gave her the theatre, time, and the movie. Her response was "I just love a man that makes decisions." OK!
I told her that I would be in the city on business so if she could meet up with me at the theatre that would be fine. Honey showed up in a mini skirt and a tank top with a sick body. I try to play it cool but in my mind I'm like this bitch is foiiine!! After the movie we got on the train and just talked about general things. We go back to her place and talked for about half hour more.
She offered me a drink and sat beside me with one leg on the couch and one on the floor. I pulled up her skirt and told her that I wanted to see if she was wearing one of those sexy underwear. Her thongs was soaking wet. She got on top of me and started kissing me. I put one hand on her breast and the other all up in the wet box. After a while she got up and told me that she had to check on her daughter to make sure she's still asleep. I said of course.
I put my fingers to my nose and was like
. My hand smelled like I just opened a can of Sardines. As soon as she came back I Said, OK!! I'm gonna put the condom on because I'm ready now. she said WHAT!! No FOREPLAY, NO NOTHHING!! I said NOPE! She got into a whole tirade about how we men are all alike and all we want to do is fuck and a whole bunch of other shit. I told her I gots to go so I bounced. I thanked my luck stars that I got out of there alive.Two weeks later I saw her at the club again but we still didn't speak. She called me a couple of days later and told me that she was sorry for the way she acted. We continued to talk.
She told me that she really like me and she wants to hang out with me again. OK!
I invited her out on a dinner date and she did it to me again, tight dress, sick body. After the dinner she said that she wanted to go to the motel. OK! We got up in the motel and smashed for two hours. I smelled my fingers again and they had the same scent.
This girl is mad cool, she is a great person and we are the best of friends. I want to talk to her about that smell but how??? Any suggestions??
You turnin this into dear abby.
Dude, stop being blinded by her looks. Drop her. Quickly, don't bother dealing with a grown woman who can't take care of herself. But you ain't gonna listen to that. You gon chase after her "foine" sardine smellin ass.
With that said, find a nice way to tell her that her pussy stinks. She might not realize it
hmm. Or, since she likes the fact that you take charge. Make that bitch take a bath before you fuck.
Ay man try to get her to take a shower with ya or something shit...shit got to smell herself....
Another one.
About a year ago I went to a club, rolled up in there by myself as usual. So while I was chillin' I felt someone bump into me, I turned around and it was a girl. Her friends pushed her into me and were telling me that she wants to dance with me but she was afraid to ask. I looked at her friends and gave them one of these
About three songs later her and her three friends decide to dance directly in front of me, and one of her friends was a fuckin dime piece. I touched dime and told her that she's the one that I want to dance with but she gave me the
Whe the slow jams began to play I held dime by the hand and pulled her close to me wrap my arms around her and just danced. She danced with me the whole night. When she was leaving she gave me her number and told me to give her a call.
Two days later I called and we had a great conversation, she told me that her friend was upset at her. I asked her why she danced with me later when she said no in the first place? She said that she loves a man that is confident and one that likes to take charge. OK!
We hung out, talk shit on the phone for the next couple of days. That same friday she wanted to go to the movies, I asked her which film she wanted to see, she said that I should make the decision. I gave her the theatre, time, and the movie. Her response was "I just love a man that makes decisions." OK!
I told her that I would be in the city on business so if she could meet up with me at the theatre that would be fine. Honey showed up in a mini skirt and a tank top with a sick body. I try to play it cool but in my mind I'm like this bitch is foiiine!! After the movie we got on the train and just talked about general things. We go back to her place and talked for about half hour more.
She offered me a drink and sat beside me with one leg on the couch and one on the floor. I pulled up her skirt and told her that I wanted to see if she was wearing one of those sexy underwear. Her thongs was soaking wet. She got on top of me and started kissing me. I put one hand on her breast and the other all up in the wet box. After a while she got up and told me that she had to check on her daughter to make sure she's still asleep. I said of course.
I put my fingers to my nose and was like
Two weeks later I saw her at the club again but we still didn't speak. She called me a couple of days later and told me that she was sorry for the way she acted. We continued to talk.
She told me that she really like me and she wants to hang out with me again. OK!
I invited her out on a dinner date and she did it to me again, tight dress, sick body. After the dinner she said that she wanted to go to the motel. OK! We got up in the motel and smashed for two hours. I smelled my fingers again and they had the same scent.
This girl is mad cool, she is a great person and we are the best of friends. I want to talk to her about that smell but how??? Any suggestions??
the room smelled like Sardiness? Oh Shit. U gotta be a G. IF u cool as u say u is wit her, tell her, its not like she dont know. She think its natural or cool cause no one has ever said anything. Chances r she got an infection, coochie dont smell like that unless its tainted.U could be a jerk, Finger her and wipe it across her upper lip, bet she get the point then
I got stories. Lots of them.
Some years ago I rolled up to a hood club with the Dons. When we got to the door there was a dude that didn't want to be searched, the security told him he had to be searched so he lifts up his shirt and told the security that he got the gat on him and he's going inside the club with it. Pussy security said "ok, you're the boss."
I'm standing with the Dons getting our drink on and dude comes thru and decide to walk between us while everyone walks around, I turned around and look at dude and we got caught in a stare down, he continued to walk. I told the Dons we have to watch that dude. Done! Nothing happened that night.
The next week one of the Dons had a party in his basement, we there chillin, drinkin, having fun with the ladies. Shit was poppin lovely. I'm talking with one of the Dons and he takes out his gat and puts it on the speakerbox. I'm like WTF?? He said he's been carrying it all day and now it's too heavy.
Damn! Party poppin and we're having fun. I see the dude from the week before comes thru with like 9 heads, i'm like whoa, this not gonna be pretty.
Couple minutes later I hear a shot ring off. I looked in front of me and all I saw was an empty dance floor, and gun sparks. I jumped into the dj booth, closed the door and pulled the ghostmaker(I never let anyone see me with a gun, NEVER). From then on it was about 15 minutes of gunplay.
When it was all said and done there were 2 bodies laying on the floor and dude from the week before all shot up being carried by 3 of his homies with gats in hand.
Those dudes were so fuckin nerveous they didn't know what to do. They carried their man outside, jumped into a cab and put the gats thru the window and started poppin off again.
I told the Dons i'll talk to them later and bounced. I didn't talk to them cats for a while. Didn't want to know anything and didn't need the heat.
The dude from the week before never walked again! Paralyzed.
Some years ago I rolled up to a hood club with the Dons. When we got to the door there was a dude that didn't want to be searched, the security told him he had to be searched so he lifts up his shirt and told the security that he got the gat on him and he's going inside the club with it. Pussy security said "ok, you're the boss."
I'm standing with the Dons getting our drink on and dude comes thru and decide to walk between us while everyone walks around, I turned around and look at dude and we got caught in a stare down, he continued to walk. I told the Dons we have to watch that dude. Done! Nothing happened that night.
The next week one of the Dons had a party in his basement, we there chillin, drinkin, having fun with the ladies. Shit was poppin lovely. I'm talking with one of the Dons and he takes out his gat and puts it on the speakerbox. I'm like WTF?? He said he's been carrying it all day and now it's too heavy.
Damn! Party poppin and we're having fun. I see the dude from the week before comes thru with like 9 heads, i'm like whoa, this not gonna be pretty.
Couple minutes later I hear a shot ring off. I looked in front of me and all I saw was an empty dance floor, and gun sparks. I jumped into the dj booth, closed the door and pulled the ghostmaker(I never let anyone see me with a gun, NEVER). From then on it was about 15 minutes of gunplay.
When it was all said and done there were 2 bodies laying on the floor and dude from the week before all shot up being carried by 3 of his homies with gats in hand.
Those dudes were so fuckin nerveous they didn't know what to do. They carried their man outside, jumped into a cab and put the gats thru the window and started poppin off again.
I told the Dons i'll talk to them later and bounced. I didn't talk to them cats for a while. Didn't want to know anything and didn't need the heat.
The dude from the week before never walked again! Paralyzed.
the Joker is female
BANN!
I was fucking this older broad because she had a lil money and shit right, So we get into the bed we getting at it, I start eating the pussy she cumming and shit. I fuck her and we go to sleep I wake up and I got dried blood on my face and dry blood on my dick so I was mad as hell in the morning. she started cryin and shit then she told me that she had cancer and needed a hysterectomy so she thought I was going to be sorry for her. I smacked the shit out that bitch and took about $500 from her ass.