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I Made a Drunk Bet With a Guy Who Wouldn’t Stop Talking About My Boobs 💀🖤 (Thread 1/3)
I’m a 21yo goth girl, and one night my friends and I were playing drinking games at someone’s house. This guy had spent HOURS talking about boobs and how badly he wanted a titty fuck. 😭
When forfeits came up, I got cocky and told him if I lost, he could have one.
Spoiler: I lost. 💀
Obviously, when I actually lost, I backed out. I wasn’t about to follow through just because of some stupid drinking game.
But this dude would NOT let it go. For weeks, he kept bringing up my promise like it was some legally binding contract. 😭
Then one night, we all went to the pub, got pretty drunk, and guess what he brought up AGAIN?
Yeah. The stupid bet. 💀
Eventually, I agreed, and by the end of the night, we ended up back at his place.
Things got intimate, I gave him oral, and followed through on the promise I'd made weeks earlier.
Still can't believe a dumb drinking game actually led to that. 🖤😭
Would you have followed through, or was I crazy for agreeing?
I’m 21, blonde, permanently dressed like I’m attending my own funeral, and working late shifts at a downtown bar. There’s this quiet guy in his mid-thirties who’s been coming in for weeks. I’ve been flirting with him just to see how far I could push it.
He barely talks, but I catch him staring at me all the time. The tension is actually insane.
One night, he stayed until closing. While I was wiping down the counter, he complimented me and asked if I was closing alone.
I locked the door, and we ended up in the back hallway together.
Things escalated, and then he leaned close to my ear and asked something I genuinely wasn't expecting.
“How many guys have you been with?”
I hesitated before admitting it was eight.
His expression changed immediately. He wanted to know everything about my past, especially how my boyfriend treated me. And somehow, every answer made him more determined to prove he could do better.
He kept asking questions about my boyfriend, and I found myself admitting things I'd normally never say out loud.
Then someone knocked on the staff bathroom door.
We froze.
A moment later, footsteps approached again, followed by a male voice telling him not to stop.
I nearly died of embarrassment. The whole situation felt like something straight out of a dark romance novel, except I was actually living it.
My regular barely reacted. He just laughed quietly and carried on like nothing could faze him.
Then he asked if my boyfriend ever made me feel as wanted as he did.
I couldn't even give him a proper answer.
When I caught my reflection in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. Messy blonde hair, smudged black eyeliner, flushed cheeks. I looked like a girl who'd made a questionable decision and was only just realizing how far she'd taken things.
I'd spent weeks imagining what might happen if we ever crossed that line.
Now we had, and my brain was completely fried.
Eventually, everything went quiet.
He fixed his clothes and washed his hands like we'd just had a normal conversation over drinks.
Meanwhile, I was standing there trying to process everything that had happened.
Then he looked at me and asked casually:
“You closing alone tomorrow too?”
I nodded.
He gave me that tiny, knowing smile.
“Good. Next time, I want to know which of those eight you remember most. Let's see if I can change your mind.”
Then he left.
I spent ages staring at myself in the mirror, fixing my hair and eyeliner before finishing my shift.
The weirdest part wasn't even what happened. It was how months of harmless flirting had turned into something I couldn't stop thinking about.
I felt embarrassed, confused, and ridiculously curious about what would happen if I saw him again.
And honestly? If he walks into my bar tomorrow, sits at the end of the counter, and gives me that same look, I already know I'm going to struggle not to smile.
🖤 Please tell me I'm not the only girl who's made a questionable midnight decision and then spent the next day thinking about it.
My Friends Turned a Bachelorette Party Into a Night None of Us Will Ever Forget 🖤💀 (Thread 1/3)
My bestie McKayla wanted to visit a gloryhole at least once in her life, so naturally, we made it happen for her bachelorette party. 😭🖤
As a goth girl who usually lives in her own little world, watching our entire friend group go from awkward and nervous to completely confident was honestly wild. We hyped each other up, gave compliments, and made sure nobody felt judged. It felt like we were all discovering a different side of ourselves together.
Things got a lot more adventurous as the night went on. McKayla even asked if we'd be comfortable watching her take things further, and the girls who were into it joined in too.
What surprised me most wasn't even what happened. It was how supportive everyone was. Even our shyest friends started coming out of their shells, while others were perfectly happy sticking to their own boundaries.
Nobody was pressured to do anything, and somehow that made the whole experience feel even more comfortable.
One of the funniest moments involved our married friend Mia, who's never had a sexual experience with a man before. She was fascinated by the whole thing and couldn't stop laughing at how excited everyone else was. 😂
Another friend who's trying for a baby decided to sit out certain activities, even though she was clearly tempted by the atmosphere.
By the end of the night, we'd shared an experience none of us could've predicted, and honestly, it brought us closer together.
Would I recommend something like this for a bachelorette party? Only if everyone's genuinely comfortable, communicates clearly, and respects boundaries. But for our group? It was definitely
I Started Trading Blowjobs for Weed… And Somehow It Became a Habit 💀🖤 (Thread)
I’m a 21yo blonde goth girl, and apparently my weed habit has officially made me lose the plot 😭🖤
I was home for the summer, broke, and desperately wanted to smoke. I tried asking my dealer to front me some until I got paid, but he wasn’t having it.
So, half joking, I asked if there was another way I could pay. He asked what I had in mind, and I literally said, “My mouth? 👀”
Girl, WHY did he actually agree? 💀 I did my makeup, fixed my hair, and drove over. Halfway there, I started questioning every life decision I’d ever made.
When I got there, he told me to come inside. His roommates were laughing until I walked in, then suddenly everyone went quiet. The awkwardness was INSANE.
He led me to his room, and somehow I just went along with it. My brain was basically on autopilot at that point.
He wasn’t even my type, but I’d already committed to the most questionable transaction of my life. I did what I came to do, and honestly, he seemed pretty pleased with the arrangement.
Afterward, he disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a decent bag of weed.
I thanked him, laughed awkwardly, and practically teleported out of there. 🏃🏼♀️💀
The CRAZIEST part? A week later, he texted me out of nowhere asking, “Same deal as last time?”
And the embarrassing thing is… I still had weed left, but I agreed anyway. 😭
Now this has happened THREE TIMES. Like, excuse me?? When did my life turn into some unhinged side quest?
I'm not saying I'm proud of it, but apparently ten minutes of questionable decision-making can get you through a broke week.
Maybe I'll start sharing more of my chaotic confessions here because my life is genuinely becoming a dark comedy.
Anyway, roast me gently. I'm fragile and wearing black eyeliner.