Reddit has a page (r/LetsNotMeet) dedicated to stories about stalkers, being creeped on & strange encounters. The stories here are supposedly true, and are people’s unfortunate experiences. Here are the top 10, that make your heart skip a beat. The real fears in life are ofcourse humans and what we are capable of.
Trigger warnings for everything here. Stories may include sexual abuse, child abuse & physical abuse.
Some of you may know that I have a foot fetish. It’s not an extreme one, but yes, I am aroused by the female foot. This afternoon, I had a flashback to the thing that may have fostered this fetish. I thought I’d share it with you, because it’s kind of amusing.
It all started with The Price is Right (Australian version). I would watch this game show religiously during my childhood. I did enjoy playing along with the contestants; however, there was something else that made the show extremely alluring to me: the models who presented the prizes.
The sliding doors would open to reveal a beautiful young woman standing next to a television, cutlery set, washing machine, or some other desirable commodity. The camera would always zoom into the prize, closely scrutinising it from left to right and top to bottom. When the prize was something that rested on the ground, the model’s feet would often come into view. They instantly distracted me from the prize itself. These models always wore open-toed shoes, and they had the prettiest painted toenails. I was so attracted to them, and while I was quite young, I definitely recall feeling sexually aroused. I also remember being really disappointed when the doors opened up to show a guy riding a speedboat.
"Give me one accomplishment of Mary’s that did not involve her vagina."
Performing during prelims at the 2014 National Poetry Slam.
Mud (USA, 2012)
"Now let me dispel a few rumours so they don’t fester into facts. Yes, I too attended at ‘Hell-ton’ and survived. And no, at that time I was not the mental giant you see before you. I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98 pound weakling. I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face."