I made a fairly crude, but funny, penis-man cartoon character out of a photo of my taddlywagger as an amusing and somewhat sexy birthday surprise for my ex-girlfriend (and as a learning exercise to hone my photoshop skills). I sent it to her in an email just for the hell of it, and we both thought it funny and had a little laugh and a “bonding” experience. Fast forward a few months-- we have a pretty rough break up and have each gone our seperate ways. Well, she soon sends a forward of that email with the attached image and cryptic message…“Remember me?”.
Heh, Heh…
Ultimately, I have no idea if she used Penis-Man for purposes of revenge or anything unethical, but secretely, I really, really hope she did. I hope that people are laughing at and enjoying a picture of my rather handsome penis in his starring role as Penis-Man. I hope that he is a cult figure in some little corner of the internet and that he has taken on a life of his own…
In her act of revenge, I would take more satisfaction than she because of my own incorruptible sense of humor and a healthy streak of exhibitionism. (Hell, one of my dreams is to found and star in a troupe of male exotic dancers ala Chippenwhales.)
Aaaaand the OP is the reason I and many ladies like me refuse to have any pictures taken of us sans clothing, no matter how happy such a thing would make our SOs.
So, the OP and people like him are actually reducing the amount of naked booby pictures in the universe!
I think y’all are misreading this. To me, it’s a heartwarming story of “Boy meets breasts, boy loses breasts, boy gets breasts.” Or at least a photo of said breasts.
The basic plot of the OP is
Even though the relationship is over, the pictures that she took of her breasts are still there any time he wants to see them.
But wait! Now, for whatever reason, she has denied access. He can no longer see them.
But then, when going through some old papers, EUREKA! (which is a direct quote from the OP) He happens to have an old photo he forgot about. It turns out he can still see the breasts after all, anytime he wants, for as long as he wants.
If this story doesn’t warm your heart, you just don’t fully appreciate what the Seeing of Breasts means to a guy.
I did read it; I just chose to ignore it. I like my interpretation better, even if it is wrong.
(Honestly, I’m on the fence between your opinion and that of those who saw the OP’s threats as a joke that he was never seriously considering doing. I could go either way.)
So, you trust a guy enough to let him stick his cock up your pussy but you don’t trust him enough to let him take pics of your naked breasts? How does that work?
I don’t believe he’s being serious. Though he hasn’t come back in to confirm or deny, it just reads like an “I wonder what power I can wield over her” in a non-serious speculative way.
Really, you can figure this one out for yourself. A girl can stop having sex with a guy if he turns out to be a bad apple. Contact ends, sex ends, mistake acknowledged, everyone moves on. But pictures can come back to haunt a girl after the relationship has ended. Evil Captor, compare it to giving an ex the keys to your home or share your bankaccount with her. You might feel comfortable doing that while there’s love, but how would you feel if she still had the keys and the creditcard after you two broke up?
I just get nervous when posters suggest unpleasant behaviours and don’t make it clear if they are joking.
Light-hearted breast banter instantly stops for me with the idea of sending personal pictures to your ex’s family. That’s nasty.
Nah. It might be how SOME stalkers start, but it’s a perfectly valid subject of a joke.
And thinking about showing you can hurt people might be amusing because it allows a person to get a little closure-type feeling without actually, say, hurting someone.
glee, are you very, very young, recently landed, or otherwise new to the human condition?
Like Happy Scrappy Hero Pup said, fantasizing about hurting someone who’s hurt you is pretty normal, and human, and in fact highly entertaining. I’m talking hours of good clean family fun.
*Fantasizing * about it goes a long way toward getting us over the urge to actually do it, IMO.
I don’t care what you do. From what I gather she already had posted them somewhere on the internet, which means there is about a 99% probability that “The Girls” are already out there. In fact, I have looked at a lot of internet porn in my day, and I would be happy to help you out. You send me the pic, and I will tell you if I have seen it before, ok?
Actually, this is a very good point. This is the same argument I’ve made in defense of the GTA series of video games before, and I still believe in it.
That said, I for one detected a serious tone in the OP. But then, those things are always uncertain over the Internet.
I’m 53, have a traceable history* and have certainly been hurt by others.
What worked for me was to consider why I got hurt.
If it was my fault, I try to change.
If it was their fault, I try to let it go (their problem, not mine).
I have not spent time fantasizing about hurting others, and I wouldn’t consider it fun. I’d rather spend the time learning a new hobby, for example.
I hope you’re right that fantasizing helps people get over the urge. Presumably people who do actually do hurt others also start by thinking how to do it.
*if I am an alien, there are some excellent alien administators around, who know how to fake Earth bureaucracy!
See, if my feelings for him change such that I no longer wish to be intimate with him, the cock and pussy action can come to an immediate and final end without my ever needing to worry about his dick and my pussy coming into contact again (absent situations that are generally absent from healthy relationships).
Unlike hot monkey sex, naked pictures on the Internet are forever.* Even intermingled finances can be untangled/replenished if matters should go badly after a certain point. Locks can be changed.
*And here you thought only diamonds were forever! Take that DeBeers!
This was the intended message. Don’t worry . . . I would never actually post the photo on the internet or send it to anyone. Sarcasm in print.
FYI - I broke up with her. I actually don’t want anyone to see the photo except for me. I feel no obilgation to destroy it, though . . . I’m holding on to it.
Nothing wrong with that. I still have naked pictures of a girl I dated, and some of a friend I didn’t date having sex with her girlfriend. I’m not going to sell them to the local paper, but I’m not about to delete them either!
I like my interpretation better, even if it is wrong.
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