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| Female hand smother scene in movie/series? Anyone have any good female hand smother scenes from movies or shows? No gloves, cloths, just a female using her bare hand(s) to cover someones mouth and nose til they die. If you find any like that, send links, thanks! ^~^ |
| No I don't have |
| Does anyone know why a female dachshund would suddenly start smothering her pups? She had five puppies a week ago and one by one she has smothered all but one which I have removed from her care and will hand raise. This is not her first litter but I am at a loss as to why she would do this. Does anyone know? |
| A great question for your breed mentor. |
| Are Teenage Girls Worse School Bullies Than Teenage Boys? (Revisited)? I originally asked this question three years ago in the primary/secondary education section. I didn't get many responses. Since it is such a hot topic these days, I thought I would ask you parents your opinion. I am looking only for serious, intelligent responses since this is a sensitive issue. Let me share my own personal experience from the late 1970's. I was a 13-year-old boy newly arrived from another school. Since I was visually impaired, the students always targeted me for abuse and picked on me constantly. It didn't help that I was a straight-A student whose excellent grades made them look bad. Some of the wilder, more unruly girls in the school decided to teach me a good lesson for being different. They caught up with me one morning and chased me down the hall, screaming my name. I was driven to a secluded, deserted area of the school no longer in use because it was under reconstruction and re-modeling. There were about a dozen or 15 girls, most of them cheerleaders who were 16 and 17 years old. They trapped me up against some lockers in a small, tucked-away alcove while three or four of them stood lookout. I was scared to death as they closed ranks all around me. There were just too many of these older girls to fend off and they quickly overpowered me. My arms were pinned behind my back and a chokehold was around my neck. I was physically restrained by girls on all sides holding tightly to me. Someone had a fistful of my hair, pulling savagely. Everytime I made a move she didn't like, my head was slammed hard against the lockers. The teen girls were all laughing and jeering at me as they made fun of my weakness. With female hands groping all over me, one tall girl clamped her hand over my mouth to keep me quiet and prevent me for calling for help. Her friends found this very amusing and encouraged her to continue. She seemed eager to comply. I could barely breathe through her suffocating hand since I was hyperventilating from fear. The gang leader started to interrogate me as she punched me in the chest and poked her finger into my stomach with each word. I was expected fully to answer her with her friend's big hand still clamped across my mouth from behind me. If I failed to answer, the girls pinched me and dug their sharp fingernails into my arms until they drew blood. I was slapped and even bitten, even as my hair was pulled and my head slammed into the lockers. If I tried to speak behind the girl's hand, my words were all muffled and the girls laughed at me and mimicked me. She never once removed her hand from my mouth as she forced me to communicate with the girls this way. My shoes were snatched off my feet for trying to kick the leader. The shoes were thrown out into the winter snow from a side door. Then a girl sat on my feet and held my legs immobile. The leader grabbed my glasses off my face and dangled them in front of me. She said I had to beg her not to throw them outside--with her girlfriend's long, slender hand still covering my mouth. I tried to speak but was only ridiculed for "mumbling." After half an hour, I got brave enough to bite the girl's smothering hand. She only slapped my mouth so hard that it bled, returning her hand over my mouth for the rest of the time they held me. My pockets were gone through and money was taken. The leader ripped my shirt pocket off and ripped my shirt open as buttons went flying. The girls all held me tightly and would not let go as they made sport of me. Classes changed every hour but even with the halls filled with noisy students, no one coulld see us behind the screening alcove or hear me. To this day, I remember every detail about that girl's hand kept over my mouth. Thank God she had perfect hygiene. But I can still smell her thickly sweet floral perfume in my nose even now. Because she kept her hand over my mouth without letting go for over four straight hours, with her friends encouraging her not to let go, volunteering to reiieve her if she got tired. She was the star of the show and loved being the center of attention as she kept sneering into my gagged face. Later I was dragged into a nearby deserted girls' restroom. I was forced to look at myself in the mirror with all the girls restraining me and holding my mouth. Two girls assaulted me sexually while the others held me down and kept my mouth covered. But I won't go into their shameful acts here. When I was finally let go at the end of the afternoon, I was threatened with bodily harm if I ever told a soul. The girls were so intensely forceful with me that I never told a single teacher nor my parents. I was too ashamed and embarrassed. I was disheveled and in disarray, tolally in shock. My glasses were God knows where and my shoes were outside in the snow. I was sobbing from exhaustion, embarrassment, and fear while that same cruel girl held her smothering sweet-perfumed hand over my mouth for her |
| i think females are worse because they're more sublte and hurtful. boys generally just make it obvious and hurt physically, so the strong can fight back but girls often work in groups so your always outnumbered and strike when your alone. the dirty looks are sublte but really effective and whispers and all that is just horrible. Me and my friend were sometimes picked on and i just tried to ignore it but my friend always smiled at them and was ncie to them which really worked becuase then they knew they didnt have an effect. |
| Females only-Have you ever pinned your brother down and covered his mouth with your hand so mom couldn't hear? Females Only! Have you ever had to pin your brother down and cup your hand over his mouth so mom couldn't hear him scream out to her? If yes, how did you pin him down? Describe how you were positioned over him. And then, how did you position your hand over his face to muffle his cries for help? How close to his nose did your hand come? Did you smother him? Do you think he was forced to smell your hand given the proximity of your hand to his nose? I'm interested in detailed responses from experienced sisters. I need to learn how to muffle my brother so my mom can't hear him when I pin him down. |
| I sure hope you don't get off to this kind of stuff |
| Why is it so hard for me to show affection to another female and how can I overcome this? I've met a new girl and have found myself very attracted and interested in her the more we communicate and converse. The only problem is every time I meet a girl I like and begin to open up to her things seem to go terribly wrong. Either she's not interested and goes about playing mind games to make me see that, or she's just a straight up slut. I'm a pretty well rounded guy too, I'm 24, a College Graduate, Own Car, Own Place, Knows how to cook, has money he worked hard for, and I feel that I have the type of qualities any female should go for even though I know a lot of females tend to prefer trash over treasure. I have my own flaws and am not afraid to admit them, I'm the type of guy who likes to be affectionate when with a girl (i.e. holding hands and being very close together) and from past experiences I've found most females are very turned off by this and find it to be a sign of weakness and you know what it's very much the females I've been dealing with and I've drastically changed that and would like to meet better than what I've dealt with. Now that I've met someone whose caught my eye I'm not really sure how to go about it at all, I don't call her or facebook her every winking hour but at the same time it just seems like do I call her or don't I in fear that she may think I'm clingy or trying to smother her. YES I'm a man and I don't understand women! But I'd like to hear from the women about this and get some of their input on it. JUST THE WOMEN PLEASE! I PRETTY MUCH KNOW WHAT THE GUYS ARE GONNA SAY SO DON'T BOTHER LOL Thanks Chgriffin85 |
| haha well most women dont get it until its too late, you are right most women now days dont quite appreciate the gallant qualities in men, but it dosent mean they secretly dont like it...society and media has popularized the image of a macho bad guy that all ladies should drool over and supposedly "want"...but do realize this is just an over the surface feeling, deep down every woman wants to be with some one who will love her cherish her and stay loyal to her. Dont let this girl slip by, dont be too clingy, because that will show that you are needy and women dont like that..just be your self, if she dosent like u for who u r, you will have to find some one who will hope it works out! |
| Need female advice(long)? So I've been dating this girl since September. Things where great, we would go out 2-3 times a week, Movies, Dinner, Day trips, etc. When its just us shes very affectionate (holding hands, a kiss here or there). When we're around her family or friends shes very cold to me. It feels like I'm not even there. She explained to me that she doesn't like showing any affection around her family or friends,That shes not a girly girl, which does bug me a little, because she wasn't like this to begin with. I tryed kissing her a couple times around her family, nothing over the top just a peck, and said I love you. I was just lonely becuase I felt like I was being ignored at her house with all her family and friends around, it felt like she didn't try to include me in conversations or anything. It honestly felt like I wasn't even there to her (that was Thanksgiving & the day before her Bday). So Friday and Saturday I do my own thing etc. She calls me this morning(Saturday), we chat etc, said I had some work and gym and a wake to go today, no biggy. I call her at 4pm saying I'm free for the day, If she wants company etc. She says she'll call me back, that shes just getting home with her family (they went out). So I don't hear from her till nearly 9pm, We chat alittle she says I'm smothering her from thanskgiving and the midnight mall madness we did... I say i'm sorry, and try to explain i was just lonely etc being only with her family and friends and told her how i felt. I tell her I'm going out with friends, That i wont be back till monday (going to a poker turnament) Then she gets mad saying I'm pushing her away, That i'm giving her the cold shoulder etc. I told her I felt like I was croweding her, her family is in town she should spend time with them before they fly out sunday. so I made plans with friends. I ask if she'll she wants me to go, she says she can't tell me what to do... I ask whats your opinion, do you want me not to go? she says no... then says hell if it was me i'ed go... I'm so cunfused... I'm in the wrong? Any advice or imput? |
| You're not in the wrong. Your girlfriend's life does not revolve around you- and you REALIZE this. She keeps flip-flopping, saying she wants you around, and then playing mind games. It sounds to me like she may be depressed, or have other stresses going on, that is putting strain on your relationship. I advise NOT kissing her around family and friends if that's not what she wants. Some people are extremely affectionate in private, but feel it's far too personal to do in front of others- you should respect that. Other than that, I think you did nothing wrong. I'm sure she'll miss you a lot after your tournament, and they don't say absence makes the heart grow stronger for nothing! Time heals all wounds. Good luck. |
| I want to write a book, how's this for a start? Ok. Let's get this straight before-hand. I'm female, 13 y/old, yes the characters are based on real people :) Thank you for helping me out. [c] 2009 x3_AZIEL Epilogue My one love, my whole life, I remember telling him that without him my meaning in existence would vanish. I remember the way his eyes turned into soft melting pools of golden, honey brown, yet his mouth twitched uncomfortably. Remembering bought more pain than I thought, I closed my eyes and struggled to set my features straight, unfathomable, even if no-one was watching. I could feel the cool breeze lightly touch and pass my lips, it reminded me of him. Naturally, this feeling alarmed me. I shot my eyes open, slowly analyzing my surrounding, I sighed. I knew exactly where I was and what I was doing here. It had been more than one year, one unbearable acidic sickness running through my veins, never stopping. He never came back. My words once again echoed in my head. “Without you the meaning of my existence would vanish.” As soon as I saw those deep eyes in my memory again, I did what needed to be done, letting the breeze carry me to my end. “Goodbye.” I whispered to myself, to the world, through blinding tears. I jumped off the oceans cliff. Darkness swallowed me whole. Chapter 1 Who I am The darkness that had once overcome me was being replaced, with color. I internally frowned, I was dead. I was sure of it. I couldn’t feel my body, but a small aching flame surrounding the area where my un-beating heart was. All the suppressed feelings burst out at that very moment. His eyes, the trust, his lips, the impulse, his arms, the security, him, our love. I remembered the events that had come to lead me to my death so clearly as if I was there again and it was happening again. “Goodbye” the words he had spoken through unmoving lips. A new wave of pain and hopelessness crashed down on me from behind. I felt as though I physically fell, as well as my un-beating heart. Sturdy arms caught me, I froze. I heard a slight huff of breath, it had been my own. My mind was running in different directions, not sure how to make sense of this. “Is she conscious?” a deep, musical voice asked, edged with curiosity and anxiety. “Only mentally,” another male voice murmured, he sounded older. “I’ll have to treat her for 8 more hours till she comes too physically” I heart feet padding from one side of me to the over. Suddenly I felt my right arm. I mentally winced, but this pain was then when he left. I was careful not to use his name. The pain in my right arm extended creeping slowly up towards the rest of my body. I internally writhed madly in pain, my screams contained. Eight long hours continued, occasionally a part of my body would twitch. Every time this occurred the same boy from before sighed in relief, after a while I realized it was the only thing assuring him that the treatment was working. Tormenting silence was broken by the eight chimes of the clock, for a moment I wondered calmly what was going to happen but my train of thought was lost as I felt it. The flames engulfing my heart, once again, my scream wrangled its way forcefully out of my dry throat. I was oblivious to the panicked voice of the boy and the murmuring voice of the man calming him down, reassuring him. My whole body writhed out of my control. It went on for one minute, but to me it felt like years. It stopped. My whole body calmed and my steady heartbeat made me curious to open my eyes. As my eyes adjusted I was shocked to see a few inches from my face the boy, smiling widely in triumph. “Amaze me with your words” he whispered, edging with curiosity that was flaming in his deep blue eyes. They were smothering. As I got a better look I could feel my face moving, my small pink stained lips formed a perfect “O” as my eyes widened. He was beautiful. His windswept, tousled blond hair lay perfectly out of his face revealing smooth, light skin. The planes of his face were set out perfectly, but what really made me gasp were his eyes. Boring into mine they melted into pools of topaz. He looked at me understandingly, what had happened was a lot to take in. “I-I was..” I trailed off I could feel the anguish pass on my cold, numb face. I glared at him calming down at the sight of his eyes. Something flickered across his own face in response, but he snapped out of it too quickly for me to determine what it was. “I, uh, saved you before you drowned” he looked away from me. I was about to ask him a question but I got interrupted by the older man. He slightly resembled the boy, his face was perfect too, it was the rest that was different, his brown hair was even and short, his hard grey eyes settled on me. “No need to lie Eric” he was still analyzing me but then he turned to Eric “She wouldn’t tell, just pick your words wisely” his eyes narrowed slightly. “Yes Jared” Eric murmured looking back at me. My heartbeat fastened. I’m glad he couldn’t hear. I was startled as he chuckled. |
| Hello, Yes that is very good! Weldone! You should carry on! Let me know how it goes, I say it would be a good book! Have fun! |
| The rainbow man (love) please, read, rate, and comment my poem? Pieced in majestic cloths of every beaming rainbow hue captivating to the wholesome perspectives of the simplistic Grey's Stunning gorgeous beautiful angelic syllables polluted the smothering midnight air congestive to lungs The grey stretched their rotting filth fingers a touch was all that was craved under the full pulsing moon so generous to light a spark so dull in stark, plain emotions Heroin high of titillating fingertips addictive A female reached out grasped the color filled fabric with a cautious touch if sorrows softness then she froze in overwhelming depth love struck her pitiful, ice core melting confusion arose want need The rainbow man kept steady walk amongst the congregation of nothings of greys so trembling the female held tight with harsh courage corruption refusing to lose the light in her fading life the delicate fabric ripped like unheard prayers pleading forever little threads tore lose from the cloak of wonders of dreams of love and collided with the concrete stone floor of cults dagger beds victorian alters the male was naked now uncovered glassy and morphed Glares pierced his now unholiness shutter a butterfly into the caccoon to reappear a catipillar returning of womb like the girl that held so tightly so desperately so blatantly so couragiously tears screamed whispers from his hollow eyes unstoppable the crowd evaporated to their dirt tombs caging nothing was to see the earth was painted with devious devoted depression again smeared in darkness depth and fear no light for their abeam follow so dignified no rainbow to caress their dreams so shining and vibrant no hope to fuel a fire inside poured gasoline mirrors a hand reached for the unrainbowed mans hand glassy and heavy poetic and depressing with guilt hard yet somehow miraculously still warm like lambs blood shed for sins regretting stain a sound arose cathedral hymnal lymeric and crusty like scabed over failures and fairytales of martyrs and saints a generous thud syncopation persistant and compliant heart beats color lightbeams flooded the dark, echoing temple hurricanes of wonder the grey couple now a joyous canvas altered under glories of a new sun love gave them color balance hope people came flooding from their tombs so icy and solitude to see the shining concert tragidy no longer each grey wept and joined hands longing sufficated them now the rainbow man had thrust meaning into their catastrohpe region and each beating of the bruised hearts whispered tomorrows promise color was found in bland nothingness light in darkness love conquered the evil spirit of self worth lies and spade tongues they now had meaning love is meaning rainbows are found in the darkest of times |
| thts beautiful! its also rly adoraable! did u come up wit tht ur selve cuz its great |
| Am I a dyke, lesbian, bisexual, straight or other (serious answers only please)? (I know this is long, but it would mean a lot to me if you read it. Even if you won't reply I'll appreciate your time for reading this. Thanks in advance!) Ever since I was little I had scarring sexual encounters with boys. My first sexual encounter was when I was 5 or 6 with a boy from the block. He made me follow him in one of the top floors of an apartment building that was close to where I lived. There he asked me 'How do they kiss in movies?', and so I demonstrated it to him in the air (as I thought I had good acting abilities.) Then he pleaded me to demonstrate it on him, but I said 'You're too little, only adults do that'. But somehow he forced me into it, and I kissed him. I hated it. His lips were big, moist and smelled like saliva. He didn't unlock himself from me when I tried to push him away, and then he grabbed me and stood me up into a discrete space in the hallway where I couldn't be seen. He took all my clothes off and left me only in my panties. He took his clothes off too. He lied both of our clothes down on the floor, laid me down and lied on top of me. He tried to imitate sex. All that time I was thinking 'Why is he doing this? I want to go home.' When I tried to protest, he just pushed me more to the floor, kissed me harder and rubbed against me faster. Eventually he stood up and said that we both have to go home. It was way past out curfews. He made me tell my parents a lie about a toy car he lost and how we were searching for it all this time. I came home smelling like spit, cigarette buds and other intolerable scents of an apartment building hallway. [I think that was the first time I got 'sexually scarred']... The second time was when I was about 6 or 7 years old. I was at a friend's birthday party, a boy friend of mine who was a couple of years older than me and who had a brother my age. At one instance when I was walking through their apartment in between games or something of that sort, his little brother grabbed my hand and pushed me into the bathroom. He locked the door, after which he threw me down on the floor and fell down on top of me. He was overweight so I felt like he was smothering me. He was acting like an animal that hadn't eaten in days. He tried to slide up and down on top of me, tried to get his hand under my skirt, tried to kiss me on my neck. I screamed and fought. Eventually someone heard my screams and forced the bathroom door open. The boy quickly stood up and said something along the lines of 'She seduced me' in a guy's lexicon. My parents looked shocked. When we left the party, it turned out it was all my fault and I was grounded for a very long time... I acquired yet another scar just a year ago when I was 17. I was going through some sort of psychological condition then, I don't know which exactly - manic depression, anxiety disorder etc. I invited a complete stranger into my apartment, got drunk from my own alcohol and shared a joint of weed with him, after which he raped me. Now on my 'doubting'... when I was 7-8 years old, I visited our family's summer house in the rural area of the country. There I made a friend, a girl named [as far as I remember] Katherine. We hung out most of the time. I noticed that I was attracted to her, and one time when going inside her summer house, I snuck up with her into the attic and attempted to imitate sex. I took the 'male' role while she played the 'female'. I rubbed my groin area on her butt, rubbed her thighs, kissed her neck, pouted, and got very turned on but didn't know how to 'let it out'. She seemed turned on as well, but at one point she pushed me away and said that we couldn't do that anymore. Although we did. We did 'that' every day when we saw each other, and every time we 'did it' I found myself more and more turned on. The summer ended and I had to go back home. I met with Katherine a year or so later in her home city when my family and I were on vacation then. She tried to advance on me but I wanted to act, and acted, like nothing happened before. After that we never spoke again. And after that, a couple years later when my parents divorced and when I moved to another country to live with my father, I masturbated for the first time. Something 'led me' to take out my Dad's playboy magazine out, look at Carmen Electra and hump a couch in our livingroom. Ever since then I masturbate to women. I can't c*m if I somehow don't think about a woman's a**, or boobs, or thighs, or legs, or screams of protest. I even masturbated to the thought of my mother once. Most of my fantasies are sadistic; the thought of inflicting pain on women is my number one turn-on. Since I was about 13 or 14, I tried to masturbate to the thought of men but to no success 'til this day. I'm attracted to men, have crushes and fall in love, but I can't fantasize about them or c*m to the thought of them. This was worsened by my rape. I think the reason why I never had a boyfriend is because of all of this history. I sometimes think |
| Really, I feel bad for you. You are none of the examples listed here because they don't apply. You are only a person who has been sexually abused since the beginning and you have to stop torturing yourself for things to which you are not guilty. I could never see the satisfaction of raping a girl under any circumstance. I would prefer that they castrate all rapists. You should seek professional counseling from a qualified person about your past experiences. Preferably a woman. |
| Doubting my straightness? (I know this is long, but it would mean a lot to me if you read it. Even if you won't reply I'll appreciate your time for reading this. Thanks in advance!) Ever since I was little I had scarring sexual encounters with boys. My first sexual encounter was when I was 5 or 6 with a boy from the block. He made me follow him in one of the top floors of an apartment building that was close to where I lived. There he asked me 'How do they kiss in movies?', and so I demonstrated it to him in the air (as I thought I had good acting abilities.) Then he pleaded me to demonstrate it on him, but I said 'You're too little, only adults do that'. But somehow he forced me into it, and I kissed him. I hated it. His lips were big, moist and smelled like saliva. He didn't unlock himself from me when I tried to push him away, and then he grabbed me and stood me up into a discrete space in the hallway where I couldn't be seen. He took all my clothes off and left me only in my panties. He took his clothes off too. He lied both of our clothes down on the floor, laid me down and lied on top of me. He tried to imitate sex. All that time I was thinking 'Why is he doing this? I want to go home.' When I tried to protest, he just pushed me more to the floor, kissed me harder and rubbed against me faster. Eventually he stood up and said that we both have to go home. It was way past out curfews. He made me tell my parents a lie about a toy car he lost and how we were searching for it all this time. I came home smelling like spit, cigarette buds and other intolerable scents of an apartment building hallway. [I think that was the first time I got 'sexually scarred']... The second time was when I was about 6 or 7 years old. I was at a friend's birthday party, a boy friend of mine who was a couple of years older than me and who had a brother my age. At one instance when I was walking through their apartment in between games or something of that sort, his little brother grabbed my hand and pushed me into the bathroom. He locked the door, after which he threw me down on the floor and fell down on top of me. He was overweight so I felt like he was smothering me. He was acting like an animal that hadn't eaten in days. He tried to slide up and down on top of me, tried to get his hand under my skirt, tried to kiss me on my neck. I screamed and fought. Eventually someone heard my screams and forced the bathroom door open. The boy quickly stood up and said something along the lines of 'She seduced me' in a guy's lexicon. My parents looked shocked. When we left the party, it turned out it was all my fault and I was grounded for a very long time... I acquired yet another scar just a year ago when I was 17. I was going through some sort of psychological condition then, I don't know which exactly - manic depression, anxiety disorder etc. I invited a complete stranger into my apartment, got drunk from my own alcohol and shared a joint of weed with him, after which he raped me. Now on my 'doubting'... when I was 7-8 years old, I visited our family's summer house in the rural area of the country. There I made a friend, a girl named [as far as I remember] Katherine. We hung out most of the time. I noticed that I was attracted to her, and one time when going inside her summer house, I snuck up with her into the attic and attempted to imitate sex. I took the 'male' role while she played the 'female'. I rubbed my groin area on her butt, rubbed her thighs, kissed her neck, pouted, and got very turned on but didn't know how to 'let it out'. She seemed turned on as well, but at one point she pushed me away and said that we couldn't do that anymore. Although we did. We did 'that' every day when we saw each other, and every time we 'did it' I found myself more and more turned on. The summer ended and I had to go back home. I met with Katherine a year or so later in her home city when my family and I were on vacation then. She tried to advance on me but I wanted to act, and acted, like nothing happened before. After that we never spoke again. And after that, a couple years later when my parents divorced and when I moved to another country to live with my father, I masturbated for the first time. Something 'led me' to take out my Dad's playboy magazine out, look at Carmen Electra and hump a couch in our livingroom. Ever since then I masturbate to women. I can't c*m if I somehow don't think about a woman's a**, or boobs, or thighs, or legs, or screams of protest. I even masturbated to the thought of my mother once. Most of my fantasies are sadistic; the thought of inflicting pain on women is my number one turn-on. Since I was about 13 or 14, I tried to masturbate to the thought of men but to no success 'til this day. I'm attracted to men, have crushes and fall in love, but I can't fantasize about them or c*m to the thought of them. This was worsened by my rape. I think the reason why I never had a boyfriend is because of all of this history. I sometimes think |
| Maybe you like both men and women |