>>17976What's the most perverted/depraved/shameful thing that you have ever done?
From junior high to freshman year of high school I was in a kind of, "weird phase". When my sister was still in high school and I was in seventh grade we had over a German exchange student for a week as my sister was taking German and participated in the exchange program. The German girl spent almost all of her time shopping for stuff at the mall(as that was the most notable thing to do over here in the states), so she spent little to no time actually in our house.
When I got home from school one day I was totally alone and after a bit of debating with myself, decided to take one of the exchange student'a panties and see what they smelled like. This was less because I actually wanted to get some kind of sexual gratification out of it, and more about the thrill. At that age I enjoyed the excitement of petty theft, bizarre pranks and generally sadistic things. Now as she was guest in our house, she didn't just leave dirty panties around her room, so I had to reach into her drawer(which she was borrowing from me) and pull out whatever pair I could find(which were almost certainly clean). I then pushed them against my nostrils and inhaled deeply. Looking back on this I could have done a lot worse. It's not like I rubbed my dick on it. Even if it was clean, knowing that she would eventually wear it would almost be more perverse. If i'm going to be 120% honest I regret that I didn't do that. The drawer she borrowed was broken when it was returned to me, so I don't feel too guilty about it or anything.
Story 2: I wanted to take German 2 in eighth grade since my sister went down that route, but I didn't take German 1 the previous year. German 2 also wasn't offered in high school so I opted to take summer lessons to skip ahead. It was a nice arrangement since the teacher would actually come to my house every other day. Now, she wasn't an attractive woman by any means. Being Turkish, short, middle-aged, and wrinkled, she didn't exactly appeal to my in that way. At the time though, I had a sort of fetish for having somebody trying to teach my something without me understanding any of what they were saying. I didn't even know about this until the lessons started, but every other day, for a straight hour and a half, I would have a raging hard-on as soon as this woman opened her mouth and started yammering on and one about what seemed like total gibberish to me. It's good that our dining room table wasn't see-through.
Story 3: Close to the end of middle school I was loitering around an empty hallway as I usually did around this time of year and somewhere on the floor I spotted a quarter which I promptly picked up and pocketed. A few minutes later, from across the hall, I could see the Principal turning around the corner and starting to close the distance between us. I had a pretty good relationship with him and he seemed to like me okay. He was a kind of doughy, really, overly nice guy. His favorite TV show was America's Funniest Home Videos. He was kind of southern in his oh shucks kind of mentality(we lived in the North East). In that moment I remembered that it was his birthday. Last year I got him some cheap, shitty, uncomfortable earbuds. Just for the hell of it, I exchanged greeting with him and then offered him the quarter that I just picked from off the floor while saying happy birthday. Seeing him pause for just a moment, slowly pick it from my palm and sort of mumble thank you anon while still trying to smile really got a kick out of me.
Last Story:In freshman year of high school I was severely sleep deprived. As a consequence of this I would frequently get erections during class. At first I got rid of them after a few minutes by thinking about lemon party or something like that, but I eventually stopped bothering. This wasn't really that big of a problem as nobody notices that kind of thing when you're sitting at a desk. In English(first period) the boy in the seat in front of and to the left of me did start to notice though. He was a kind of spacey, but athletic type. When it first happened he had shocked, wide eyes and he stared at it for minutes at a time. He then did this same exact thing every time. It unnerved me just a little at first, but eventually I kind of started liking the idea that the guy must be enraptured or something. It seemed amusing to me that some guy would be interested in my genitals so I started assuming that that must be the case.
You now know my shame, so please let me know yours.
