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ITT: Post the most depraved/perverted/transgressive experiences you've ever taken part in. I expect the sickness to verge on literary and for the tale to be somewhat well-written, yet still autobiographical.

>> No.1886603

once i smoked a cigarette.

>> No.1886637

In the back of the club, she waited, but her friend didn't show up. She
went out for a few minutes, waiting at the top of the staircase. Looking
around the dark street trying to make up her mind. What was broken inside
of her led her back into the club. She set her self up. Straight leg
jeans and a simple blouse, thin brown hair. Thin sleek body. Young and
plain. Still, she was younger than most women in the club, and young is
enough. Again in the back of the club. Crossing her arms, moving around a
bit. Sitting by yourself is an invitation. Cruisers approach her one
after another. Eventually, what she waited for begins. He is a broad
shouldered brooklynite. Black haired with a poor complexion. He works her
foot after she gives her permission, his fingers kneading, working the
toes, the ridged parts. It makes no difference to her who he is. He has
hands, a mouth. He will do everything she wants, everything she lets him.

>> No.1886638

I once smoked many cigarettes, and still do.

Because I'm a fucking man.

>> No.1886639

>>1886637
She needs to do nothing but receive. It's her first time, she goes too
far. Lets him do more than she intended. The jeans come off. Bare thighs
separate. His hand works between them. Sweat drips onto her stomach. His
breath is on her stomach. His tongue penetrates her. She traps his head
with her legs. She looks up. A crowd presses in around the two of them.
Hands grip exposed members. The crowd pushes in further. A hand lifts her
shirt. Someone warns the others to back up. Someone is sitting next to
them. She'd forgotten. Her arm is extended. Her hand finds warm flesh.
Guided to warm flesh. Sitting next to her, but. she wants, needs. She
doesn't understand what makes it so satisfying. It makes her nervous. It
adds to the satisfaction. His mouth works on her as she closes her eyes.
She opens her eyes again. Looking into the hungry faces around her. She
arches her back a little. Involuntary ripples of her stomach. Finished
between her legs, he rises up. He lays on top of her. He kisses her
mouth. She tastes herself, and other things. Stale, sweet. She can't see
anything. His body blocks her vision. Not seeing anyone, it seems like
she is alone.

>> No.1886640

>>1886639
His weight is familiar. Pressing down onto her like. a
memory she can't acknowledge. It goes on for a while. At one point she
straddles his legs, her back turned to the crowd. The voyeurs never leave.
If they can't be touched, at least they can watch. It's her first time.
But she's been looking for this place for a long time. She started looking
before she knew what she wanted to find. The club doesn't advertise. She
found it like everyone else. Like water seeking it's own level. When it's
over, she adjusts her clothes self consciously. She walks to the bathroom.
Inside, she looks into the mirror. Afraid for just a moment. It's still
herself looking back. She feels... something. She smiles, laughs back at
her reflection. All of this suits her. Really, she's been seeking this
for her whole life. She is beginning to fall.

>> No.1886648

I once took a penny-chew from a pick and mix without paying.

>> No.1886703

i posted on 4chan one time

>> No.1886724

I raped a cat.

>> No.1886731
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1886731

I once had sex with a woman in the missionary position.

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1886748

I once ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

On RYE BREAD

>> No.1886751

mostly there's nothing to transgress anymore
i was going to tell you about licking assholes and masturbating with the underwear of family members but really the most transgressive thing is to point out that nothing is knowable and everything is arrived at arbitrarily. this sounds like low-level shit, but the more retarded grad students (my main audience) and pretty much everyone else are slowly driven mad if you play this straight... i like to think i'm doing my part to fuck things up a bit.

>> No.1886756

i went to a writer's festival in Melbourne and i was THREE FEET AWAY from the poet David Malouf. i could have asked him about his poem "the crab feast" but i totally didn't.

>> No.1886769

itt; proof (by lack of response) that /lit/ has no life experience and therefore has no chance of becoming real writers.

>> No.1886775

At a relative's birthday party in Oxfordshire, on a summer's day in the garden, among old people and glasses of wine and strawberries and cream and cricket on the lawn, I was sexually propositioned by my exceedingly attractive second cousin, who I had just met. Three or four years younger than me, but my lord she didn't look it. Cousins, naturally, are out of the question, but are second cousins? Through the heady smog of incest I was invited upstairs to her room, asphyxiated violently with a pillow until I thought I was going to die- I think I had an out of body experience- and fucked. Floating up from downstairs and the garden during this wicked congress was the hum of party chatter and light jazz on the stereo. My grandparents were somewhere down there, oblivious to an extent which seemed almost incomprehensible.

>> No.1886777

>>1886769
haven't you read? this generation's hemingway is tao lin. no experience is experience. experiencing the lack of experience. closer to god with every key i hit.

>> No.1886782

>>1886775
cricket requires a fucking big lawn. i guess i just live in a place where no lawns are this big, i can't even wrap my head around this.

>> No.1886783

>>1886777
*sniff* That's ...... beautiful.

>> No.1886787

>>1886782
This was a place where the person's lawn extended onto a huge green. Upper-middle-class country people we're talking.

>> No.1886792

Too many to tell..for a long time I was working at a strip club which catered to gay men. In most strip clubs, there is a secluded area which is known colloquially as the "vip room". Most VIP rooms are not actually secluded, because the laws that forbid prostitution, forbid that these rooms actually be sheltered from the prying eyes of a club manager. At the club I worked, the VIP room was literally a closet. It was a small room with a chair, an exposed light bulb overhead and a door that closed off the rest of the world. At gay strip clubs, the only money you'll ever make is from prostitution--this is an unspoken rule, but a rule none the less. At the time, I was going through one of my regular severe bouts of heroin addiction--heroin addiction is an amazing experience--I had no fear of consequences, I had no sense of morality. So I worked, and regularly gave handjobs to sweaty, foul-smelling loners in the closet that was the VIP room..but that was the least debauched aspect of my experience there..
Cont...

>> No.1886799 [DELETED] 

>>1886792
what city?

>> No.1886803

>>1886783
YOU KNOW IT
>>1886787
the phenomenon of upper-middle class country people has always fascinated me. there is this group of people that are no different from me (same schools, opportunities, parties, etc) but when they go back home to their village they are gods... because they can afford to spend $10 on a drink at the club their boots are licked. shit is BANANAS

>> No.1886804

>>1886799
Oh sorry i got distracted by Jay reatard videos..anyway The club I worked at was "chasers" in Charlotte, NC...a real shit hole honestly. So one night I was taken home by someone who worked at Cirque du Soleil..he was pretty cool but I really wasn't DTF at the time because I loved my girlfriend and I'm not actually gay..more of a middling number on the kinsey scale...he gave me an x pill and to get him off a little bit I shoved it my ass..it actually works more effectively if you ingest it this way and it's a great trick if you're turning tricks FYI

>> No.1886807

I am not going to lie, I masturbate to stuff like this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxjA-XC7ZSo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqmmaDRxnXE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b0rJpKd3Hto

Fuck I'm weird

>> No.1886820

I'm still a virgin

>> No.1886823

There was the time my friends and I, tripping our balls off on acid, hung a cat that had eaten some rat poison. It's a long strange story of course, but the highlights are watching my friend hold the rope with the cat on the end and wondering whether the cat would die before my friends arm strength gave out. It was a close call, but as soon as the cat stopped twitching he let his arm down and we laid the cat on a towel to take the noose off. See, I didn't think the cat was actually dead, and it wasn't. While my friend was trying to get the very tight noose off the cats neck, and getting frustrated and less careful, he didn't see the cat's eyes spark back to life just as he was turning it's head strongly to loosen the rope. So, the cat's neck broke with a crack and it as finally over for the cat. We tripped another few hours then went to work at the pizza shop at 7AM. Ah, to be 19 again....
And then there's the time I lived with a professional dominatrix for a year.....

>> No.1886829

Anyway..I got bored telling my story and I guess that's why i'll never be a writer..i've really done so much..been a traveling vagrant..hopping freight and taking planes to foreign lands..crossing the border into Jordan illegally to buy quantities of hash and trading it all for x pills from a religious cult..prostituting, the highs and lows of heroin, hitchhiking to sell hallucinogens to willy nelson, sunburns in the shape of a backpack..it is reallly too much to recall..the things is, to write it would feel pointless because I just want to live more...you can either write it or live it, i feel..so I chose the latter. Luckily there are the types who write amazing things and I love reading them, which is why I come on /lit/ lately..to troll people into teaching me something about my favorite time-killer..woosh...telling my life story now..anyway i'm terribly hungover i'm going to take some aspirins and lay down.

>> No.1886830

>>1886823
what the flying fuck, how could something that makes you feel as good and all-loving and caring for all beings as LSD does make you hang a cat!?

must be trolling

>> No.1886842

>>1886830
Oh but there is a dark side to your beloved hippy culture

>> No.1886847

>>1886830
it ate rat poison, they were being merciful

>> No.1886861

>>1886830
OK, I didn't think I would get away without the backstory.

My roomate was fucking nuts, and he adopted this cat from the streets, kidnapped the thing and made it live in our apartment. It spent all the time under the couch. Then one day we couldn't find it anymore. A week or so passed, and our neighbor started telling us he thought he had rats. Couldn't catch them with those snapping traps or any other way. Then he put out poison which was supposed to make the rat go outside looking for water and die outside, not under your sink.
Well guess what, it wasn't a rat it was that damn weird cat my roomate kidnapped and was trying to indoctrinate. The thing was howling and obviously in some kind of pain. Here it is at 9pm on a friday night (in the middle of a horrible heat wave, too, which added to the surreal scene), and we were already well dosed and starting to peak. We felt so bad for the thing we knew we had to end it's misery. I wish I cold remember the discussions we were having. At one point we were thinking of turning on the gas in the stove and trying to put it to sleep that way, and also I started running the water in the tub. I don't know why we decided on the noose, I think we thought it would be quick if we broke its neck, but my roomate just lifted the thing into the air. Very surreal scene standing around sweating and hanging a cat in that ratty apartment kitchen.
I don't pretend to be proud of this, it is what it is and was what it was. That cat lived a horrible life, evidenced by it's personality, and was probably abused before we got it. My friend really did want to heal it, he was just a little lost himself, though.
Hey, OP was looking for this, amirite?
And I think if it had been 'shrooms it might have been more flowery, but it was acid.

>> No.1886873

>>1886861
okay that makes it a little less fucked up... i guess, since you were already tripping when you found the cat dying. still though, i would have done everything in my power to get it humanely put down by a professional.

then again i can barely bring myself to kill bugs let alone a cat. they're the only animal i truly love.

>> No.1886882

>>1886873
Well we did talk about a vet, but imagine how that would have gone....ha! Putting the dying cat on our bikes and riding to some distant vet and walk in there all tripping with a cat that .....ok, that might make a fun story, but as tripping 19 year olds in our first apartment (1987 this was) our mental options were limited.
As compensation, I have been awakened every night by my wifes damned cat howling all the time. So there you go. She says its a cat but I think it's her "familiar".

>> No.1886885

>>1886882
holy shit you're old

>> No.1886887

>>1886882
hahah that is awesome..that cat is haunting you, bro..

>> No.1886891

I once, during the hormone-crazed years of my early adolescence, became so enamored with the sultry up-and-down motions of my history teacher's ample busoms beneath her knit sweater that I asked to be excused to the bathroom for the sole purpose of spanking the monkey. The handicapped stall was occupied, so I sat down in the smaller, regular one and began my business, noticing about halfway through that there was a mentally retarded student in said handicapped stall having no end of troubles excreting his shit from his bowels. His labored cries somehow reminded me of the pleasured grunts of the massive-dicked pornstars I imagined myself to be during masturbation at the time, and so his attempts at defecation served as auditory fodder for my imaginary anal pounding of the aforementioned sexpot history teacher.

Oh, also, we reviewed our teachers at the end of each year, and although this instructor was a vapid, ignorant cunt if ever there was one, I gave her outstanding marks simply because of the throbbing erections she regularly gave me.

>> No.1886894

>>1886885
Yep, haven't been hung by a gang of cats yet.

>>1886887
Tell me about it. Poe is writing that chapter in my life, if you know what I mean.

>> No.1886901

i once robbed a mexican drug dealer with my heroin friends and stole his car and went on a joy ride. Smashed is face in with a crow bar. My friend got cut. Crazy days. We ended up with like $2000 of heroin.

>> No.1886908

>>1886901
Nice. I couldn't rob my dealer though, because a reliable one is hard to come by and even if i got 2000 dollars worth of brown at one time, it's not going to last in the long run..and all things considered, i'd rather have a dealer who meets on time for the considerable future rather than a short-term gain..wait what the fuck am i talking about?

>> No.1886909

>>1886891
Amazing what puberty can do. If only it could be harnessed as some sort of energy. You could probably power the world with the energy from teenage boys boners. Einstein was working on that when he died. True fact.

>> No.1886912

>>1886908
in vegas we have so many different dealers.
this was like a tiny mexican kid. we totally smashed up his car too. we were getting off before we even drove away from his body hahah

>> No.1886914

>>1886912
haha awesome..yeah I bet vegas has loads of dealers...in the southeast they are a lot harder to come by unfortunately..my city is more of a cocaine city

>> No.1886920

>>1886914
yeah here in vegas you can get pretty much anything

i have so many stories from my early childhood. prostitution is a bitch though

>> No.1886924

>>1886920
Yeah it really is, especially if you are a male. Pay is less, conditions are way worse..my gf used to hook and make tons of money and had a lot less creepy stories to tell.

>> No.1886931

>>1886924
in my heroin days i would do anything for money.
there are some sick fucks out here.
I'd start writing my heroin novel but too many exist

>> No.1886932

>>1886909

right? No more foreign oil dependency, just hook some jumper cables up to my dick from age 13 to 17 and I could run a fleet of fucking Mack trucks

>> No.1886958

>>1886885

I've a feeling that anyone in this thread with anything interesting to say is 'old' by your definition - 16 year olds rarely have anything to say on the subject of decadence.

My lowest moment - I went home with a guy because I knew he had hash (I'm straight btw), then when we got back to his place, I sparked him out and stold about 2 oz of this crappy leb from him. But I was kind of wasted on speed, so I got him to blow me first, then I knocked him out and robbed him, I remember taking a bottle of some kind of single malt as well as the hash, and drinking it out of the bottle as I walked to the tube station at about 6.30, feeling rather proud of myself for coming up with such an elegant solution to my lack of weed.

In retrospect, it was probably wrong. But not the worst thing I ever did.