Hm. I guess I'm not all that nasty, because I can't bring to mind any stuff I actually regret or haven't come to terms with in the fullness of time. The thing I regret most is slacking on my studying, but that's a bit boring to come here with. I've done a few messed up things, though.
During my grandfather's funeral (I was about 14 or so at the time), the service got really boring at one time and I excused myself to the bathroom just to get a break. Once there, I suddenly decided I should masturbate. It wasn't like I was turned on at all, I just thought I'd do it so I could say I had masturbated during a funeral (not that I know why I'd ever want to tell that to anyone). It was very cold and dispassionate and far from satisfying, and afterwards I just went back inside. When I look back at it, I can feel a bit creeped out by that, but I don't actually regret it as such, since it really didn't hurt anyone.
I once kissed my little brother, back when we were like 12 and 10, respectively. Not like a affectionate kiss on the cheek or the forehead (as I still do; my bro is awesome), but an actual tongue kiss. We were lying on top out aunts bed, only dressed in trunks because it was really warm. I was mostly asleep, and I think he was totally asleep. In some way, we twisted and turned so that our lips came up really close to each other, and I'm not quite sure if I did it on purpose or not, but I slid my tongue in between his lips. I had about time to register that it felt nice before something in me panicked and I pulled away, waking him up as well. He never mentioned it, so I don't know if he registered, but it worried me for a good month afterwards.
On a slightly different note, two girls once tried to talk their way of out the ticket price on the place I was working by offering to let me fondle their boobs. I was about 17 at the moment, a virgin (and at 23, that is still the state of the matter, boohoo) and easily duped. I knew the type, though: I wasn't going to get any money from them in any case, and the business that night was to good to make a big deal out of two passengers and slow the whole thing down. Naturally, there was no privacy on board, so we had to wait until we reached our destination where, being a busy night as I said, we immediately got a full load again and had to leave right away. The ladies ran off waving at me, and I cursed my foolishness. Now, I still don't think I'd have gotten any money from them, not matter what, but I wish I'd not have been fooled like that. It stung my pride.
During my grandfather's funeral (I was about 14 or so at the time), the service got really boring at one time and I excused myself to the bathroom just to get a break. Once there, I suddenly decided I should masturbate. It wasn't like I was turned on at all, I just thought I'd do it so I could say I had masturbated during a funeral (not that I know why I'd ever want to tell that to anyone). It was very cold and dispassionate and far from satisfying, and afterwards I just went back inside. When I look back at it, I can feel a bit creeped out by that, but I don't actually regret it as such, since it really didn't hurt anyone.
I once kissed my little brother, back when we were like 12 and 10, respectively. Not like a affectionate kiss on the cheek or the forehead (as I still do; my bro is awesome), but an actual tongue kiss. We were lying on top out aunts bed, only dressed in trunks because it was really warm. I was mostly asleep, and I think he was totally asleep. In some way, we twisted and turned so that our lips came up really close to each other, and I'm not quite sure if I did it on purpose or not, but I slid my tongue in between his lips. I had about time to register that it felt nice before something in me panicked and I pulled away, waking him up as well. He never mentioned it, so I don't know if he registered, but it worried me for a good month afterwards.
On a slightly different note, two girls once tried to talk their way of out the ticket price on the place I was working by offering to let me fondle their boobs. I was about 17 at the moment, a virgin (and at 23, that is still the state of the matter, boohoo) and easily duped. I knew the type, though: I wasn't going to get any money from them in any case, and the business that night was to good to make a big deal out of two passengers and slow the whole thing down. Naturally, there was no privacy on board, so we had to wait until we reached our destination where, being a busy night as I said, we immediately got a full load again and had to leave right away. The ladies ran off waving at me, and I cursed my foolishness. Now, I still don't think I'd have gotten any money from them, not matter what, but I wish I'd not have been fooled like that. It stung my pride.
