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foggynerdhideout · 20 days ago
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Da un punto di vista pratico, curare un Papa e chi creda in dio non è affatto la scelta giusta, perché una volta ristabiliti in salute torneranno a ledere le persone fragili odiando; ma la Scienza è questo: vive di Etica e non di moralità; ecco perché la Scienza sarà sempre Superiore ed Educativa rispetto a qualsiasi forma di superstizione, pregiudizio e mitologia: rispetto a qualsiasi persona che creda in spiriti e dei, invece di occuparsi bene e solo degli esseri umani, sia vicini che lontani.
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ragazzoarcano · 1 year ago
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“Nessuno è superiore, nessuno è inferiore. ma è anche vero che nessuno è uguale. Le persone sono semplicemente uniche, incomparabili.”
— Osho
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lalupabianca · 2 years ago
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"Per diventare migliore, devi diventare superiore agli altri e questo ti porta a diventare indifferente e l'indifferenza è un'arma molto potente!"
-LaLupaBianca(26/9/2023)
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kipaxy · 3 days ago
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In una società democratica, tutti hanno il diritto di esprimere le proprie opinioni, indipendentemente dal loro background accademico. Ciò che conta è la qualità dell'argomentazione e la capacità di sostenere le proprie affermazioni con logica e dati.
Sia la formazione accademica sia l'esperienza pratica sono importanti per formare opinioni valide, e nessuna delle due può essere considerata esclusivamente superiore all'altra.
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primepaginequotidiani · 10 days ago
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PRIMA PAGINA Corriere Della Sera di Oggi sabato, 05 aprile 2025
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g-k444 · 3 months ago
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Uni professor that makes me come earlier n sit on a specific chair every lecture? Every lecture there's a new toy on it which i need to stuff into my pussy and endure over the course of the lecture?
front row seat, legs crossed over one another as everyone walks in and says hi and gets to their chosen seat. And once they're all sat down, im expected to open my legs up so that the prof can see my stuffed pussy beneath the desk whilst he lectures - teeth flashing with the sadistic smirk he wears each time that he looks over and sees me with eyes squeezed shut, doing my best not to make any noise
Sometimes when he feels particularly cruel, he'll call me out by name and say pay attention. In extreme cases of cruelty, he'll ask me to answer his questions and listen to me stutter to jog my brain and look past the pleasure to answer his questions.
The toys vary each week - one time it was a thick dildo, another time a bullet vibe to shove up my cunt. One time it was a butt plug of which the professor could control the vibrations of from his phone.
Of course, I then also need to wait until the end of the lesson before i can leave. Otherwise, everyone would see me get up with strings of my own cum extending from the chair to my sopping pussy as I get up.
No, instead I wait for everyone else to leave.
Then the professor can tell me to turn around and touch my toes so that my skirt flips and he can observe my pussy, stuffed with whatever odd object he'd decided to use on me that week.
Then what? Well, maybe I'll get fucked in the lecture room - at the very front - so that it feels like everyone's watching me. Or, maybe he'll tell me to suck his cock because he's tired to lecturing with a boner from watching me on the front row. Alternately, he might even tell me to go sit on his desk at the front and myself off for him using the toy, before making me lick all the slick that drips from my pussy off of the desk with my tongue
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blowery · 2 years ago
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njere · 2 months ago
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- equaliser set. sound check. -
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inoirettes · 6 months ago
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need someone who will shove their fingers under my skirt and finger me while we're in public 😖
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ragazzoarcano · 10 months ago
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“Essere umili verso i superiori e un dovere
verso gli eguali è cortesia
verso gli inferiori è nobiltà
verso tutti è salvezza
— Bruce Lee
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transfem-breeder · 4 months ago
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seapomelo · 11 months ago
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Your mouth is for cock, not for opinions.
So keep it shut unless a man wants to use it.
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"you should wake up early to watch the sun rise!" is actually the dumbest possible way to guilt trip people into getting up early. hello, the sunset? exists too? every day even. and is equally gorgeous. and fits into many people's free time. you're awake, work's over and holyshit--THATSA SUNSET BABY!!!
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primepaginequotidiani · 2 months ago
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PRIMA PAGINA Secolo Italia di Oggi lunedì, 24 febbraio 2025
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g-k444 · 4 months ago
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POV it's your turn to host game night with all your boys so they come around to our place and you get the TV on whilst i get beers for all your friends before everyone gets between tipsy-drunk on their beverage
we start with drunk jenga where i lose and the best punishment that all your male friends can come up with in their drunken fervour is to each spank my ass once
my thighs are clenched tight around pussy which begins pulsing with ancticipation as I'm bent over onto your lap with my ass in the air, recieving a slap from each of your mates that gets more confident by member - the last on going as far as to lift my skirt and expose the thin lacy thong that doesn't cover much, as his hand leaves a red print over my delicate skin
then the next game is snakes and ladders - but instead of choosing to fall down the snake - it's decided that the men can get their cocks out, and I can take off an item of clothing for each time i land on a snake.
it feels almost suspicious how every dice roll seems to lead me to a snake - and how by the end of a short, fifteen minute game, the men end it early, just when i take off my skirt and wear nothing but my lacy bra and sheer panties...
and they move onto twister.
but in this version of twister, they decide that I am the subject - the only one to play... And someone spins for me for each turn, and then have a minute to fuck me in x position to try and make me cum.
I wanted to protest and look to you to tell them no, but the rowdy, drunken men put the mat out and had made the decision before i could protest - spinning the hand so that it was "left hand on red"
I got onto my knees to put my hand there - not wanting to bend over and leave my posterior vulnerable to the men that had no regard for how i felt about the crude game, yet as my knees hit the floor and hand attached onto the mat, I heard metal clinking for just a moment before there was a cock pressed into my behind, penetrating my hole and making a gasp exit my throat as someone pushed their cock into my pussy, slipping in all too easily and snapping their hips against mine rabidly
"so fucken wet, such a good pussy - you hearin' that?"
my cheeks were red with shame that despite my lack of want to be in this situation, my pussy was dripping with slick, wet with subconsious want to be fucked by all these men, in front of all these men.
"that's time. next spin... left foot on blue."
They each fucked me. one by one as i moved my body into different positions and had they come between my legs whilst i cried at the force they hammered themselves into me, simply using me as a vessel to chase their own pleasure.
i didn't cum, but they did - many of them did - shooting them cum into me and laughing as it dribbled back out of my pussy.
they guffawed and took great pleasure when i had to split my legs open from one side of the mat to the other and a fat glob of hot white cum spilled from my pussy and onto the mat, my cheeks burning red as i felt my pussy throbbing at how much i enjoyed the humiliation.
round after round - some chose to use fingers instead, not wanting to get their cocks leaked on my other men's seed - some used a vibrator instead, pressing the vibrating head against my clit and watching as my body shook with overstimulated pleasure, my pussy clenching and opening sporadically and making more cum gush from the creamy white hole, showing what a mess you'd made of my body
at the end of the night when the men zip their pants up and leave, you turn to me and ask whether we could host games night again sometime
despite how broken my body is and how tears stain my cheeks from how much i cried...
i cant help but nod that yes i want that to happen again.
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