So, Let me start off by giving the
circumstances of the instance that occured to me exactly
6 months ago, on a very dark and terrifying night. Where,
finally, my twisted ways had come around and straight up
raped me in the ass with a peice of wood covered in nails.
I was currently in a relationship
with a die-hard crazy ass mormon, who, for some reason,
i loved alot. She was completely psycho, but I'm sure you
can already figure that out considering i said she was mormon.
Well, after getting to know this girl over the year we had
been dating, there were a few things about her that were
(in my opinion) extremely weird.
She was not allowed to have vaginal
sex. This excluded oral and anal sex. Basically all of our
fucking consisted of me sticking it in her ass, and then
in her mouth, with out her even hinting that i should not
at all.
I have a problem with porn. I love
watching it. And even some of this fucked up shit like japanese
girls launching eels out of their asses like the video you
posted a while ago. But, this one night, 6 months ago, really
takes the cake.
I was at home, and, to my beleif...
alone. It was exactly 11:50 PM before my 20th birthday and
so I launched up your site and proceded to check out some
new videos.
Well, your videos are extremely deceptive.
As i proceded to pull out the wang, with volume at an above-porn-rated
level, i clicked on a video which i beleived was MALE ON
FEMALE ACTION.
One more thing about this girl. Herself
along with her entire family were extremely active in the
mormon church. She was told by her parrents, and i kid you
not, that the only things she needed to follow in life were:
A. Do not converse with people who watch porn, they are
extremely wrong and are all destined to hell. B. Homosexuals
all go to hell, and anyone who is curious about homosexuality
also goes to hell. C. Don't have vaginal sex before mariage.
So, back to the night, i am merily
wanking off on my 19" monitor directly in my office
directly in front of my garage. As i'm wanking, I have absolutely
no idea what is about to occur: the most embarassing moment,
and a moment that will follow me for my entire life. My
girlfriend had decided that it would be "neat"
to surprise me right when i turned 20, by breaking into
my house, and hiding in my garage untill i got home. Well,
unluckily for her and me, the time she decided to pop out
of the garage I was full on masturbating butt naked -
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and this wasn't standard porn, it was TRANSVESTITE PORN.
AND I DIDN"T KNOW IT UNTILL THE MOMENT SHE WALKED IN.
She looks at me, gripping my penis,
with a man drilling another man-that-looks-like-a-woman
and just stands there. I turn around, penis in hand, right
after she screams. I turn back and look at the monitor,
noticing that there is now peices of feces coming out of
the mans ass.
I wanted to die. I thought, this
was, by far the worst thing that had ever happend to me
and it could not have gotten worse. I was wrong.
The next day, I get a call from her
friends who are mormon and they ask me about the situation
and tell me I should come to church with them. The bitch
had told not only her friends, but her PARRENTS, AND THE
WHOLE FUCKING CLERGY AT THE BULLSHIT TEMPLE/CHURCH DUE TO
HER NEED FOR COUNCILING ON THE SUBJECT.
Mormons proceded to knock on my door,
telling me that there was still hope for the next 3 months
of my life. I would go out to bars (I live in a very small
town in Utah) and be harassed because of what this crazy
bitch had walked in on and told everyone.
Still, nearly a half a year later,
i visit your site and masturbate because now, no girl will
get near me. Just, now when i do it, i lock all my doors,
check every vacant space in the house, and close ALL of
my blinds. i still occationally get flagged down by mormons
who know what happend and they attempt to convert me. I
want to draw a giant nazi symbol on my head so they will
leave me alone.
Stile, thank you for the porn, but
no thanks for ruining my life.
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From: Jason R.
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Subject: p00t
Alrighty, so there I was, sitting
at work as a telemarketer, fucking with everyone elses life
trying to do my job, when some asshole flips out on me during
the middle of my speech. I said fuck this, I am going on
break.
I wanted a good site I could fuck
around on so I'm browsing random websites when I see an
advertisement for StileProject... thinking I need some new
threads I figure I'll check it out. Little do I know it's
not a clothing website, and my boss happens to be standing
behind me when I click on the link.
So, 3 unemployed days later I say
fuck this, that website owners gonna get fucked up by some
hate mail from a bad ass mutha fucka such as my self, I
go back to the site, and a couple years later, here I am
emailing this bitch to let him know I'd suck his dick just
for making such an awesome site. There's nothing more awesome
than clicking on one of these videos labeled "Hot chick"
or "Hot Anal Action" and whippin out my 3 inch
hard cock to jerk off to the 1 minute and 30 second long
video, only to have me reach a climax when the camera angle
moves and reveals this hot chick is actually a nasty guy
with a huge cock. Too late to turn back, I fucking jizz
on my keyboard and go tie myself a noose with my mouse cause
I just got off to a guy fucking a tranny. And god... don't
even get me started on goatse...
Fuck you stile.
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From: Nathan D.
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Subject: poot
I've been a stile fan almost from
the beginning, although at times i have had to swear off
of it because i was fairly certain it was warping my mind.
the first time i quit the site was when i found myself aroused
at the video of the girl puking what looked to be neon orange
gatoraid while her boyfriend throat fucked her.
anyways my favorite stilevid experience
was with the
ooooooold school video of the jap girl shitting in the jap
dudes mouth, and him eating it off of the floor. i loaded
that up and then told my friend to go check out the video
on my computer. my roommates and i laughed our heads off
at the sound of him dry heaving and gaggin back in my room.
to this day, if he is drunk enough or hung over, if i get
him thinking about that video, he'll usually puke his brains
out.
thanks stile
Years
upon years ago, I saw my friend browsing a website with
a picture of a man with his own penis in his asshole. This
friend was like, "Dude, you don't know about Stileproject?"
And from then I was hooked.
I was pretty young, and I wouldn't have considered myself
impressionable, but Stileproject changed me. I realized
that irreverance was the foundation on which I must build
my life. The only concern in my life must be my own thoughts,
and I must splatter my shit upon everything else.
I started showing my friends pictures of split-apart penises,
I would talk about filling my urethra with orange juice.
I pissed on a girlfriend and had her urinate on me. I don't
even have a urine fetish, I just wanted to be unlike every
other scumbag that exists on this fucking planet.
Man, there were some good times. The live webcam suicide?
Wow, man. Thank you.
Would I have turned out the same way if I had never experienced
Stile? I don't know. Probably. But I'm glad to know that
you're out there. I'm glad to know that not everyone in
the world deserves to be nailed to a wall and shot in the
face.
-Rich
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From: Ryan G.
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Subject: poot
Hey Stile,
I've been reading your site for a
few years now, and I have to say the weirdest experience
that I've had occurred with me, my best friend, and his
girlfriend (who is Chinese).
My best friend told his girlfriend
about that 50's
vintage porn public service announcement and how hilarious
it was (we still think that "respected journalist"
probably whacked off to that stuff ten times a day). She
said that she wanted me to bring the video, so I did. We
hooked up my laptop to the big-screen TV in his living room
and played the video. We watched the whole thing and had
some great laughs. At that point, she asked to see some
other things in this "stile" folder on my laptop.
I was more than a bit worried, as I have over 6 GB of videos
from Stile Project in that one folder alone, and most of
them aren't as clean as the video we just watched. I know
for a fact that Stile Project and relationships don't mix,
because my last girlfriend caught me watching some vids,
freaked out, and then broke up with me... but that's a story
for another day.
I looked at my friend and he kind
of shrugged, so I let her look through the folder. She immediately
found one of the squirting vids and played it. She laughed
a little and asked me if I believed that girls could squirt...
I wasn't sure, since a lot of those vids looked fake. She
then told me, in great detail, that she figured out how
to squirt. My friend's eyes lit up, and I can tell you that
after that day he told me "the sheets in my dorm room
never had to be washed again, thanks in no small part to
the cleansing powers of female ejaculatory juice. That video
changed my girlfriend completely, and made her really kinky."
Yeah, it's just too bad that I never
got anything like that out of Stile. My friend and his girlfriend
have been together for a year and a half. Whenever I call
his cell phone, his girlfriend will pick up and ask me if
I saw such-and-such vid from Stile's last update. She checks
more than I do!
No lie... I never thought that there were girls like that
in the world.
So Stile, that's my story. You made
my best friend's girlfriend a completely kinky girl.
-Ryan
Oh, How you've shaped my personality.
As I sit here wearing the
stileproject hoodie I bought a while back, and being
the consumer whore that I am, I thought I'd let you know
my friends and I for a few months used to send each other
the video of the girl puking in the bucket, then playing
with it and eating more of it. It got to the point where
many of my friends would no longer accept files or click
on links I sent them, a few still don't to this day. As
for the getting caught jacking off bit, I wasn't jacking
off at the time, but before I moved out of my house my mom
definitely walked into the computer room to ask me a question,
just as I had clicked a picture link to some granny porn.
Needless to say my mom hasn't looked at me the same since.
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From: Bumsex Bandit
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Subject: poot
Stilezor,
I watched a video in which a girl drank population paste
from various bodily orifices (not belonging to herself),
which i found so utterly repugnant that, for many months,
i couldn't bear to swallow my own gob-juice; I developed
some kind of bizarre saliva intolerance; every time i swallowed
I had flashbacks of the festering cocktail of spunk-froth
and rump-chutney this poor cowering woman begrudgingly choked
down in front of her audience of masturbating fatsoes.
I'd frequently wake up in cold sweats,
gobbling valium by the bottle-load in a desperate attempt
to rid my panicking mind of images of the pulsating parasitic
anus from which she gargled down pint after pint of ghastly
foaming baby gravy. My sub-conscious became so utterly mangled
and disfigured beyond the point of repair that i decided
the only way to overcome my fear was to confront it; I would
force myself to undergo the most gruesome and shocking of
tasks, hell-bent on reclaiming a solitary ounce of my previous
state of sanity.
I would perform fellatio on roadkill
i found rotting on the motorway, i would smear neauseating
cat shit on my nostrils each morning before sitting down
to a meal of whipworm and boiled hamster anus, I would wear
a home-made aftershave, cunningly formulated using colon
of pilchard, but alas, my attempts were to no avail. I now
dedicate my life to more and more gruesome monstrous tasks,
clinging desperately to the hope that one day i might be
freed from what has become an inescapable horror.
Yours regretfully (now living in a septic tank behind the
local colon-cancer ward),
BumsexBandit.
Oh
Stile.. it astonishes me that you believe people don't throw
up watching the videos you post.
Nonetheless, I have to start off
by thanking you. You're the reason why I often "skip"
school.
I've been going to your site for
ages now and you have just never disappointed. In my quest
to become utterly desensitised you've helped me tremendously...
I've succeeded quite well. Nothing bothers me now... except
for two things. One is the smell of rotting oatmeal and
fake blood. When I took a whiff of it, I threw up instantly.
If you've never had the pleasure
of smelling it.. I suggest you do at some point in your
life.
And the other?
Well, I'm a badass motherfucker,
a tough chick, all that jazz. But when it comes to anything
shit related. I just can't fucking handle it and I don't
know why. I've been like that for as long as I remember.
When I smell a fart... I wretch. When I hear someone taking
a shit in a public bathroom, I have to leave.
Now obviously you're no stranger
to bowel-type things.
There was this one video that I watched
of Asian girls eating each others feces. As soon as the
first piece of shit was smooshed into this chick's mouth,
I vomitted all over myself. Now, a normal persons reaction
would be something along the lines of "OH FUCK. I JUST
THREW UP ALL OVER MYSELF. OH SHIT", but no.. not me.
As the remains of my technicolour yawn were dripping out
of my mouth I started laughing and screamed "FUCK YES.
I CAN PUKE!"
And fuck yes, I can puke now. Every
goddamn time I see that video. And let me tell you.. I watch
it often. Not because I get off on it (because well, I'm
not Asian). But because it gets me out of school.
Some mornings after my oh so gothic
clove cigarette I know that I just want to crawl back into
bed and sleep. But there's school! What do I do? Do I feign
a temperature and a cough? Oh hell no. I pull up my WinAmp
and put on Asians Eating Poo. Throw up a little on myself
(for good measure.. I have to make this believable) and
throw the rest up in my trashcan. I present this to my stepmother
and she sends me straight back to bed.
So thank you, Stile. Thank you for
making an impervious little girl puke her fucking ovaries
out.