A nightmare that you witness in real life — usually involving a deeply inappropriate and shockingly public act of masturbation. A jerkmare hits when disbelief, disgust, and surreal chaos collide, leaving you permanently scarred and unsure if you’re awake or hallucinating.
There was this elderly lady in a little yellow car crawling along ahead of me. The minibus between me and her was tailgating her like mad, honking non-stop. I was stuck behind them, gritting my teeth, trying to keep calm.
That’s when I saw it — a white Honda Fit swerving wildly in my rearview mirror. At first I thought it was just another impatient driver trying to weave through. But then I got a clear look I gasped loudly who was driving the reckless Honda fit, it was Jeremy. My teacher in school, known as Mr. Thompson. And he wasn’t just distracted by his cell phone. He was… masturbating. While driving. Full-blown, screen-on, volume-up — I could hear the porn blasting through his speakers even with my windows up. It was unreal. Like something out of a nightmare. And he wasn’t even trying to hide it. It wasn’t just gross. It was a full-on jerkmare.
That’s when I saw it — a white Honda Fit swerving wildly in my rearview mirror. At first I thought it was just another impatient driver trying to weave through. But then I got a clear look I gasped loudly who was driving the reckless Honda fit, it was Jeremy. My teacher in school, known as Mr. Thompson. And he wasn’t just distracted by his cell phone. He was… masturbating. While driving. Full-blown, screen-on, volume-up — I could hear the porn blasting through his speakers even with my windows up. It was unreal. Like something out of a nightmare. And he wasn’t even trying to hide it. It wasn’t just gross. It was a full-on jerkmare.
by EMD F59PHI July 22, 2025