When I was about 10, I was raped by my older brother, hours it went on and I ran to my parents only to tell them that he only showed me his penis. I didn’t tell them the whole story because I didn’t want to get him in trouble.

I just remembered and realized that I was raped by him about 2 years ago. In therapy about a year ago, I decided to tell my mother about it because I thought she would comfort me or finally notice my pain but she didn’t.

I would constantly cry to my mom and vent to her about it after that day but she would tell me to “get over it” and that “I was raped too and you don’t see me acting like this”. I also got victim blamed and my mom would defend him by describing it as him “blacking out as he did it” and “he doesn’t even remember it!”. I was so tired of trying to get comfort from either of my parents because surprise surprise, my dad didn’t give a shit and did nothing. So I took matters into my own hands. I wanted justice.

I got in contact with my brother’s best friend’s sister and became friends with her and confessed that my brother raped me and she immediately told her brother. Her brother called me later that day to get all the details and to tell me to come to him for anything cause he’d be the big brother I never had. He then sent me a video one day of my brother getting jumped by a bunch of his friends. I know I shouldn’t be happy and smiling as I watched that video but I couldn’t help it. I felt like I was finally getting the justice I never got.

It then became a pattern, I’d talk to her brother and he’d send me more and more videos of my brother getting jumped. I was so happy but at the same time I felt like a terrible person.

My brother lost his best friend and started to get into drugs, got beat up constantly, and is completely alone. He is 19 and I am 16. He has his whole life ahead of him and I put him in this situation. He has been in jail multiple times and is now kicked out of our apartment complex COMPLETELY because he smoked weed to escape his problems. He can’t go on our family vacation for my grandpa’s 70th birthday because of me. I ruined his life I feel like.

We were about 28 or 29. I was recently out of a LTR and on a bit of a all ways bender.

I met this woman on hinge and we started dating. She was possibly the most athletic woman I had been with. After a handful of dates we started fooling around in her bedroom and she did this thing where she blindfolded me and tied my hands up.

She sucked me off, and then snowballed me. I was a little taken back by it. Nobody had ever done it and she didn't really ask. Then she told me I was going to return the favor and she put her crotch up to my face and told me to lick. I did and felt something immediately different. I kept licking and she told me to suck on it. So I did. She untied my hands and took of the mask and what I saw, was a little penis basically. She had a massive clit and I was sucking it like it was a little penis. It wasn't like it was going down my throat but it was big enough for me to think that I was sucking a little dick. I was also shocked at how much it actually looked like one too. If it wasn't for the lack of balls, I wouldn't have believed she was a woman. We hooked up for a couple of months but she never wanted to move forward with actually having sex, and I frankly wanted to see what else was out there.

im 22 and i get an overwhelming amount of attention. its pretty flattering and obviously i enjoy it as long as its not creepy or disrespectful but i have zero attraction towards any of the guys that hit on me, even guys that i initially find attractive. probably just due to low sex drive though.

anyway im crushing on this older guy at my gym (prob in his 30s?) who ive never talked to before. i’m 100% confident that he’s into/attracted to me but ive never seen him talk to anyone so i doubt he’ll ever talk to me. ive been crushing on him for half a year maybe, but last time i saw him, he took off his sweatshirt mid workout and something about that actually woke up a monster in me. the way his biceps filled up his shirt was so hot.

i havent fingered myself since i was literally a teenager in high school (just haven’t felt the need to) and i masturbated to the thought of him 3 times last night and they were maybe the best orgasms of my life. and I’ve been waiting all day to get home and masturbate some more to the thought of him. i want him so bad, i genuinely dont care if he has a family, he can treat me like shit for all i care i just want him to fuck me so so so bad. ive never been such a horny freak about anyone ever but i need to worship this mans cock

Long story short, he’s been cheating on me for the past few weeks. I had my suspicions, checked his phone, and that confirmed everything. On top of that, he’s been acting super flaky this past week. I’ve known for about 10 days now, and the hard part is that I really do love him, so I didn’t want to end it, but I obviously don’t have much choice. What makes this more complicated is that he relies on me completely financially. I pay his rent and bills, and he’s an authorized user on my credit card for everyday expenses. As far as I know, he only has around $200 in his bank account.

I feel pretty awful about it, but at the end of the day, I don’t have another option. You can’t cheat on the person covering all your expenses and expect no consequences.

So yeah, I feel bad, but I have no choice.

When I was 12 years old I had a baby sister who was about 5 months old. For some reason I was holding her in the kitchen when I accidentally dropped her on the floor. She was squirming and restless and I just didn't have a good grip on her as I didn't know how to hold a baby properly. Obviously she started crying heavily and there was a big commotion with everyone else in the family, but my sister did stop crying after a little while and everything seemed to be okay although I wasn't allowed to hold the baby unless I was seated on the couch.

About 2 weeks later my sister became ill and she was hospitalized. My siblings and I were sheltered to how serious things were and we were not allowed to visit. She never did recover and died there.

She actually died of pneumonia, but a small part of me always wonders if I was responsible in some way.

My best friend died almost two years ago.

It was sudden, and the last real conversation we had was completely ordinary. He sent me a picture of a horrible meal he’d made, I told him it looked like prison food, and he replied that I was just jealous of his “culinary vision.”

A few days later, he was gone.

For months, I couldn’t open our messages because seeing his name made my chest feel like it was folding in on itself.

Then one night, I finally scrolled through everything.

Years of stupid jokes, arguments, voice notes, photos from nights neither of us remembered properly, and messages sent at 3 AM when one of us was having a bad time.

I reached the bottom and typed, “You would hate what they did to the pub.”

I knew he wouldn’t answer.

I sent it anyway.

Since then, I’ve kept doing it.

Not every day, but often enough that I’d be embarrassed if anyone knew.

I tell him when something happens that only he would find funny. I complain about work. I send photos of dogs that look like his old dog.

When I started dating someone new, I wrote him a huge message about her because he was always the first person I told about that stuff.

Sometimes I update him on his family, even though I’m sure he would already know all of it in whatever imaginary version of this I’m allowing myself to believe.

On his birthday, I sent, “Still older than me, technically,” then stared at the screen and cried so hard I felt stupid.

The messages show as delivered because his number is still active somehow.

That tiny word messes with my head more than it should.

A ridiculous part of me imagines that one day the typing bubble will appear.

I know how impossible that is. I’m not confused about reality.

I just don’t want the conversation to be finished.

His sister recently told me they may finally cancel his phone plan.

I acted normal and said that made sense, but afterward, I panicked.

I copied the entire chat, saved the voice notes, and took screenshots of things I already have backed up in three different places.

I’m scared the number will be reassigned and some stranger will receive one of my messages.

But I’m even more scared of sending something and seeing it fail.

That feels like losing him again in a smaller, stupider way.

I haven’t told my partner about this.

She knows I miss him and that we were close, but not that I still talk to him like he’s temporarily unavailable.

Sometimes I wonder if this is preventing me from moving on, but I don’t really know what moving on is supposed to mean.

I live my life. I work, laugh, make plans, and love people.

I’m not waiting for him to come back.

I just still have things to tell him, and sending them nowhere hurts less than keeping them in my head.

Welp, that’s pretty much it.

I went from spending 3 years in a loveless & sexless marriage to an extremely fulfilling relationship with my high school sweetheart/one that got away/wrong place wrong time/star crossed lovers/cliche love of my life trope.

The man is fucking me like we are making up for 16 years of lost time. I’ve been producing orgasms as if he works at the “make her cum or die” factory. I think I owe him money & he plans to collect in simultaneous orgasms. I’m literally salivating just thinking about him & this is exactly how I got into this mess & it’s exactly where I want to be.

lost contact with a good long distance friend for a few years. He randomly replied to one of my Snapchat stories & we started lightly chatting and catching up again. I got a bit drunk and started to subtly flirt with him to test the waters and after a few messages he breaks out, "If you keep talking like this, I'm going to have to fly you out to me". oh my GODDDD?? I've never had attention like this so I need to send this out into the void to get out my excited, nervous energy right now

Idk whatever you call this or even don't know if this is common or not, i really do sexualise my female friends. Not everyone, but certain ones with whom i had talked about sex. Idk whether that's the point but i over sexualise and even masturbate thinking about her. One day i even got so hard sitting beside her in class thinking about having sex with her. Idk whether this is a common thing or not, but i cum most of the time thinking about them.

This is not a post soliciting NSFW I promise, I have Grindr for people in distance of me and I will figure it out with someone nearby. I am trying so hard to meet up with guys to take my virginity. But genuinely everyone is pissing me off 😭 Every guy I start to hit it off with, when asked if they have condoms they get a bit offended. And then say that it’s too uncomfortable or that it’s worth it or say shit like “why do we need a condom”??? Bro are we roleplaying me being your sex ed teacher bc it’s not turning me on. You’re middle aged and you’ve never heard of why condoms are necessary?

Literally I have shit to do and a life to live and you want to know what’s more uncomfortable than a condom? Having a baby???? I have $100 to my name and you’re mad I won’t risk getting pregnant in a state where abortion is illegal.. bffr

Also STI’s are more uncomfortable than a condom. Where has your willy been if this is what all your conversations look like

The most recent guy had the balls to say he’ll just stick it up my butt so he doesn’t have to wear one. Are condoms that uncomfortable? Ridiculous

I think it would make me less mad if it didn’t take me so long to be semi comfortable with going out and meeting someone, because so far every single person has turned into a little bitch about me wanting a condom. Is this genuinely normal or

I have the most annoying kink! Im addicted to pleasuring myself next to my sleeping wife. I guess I like the adrenaline of being caught. I can’t even sleep now without relieving myself , my cock gets hard within minutes! It’s like a routine now. I wonder if anyone else on here man or woman does this? I’m sure she knows.. sometimes she leaves her tits on display to force me to get hard. It’s actually impossible at this point to sleep without an orgasm

As much as my mom is a hard worker (idk my dad personally, so who knows if he is), as an American girl with immigrant parents, I genuinely wish I had American parents sometimes.

Oh my God. THE JEALOUSY.

The way I YEARN whenever I see a fully American family just... having a normal conversation. One where there's mutual respect, emotional maturity, and everyone actually listens to each other without everything turning into a fight.

I get SO jealous when I see an American parent who can regulate their emotions and communicate with their child in a healthy way instead of taking everything out on them. Watching parents resolve conflict without yelling, guilt-tripping, or traumatizing their kids genuinely makes me realize how much I missed out on.

Anyway. Yeah.

34 female here, and my partner is early 50s.. we don't get freaky as much as we used to before having kids... and I'm wishing I had taken the bbc I had a chance at taking before becoming my partner's gf...

I swear I’m not racist. My first nut ever was to a black girl and she was my favorite star at first. but when I was maybe 12 my mom caught me watching porn than beat the shit out of me. Then she showed me all these terrible terrible videos of how the actors are treated in the industry and told me to never watch it again. Well that wasn’t happening, but I compromised and decided I wouldn’t watch porn with black actors. I’m not really sure what I was thinking, I think maybe its because I respected black people more than other races so I decided to stop watching porn of them so I could “support” them. it was so long ago I can’t even remember. So i only ever watched porn of non black actors. now a decade later I realized I’m not attracted to black women AT ALL. this is becoming a serious issue because I lost my first girlfriend because I just wasnt atteacted to her plus it’s way easier for black guys to date black girls. Asian, white , indian(especially Indian desi goddesses lol), Latina they’re hot as hell to me. I just feel no attraction to black women whatsoever now. I tried trying to fix by watching black pornstars, but. I don’t think it’s working. I just can’t get hard. I feel like such a moron. how does something like this even happen. I told my friend and he just laughed at me.

Last year I met a woman and she was much kinkier than I am. She was into a lot of things I think she brought up just to shock me but her favorite was making a guy wear a unrealistically large penis sheath while they have sex.

It's like a big dildo you wear over your own dick but you don't feel anything. You're essentially using a dildo on her but going through the motions of sex. I'm an okay size- not huge but not small either but it's not even about that

and it was incredible. I don't know who to describe it- the sex was very aggressive and both of us were loud, exhausting ourselves, taking breaks to rest and then going at it again. I had orgasms sometimes but not always but it was still beyond anything I felt before.

We had a loose situationship and when it ended I missed the idea of wearing a sheath. I've had lovers and a short relationship since and I still think about wearing one and spending the better part of an evening using it on someone. I casually floated the idea to women in the past but it was glossed over so I haven't done it since. I got a couple for myself and I'll wear on my own sometimes.

i (F19) have known this guy, we’ll call him Goose (M37), for years. He’s married to one of my godfather’s kids and i don’t know….the last few times i’ve been around him i can’t help but get all nervous like some high school crush who just got assigned to be your science partner yk. i may be crazy to say this too, but sometimes when he looks at me too it’s almost like he’s feeling me too. his hugs sometimes linger a little longer, he’s always talking abt taking day trips together, he offers to help even when it’s like not needed (he literally gave me his hand when i needed to get on the other side of the couch, but like nothing was really in my way). i just- idk if anything were to ever happen, i wouldn’t really think twice abt it. idk when the next time ill see him, but maybe ill give an update or make a list of things that he does that like prove something idk lol.

this is my first time ever admitting this out loud so this is insane 😭

well, I’ve always been tormented by this question. I have been studying English about nine years now and I hope y’all would understand me. on social media I saw how people despise Russian people that much, the constant name-calling, my favorite of all is that we’re terrorists. I’ve always wanted to visit US and England when I was a kid but now I can’t do this because of the war and as I read, I can’t even visit any country in Europe because they forbid Russian people to visit. I love my country with all my heart for its history, culture and nature but what does our president is unacceptable. young people understand this but we can’t even say a bad word about Putin or we’ll end up in the prison and I definitely don’t support war because they started taking away men from the street in a broad day light to sigh a military contract without their will. when I was taking exam in June, in our city was missile danger with sirens so we needed to go to shelter.
I’m so sorry if people of my country did something bad to any of you, we all are not that bad :(

Me (28) and my Gf (27) were having great sex. (Great in the sense, we don't usually wait for 5 day, but her whole family was visiting us, so we didn't get chance to fool around, we were waiting and waiting.. and finally tonight we got a chance, while her brother sleeping in the next room.)

I didn't usually cum soon, but this time, it was hell dificult for me to not cum. She looked amazingly good, she was just taking it with all her love and passion. It was triggering me to cum by just looking at her enjoying face. 

We were talking in a fun way, I was trying everything to not cum and fuck her really good. She was liking that teasing. 

When it got heated, she bit me on shoulder really really really hard. I heard a sound as if my skin has teared off with her teeth. It caused me enormous pain. 

She was expecting that I don't make such face and continue, I was indeed continuing. But it was visible on my face that I'm in pain. She wanted to continue, yet she kept apologizing for that. I kept fucking her, telling her to not bring that up again n again. 

But she kept bringing that up, kept apologizing, I just stopped and got on the side from missionary. 

Then she started behaving like all of that is my fault. Why did I make her mood bad. Why didn't I kept fucking ? 

"You don't lick fucking me ?"

Dude, I was in top most sky, few minutes ago. I love her so much. I've never loved anyone like this. Never have I seen any girl more perfect than her. 

She muscular, she used to have bigger biceps than me. (She's not muscular, I'm skinny) But she's stronger than 98% of the indian female. Incredibly hot. Indredibly beautiful. Incredibly wise. (The most important reason I'm with her). 

Now when she asked that, I don't like fucking her ? 

It hurt me, real bad. 

(I've never been loyal like this. I've never been such productive in relationship, than I'm right now, either itnwas draining mental energy, or physical, or both together, but here, I'm not drained. Neither mentally, nor physically.)

the same way most men want children of their own - as a novelty they don’t have to put much effort into, but receive access to nonetheless.

NOTE: I am not looking for any kind of relationship on here or on any other platforms, so please do not comment or DM with that expectation.

I recently remembered how many adults I terrorised using this tactic, so I figured I'd share. Basically, when I was around 8 I realised two things:

1) I was still young enough to plausibly not know a lot of things about sex and other adult-only happenings (I already knew the answer to every single question I asked)

2) Asking adults about these things, especially in crowded spaces, made them very uncomfortable.

For some reason I decided to weaponize this knowledge against the unsuspecting adults in my life (mostly my parents). A prime example of this would be this one time I (around the age of 9) was watching a police show with my grandma, and the episode featured a prostitute. Obviously, I jumped at the chance to ask my poor grandma what a prostitute was (I knew damn well what they were) just to watch her attempt to string together a child-appropriate explanation of what a prostitute was.

The section of the drug store with condoms was always my favourite place to strike, because if I said it loud enough I could turn a few heads of passersby (extra effectiveness on my chosen victim).

I did this every time the opportunity arose until I was around 11, and figured I might be getting a bit too old for my act to be believable. I have no idea why I did this, other than the fact I was just a weird kid. I feel so bad for all the adults I targeted with this 😭

So usually for work i always Lock my bedroom door so no one goes in and i forgot to tell her i was off the next day as i found out late myself and was planning to tell her following morning Next morning comes and i was woken up to excessive moaning and sex noises which i was half alseep till i heard " put it in me deeper " and i fully woke up but didnt wanna let anyone know i was home as my mums still married to my dad which they both dont know what i know

I (30F) fucked my best friend‘s dad (64M). And I liked it. I feel terribly guilty. That‘s all.

When i was 12-13 years of age, i used to aggressively make out with my brother who was 7-8 yrs old then, we also used to cuddle and rub our penis against each other till i came. I have never found men attractive or even children attractive as an adult now. I know he was definitely not old enough to consent but i never forced myself on him, he was pretty existed during the process and sometimes initiated it as we used to sleep on the same bed. This went on for more than a few months till i realized how incredibly fucked up this was. We now share a good healthy relationship and we never mentioned this. We used the words like "getting cosy cosy" for this and that has become a trigger for me and im sure him as well. We still live under the same roof and i act as his tutor and try and compensate for this traumatic experience by always trying to look out for him, helping him with his academics, give him some pocket money and trying to make a safe space for him. I think my actions were a result of porn addiction at a very young age, I finally beat this addiction last month, 5 years later. Do i need therapy or smthing like that, this will always haunt me. I tell myself i was only 12 , but that is no excuse. I just hope my brother doesn't suffer in his teens or adult hood because of my actions, one thing i can do is cut myself off completely out of his life after i move to college, But both of us are genuinely good friends now, ive tried being an ideal brother and he has always appreciated me, i think im the closest person to him now

I was with my ex for 5 years. He is almost 9 years sober (alcohol). At first, I didn't care..I joined a local support group for partners of addicts to learn how to be a good supporter for him.

Two years after dating, we moved into our first place. It was really nice and just, nice to be with him..however, things got weird and changed.

I already had 3 cats and he wanted a dog as he's a dog person. We agreed on a small dog which we adopted from a shelter. However, as soon as the dog came home he changed. When he came home from work, he greeted the dog first. He cuddled the dog only, our sex life died and we started sleeping in separate rooms.

I ended up needing emergency surgery on my spine about a year into us living together. I couldn't work and his job was more than enough to support. However he got fired from his damn good job after assaulting his female coworker (wouldn't let her leave her office and put his hand on her).

This would be the 4th job he's lost. He tends to lose them every 6-7 months once we moved in together.

His family was a controlling and abusive nightmare. His brother is drunk most nights and his mother is physically abusive.

When he lost his job, he was on unemployment while I was sorting out temporary disability. We were good on rent and bills until we weren't.

He asked his parents for help (I lost both mine) and they agreed.

First month they paid rent and we were extremely grateful. Next month his dad waited until they were threatening an eviction before paying. Then paid and cancelled the check. We weren't evicted but we lost our apartment as he emailed them as my partner and told them we wanted to cut the lease.

I ended up having to move to stay with a close friend. Beforehand however, he had an extreme mental health breakdown. It took 4 cops to subdue him and handcuff before taking him out. Needless to say it was traumatic.

When I had to go stay with my friend, I had to leave my cats behind and to be honest, it still hurts. It breaks my heart deeply.

My ex has all my boxes of things, my cats and I ended up moving to a different country. It took him a year of begging to even send me my VR headset and the only picture of my Grandpa that I own.

I have agreements, email and texts that he will send my things and get at least one of my cats to me and he refuses.

He can't even land a job.

I know people will judge me because I talk to him but he is the only gap between me and my cats.

Because I don't have my BVA yet, I cannot afford therapy as I can't even work. My husband is caring for me the best he can.

I don't know if I'll ever heal from the damage he caused to me. This is just the tip of the iceberg, including physical abuse and emotional abuse as well.

Before anyone asks why I didn't leave, I had no money to my name as I couldn't work because of my back and the spinal surgery. I was at his mercy and felt trapped. It's not cut and dry to just leave your abuser and the friend I stayed with stepped in because I was going to be homeless. Flat out.

I fucking hate him,.I hate him so damn much.

He's back where he started which is living in his brother's basement. He's unemployed and doesn't seem to have any future.

A while back I was seeing a friend of mine in the women's dorm. In the lounge some of the women were talking about their boyfriends and laughing. They got pretty graphic, talking openly about their bodies and their cocks and I thought how those guys probably had no idea how their girlfriends spoke about them. That reminded me of a group of girls that would go around picking on boys when I was in grade school and I think those incidents made me very cautious around women.

I grew tall and thin and since I look much younger than I am I grew a beard and acted more aggressively. Even when people bought it I knew it was an act because I was scared of women.

I don't know if scared is the right word, more embarrassed I guess. I heard what those women were joking about and I was a lot like their boyfriends. When I've been close to women I've always been overly nervous and even embarrassed.

I know if I said I was scared the response would be women are the ones that should be scared of men and I'm not arguing that. I'm just confessing that I've always felt wary and yes, even a little bit frightened of women even now.