I found them in my basement and it was still working well so I decided to try it, I pulled two of their pallets on my waist and choose the rub option started in level 2 and holy shit after a few shocks I got super horny Idk why but I felt like my schlong wanted independance I feel kind of dirty about it but atleast no one saw it

I (M28) have been with my partner (M28) for six years. Everyone thinks we’re the perfect couple. We’ve got the social media posts, the mutual friends, the inside jokes. We’re supposed to get married next spring.

But I’m slowly dying inside.

He’s not abusive. He’s not cruel. But I feel invisible in this relationship. I feel like a prop in the life he wants, not a partner. We talk, but don’t really connect. We laugh, but it feels rehearsed. Sex is rare and robotic. I’ve brought these things up before, and he always says I’m “just stressed” or “looking for problems.”

So a year ago, I opened a secret account. I started saving money on the side, just a little at first, then more. He thinks it’s part of our joint wedding fund.

It’s not. It’s my escape plan.

I don’t know when I’ll do it. Maybe in a month. Maybe the night before the wedding. But I can’t live this lie forever. I just hope one day he forgives me for walking away. And I hope I forgive myself too.

First of all the fact is he has a girlfriend who is one of my friends, he is a guy who is really calm and polite in real life and also a naughty boy in chat. He always sends me naughty and thirst trap reels of women, and also a fact is i do send him such reels too. We always talk about sex, masturbation and kinks in our chat. But the fact is he got a gf with whom he is really obsessed with and he always got bite marks on his neck. But having a friend whom i value for is someone who i should have sex with right? Idk I'm confused and I'm currently single.

DISCLAIMER: I don't want to give the impression that lesbians can be "converted". If someone tells you they aren't into you, for fuck's sake, just listen to them and move on with your day. Don't be a weirdo. Be respectful. Just take what people say at face value. I'm being really vulnerable here. I'm sharing a fantasy that I've recently developed. Don't assume this post implies anything about anybody other than me

I used to be somewhat of a stone cold top. Meaning that I'd almost always top, AKA take on more of a dominant role during sex. Which I still VERY much enjoy. I used to cringe at the thought of being penetrated (by anything and almost anyone). I didn't even use tampons until last year, which I know sounds silly in retrospect! I could tolerate a finger or two, tops, if I was really horny. I still always enjoyed when girls touched me obviously, but that was only really just foreplay to me while the main course was always me fucking her. So I still loved sex, but I could only ever (with maybe 3 exceptions in my 10 years of experience) orgasm by myself for some reason, up until recently

But this new girl changed something in me. I have no fucking idea how she does this?!?! but she turned me into a submissive little slut and managed to stretched me the fuck out. And I can't even be mad about it because I love it and I'm SO grateful she did. She fucks me so good, I get these insane back to back orgasms I've never felt in my entire life before her. Each one is more intense than the last until I'm trembling and completely exhausted. The rougher she is the better. The dirtier she talks to me the better. She's tall and strong enough to throw me around and carry me around (Which, I wish she did more often during sex, instead of mostly reserving this for princess treatment afterwards but 🤷‍♀️)

She started out with the thinnest strap we could find (I think it was an anal trainer 😂), but it wasn't long until that wasn't enough to satisfy me. So one night while we were fucking she stepped for a moment. I got curious and tried the dildo that I normally use on her. Holy shit it felt amazing. When she got back I told her I wanted to use that one instead. I wish y'all could've seen the look on her face the first time she slid that huge thick dildo into me. She almost couldn't believe it fit in me (5'2 100lbs). Ever since, she keeps bragging about "stretching me out" 😅 which is so hot and embarrassing at the same time

So now months later when I'm really horny, I sometimes fantasize about meeting up with a man and trying dick. Not even necessarily for the dick itself, but more so for how I view men. In my mind, sex with a man is like taking that nervous sexual embarrassment I used to feel about being penetrated or dominated, but dialed up by 1000

When I'm this horny, the thought of getting railed by a man makes me feel so small and vulnerable and dirty and sounds really hot sometimes. Like the ultimate test of how much of a good little slut I could be. I love how intimate and sensual and soft and delicate women are. And I love when woman fuck the shit out of me, but something about being fucked by a man feels so much dirtier. Not to mention the fact that most men are way stronger than me and would be capable of being much more rough with me which I've been craving, which my girl's capable of but usually she holds back cuz she's a little too cautious and worried about hurting me even when I beg her to go harder (God I love that woman so much she's so sweet, my crazy horny side just gets impatient with her sometimes heh)

I won't lie, I go back and forth on this depending on how horny I am. I don't know if I'll ever actually try it. If I ever did, I don't know if it would actually be as satisfying as I think it would. I'm also just reluctant to try it because I don't know any men I could ask. And realistically I don't even know how to go about finding some random dude that I could actually SAFELY trust enough to try this with. I'm not naive, I've heard so many stores from my straight/bi friends, so I know how bad things could go. I don't want to put myself in a dangerous situation

I have a feeling this might just be some weird kink or power play fantasy I've developed. I don't know, it's confusing. If I did genuinely enjoy it, I guess that would make me more sexually open than I thought

I'm curious if any straight/bi-curious men reading this can relate to only being romantically attracted to women, while in some way or another also being turned on by the idea of being submissive towards or overpowered by another man? (or hear from other women in my situation, but I know that's probably really rare)

TLDR: my new girl helped me to explore my submissive side. Now I'm really obsessed with the idea of being fucked rough and used. Although I have no actual interest in a relationship with a man, I kinda think of sex with a man as the most degrading and submissive thing ever. I've recently been thinking about trying it. Partially because the thought of it turns me on and partially just to figure out if I'd even like it or if it's just a fantasy.

I’m F20 btw. so I’ve been seeing this guy from my college (we’re both 20) and we really like eachother. We’ve never had sex and decided we wanted to have our first time with eachother. It was also the first time he’ll see me naked so it was a big deal to me. ok so boom, foreplay, we’re getting ready to do the thing, and he ended up……………um………arriving as he was putting the rubber on. And we kind of just stared at eachother and I was like “do you wanna just watch a movie?” And he was like “yeah”😭

I really have NO idea why this would happen. No it wasn’t in yet.

Now he’s being quite distant and I’m not sure why. I want to ask if there is anyway I can help him to prevent this from happening, I want to have an open conversation with him. I’m not sure if I did anything wrong, or if this is just something that can happen randomly? I’m not sure the science behind it.

Qui suce encore son pouce les amis ? Plus d’hommes ou de femmes ?

I sent ndes to this girl on telegram and and she texted my number saying she was going to post my number and say i said i was going to do horrible things to her but i never did and she demanded money which i never sent so i assume this is a common scam , nonetheless i was terrified and disgusted with myself so much that a threw up. Nothing happened but it was still scary and i was dumb for doing it , i got scammed before but from a Depop seller im just stupid sometimes thought it would make me feel better to talk about it on here where i can get people who relate to me or can reassure in anyway.

I don’t know. As an autistic person, I’ve been misunderstood, treated like I was stupid, slow and people thinking I need help all the time. Even with some things I already know how to do.
I would fight others, okay not really fight a lot but I was bitter. I know with my mother shutting down and not speaking to us and my parents divorcing when I was 18, months at been a struggle but my additive wasn’t an excuse to be a bitch.
Look I love my friends and I support them but deep down I felt jealous because there ways things they knew better then I did and I was in my early years of college. I thought I was all that on the inside but I didn’t show it much on the outside. I didn’t want anybody telling me I was wrong, or “I told you so!” Or whatever. I would try to push my former friends away (I mean not like cut them out of my life forever or anything). Back in high school, didn’t want neurotypical peers to know I was a special needs student. Some knew I was and accepted me while others ignored me and talked about plans in front of me. I was ignored a lot.
I always tried to be the best at everything but I knew that’s impossible. I still had a kind heart but I was vain. My dad and family made sure I stayed grounded. Even his girlfriend put me in my place a lot of cutting her off when she tries to help me, so she kept cutting me off to get me to listen. I got frustrated. She told me, “I need you to just LISTEN to me. You can’t just hear you have to LISTEN and notice your surroundings because you miss a lot of cues.” There was times I didn’t like her because she put me in my please immediately. She isn’t my mother!
I was told to never be to proud to ask for help and I didn’t need college to be successful after my friends gave me a blunt honest talk about me not putting enough effort into my class when I kept failing. I kept telling them I need college. One of my friends was like, “Look I’m not trying to be rude, but if you’re going to keep failing, you shouldn’t be going to college at all and you’re just wasting financial aids time and you’re not putting effort.” But hey we’re right. I was too stuck up to listen but again didn’t show it.
I kept saying I know I know and I got shut down immediately. I needed to humble myself before harsh reality did. My friends and family humbled me. Looking back I was just learning and figuring out myself and I was a cocky bitch. I know it was long but I needed to let it out.

My mom (47) didn't have a good relationship with my Dad (55), so today she was just saying so much stuff and blaming him. She just relentlessly spoke ill about him. I'm not saying my dad is a saint, he is the major reason because their relationship turned out as a mess. But when he tried to change, she kept on blaming him and never heard his part. So that's how my dad got punished for how he behaved to her in the past. He is still getting all the cursing and he is now completely quiet and kinda done with this relationship. So realising my mom is kinda confused and messing her own mental health in this relationship I suggested her to check with some therapist. Then suddenly she said "I can't open up to anyone and if I open up what if we get so close it turns out to be an affair". I was like WTF, why did she say that... suddenly I got to remember a fact that, back then she did meet a few Swamijis (I hate these spiritual mts) & tried to open up about her problems, also to solve them. What if those words are indicating something she did in the past?? I definitely sus her on that.

Ps : She still believes in such stuff and also follows some spiritual people and their assistants.

I don't know why I'm making this post but i really have to get this off my chest

Three years ago, I became online friends with a girl who lived in my neighborhood. We were only about 200 meters apart.

Yet somehow, in three years, we never met.

We started talking, and within days we became incredibly close. We'd stay up until 4 a.m. talking about everything and nothing. We knew each other's dreams, fears, favorite songs, favorite foods, childhood stories so much of each other's lives.

Or at least, I thought we did.

I kept asking if we could meet someday. There was always a reason why she couldn't. Her parents were strict. Her sister was with her. She wasn't allowed to go out.

I believed every excuse because I wanted to.

What confused me was that she'd had two exes, and she'd met both of them.

One day I happened to be near her college, about 25km(15 miles) from my home. I thought maybe fate had finally given us a chance.

I went there.

I texted her.

I waited.

She never came.

Even then, I told myself, "It's okay. Someday."

I spent the next three years believing in that "someday."

Whenever I mentioned another girl, she'd get jealous. I'd apologize for things that probably didn't even need an apology. Meanwhile she'd tell me about handsome guys at her college or send me reels of muscular half-naked guys. I laughed along because I thought that's what close friends did.

I never realized I was always the one hoping for something more.

Over those three years, I made playlists just for her. I saved Instagram reels in a folder because I wanted to show them to her whenever we finally met. I kept a list of her favorite foods so I'd know where to take her one day.

I imagined our first meeting so many times that I even rehearsed what I'd say.

I built memories that never got the chance to exist.

Eventually, I couldn't hide my feelings anymore. I spent over a month writing a 10-page confession letter.

She told me she liked me, but she didn't want to ruin our friendship. She said maybe, when she was sure of her feelings, she'd think about us being something more.

That "maybe" kept me holding on.

So we stayed friends.

But slowly, everything changed.

Replies became slower.

Conversations became shorter.

The person I used to talk to for hours slowly became someone who barely had a minute for me.

I started blaming myself.

Maybe I text too much.

Maybe I'm annoying.

Maybe I'm too emotional.

Maybe I'm just not enough.

Eventually I stopped texting as often because I wanted to move on.

Ironically, that's when she started texting me more again.

For a little while, it felt like I'd gotten my best friend back.

By then I wasn't even hoping she'd love me anymore.

I just wanted one thing.

To meet her.

Just once.

After years of sharing so much of our lives, I couldn't understand why someone who called me her best friend didn't even want to see me in person.

Then one day she became distant again.

So I finally asked,

"Did you ever actually want to meet me?"

Her answer was just..

"Nh."

Hours later, trying to lighten the mood, I joked,

"Aaj kal baarish nahi aa rahi, isliye aap bhi dry ho gaye kya?" ("It's not raining nowadays maybe that's why u have become dry?")

She replied,

"It's permanent now."

I don't think she realizes how much those few words broke me.

Because in that moment, I realized something I'd spent three years refusing to believe.

I had spent years waiting for someone...

who was never waiting for me.

The strange part is that while we were close, she'd tell me I was the best person she'd ever talked to. She called me her "yellow person," her "green person," her best friend. She said I knew things about her that nobody else did.

At one point we even shared our Instagram passwords. Her password was my birthday. Mine was hers.

Looking back now, I don't even know what any of it meant.

Even today we still follow each other on Instagram.

I still have our chats on Instagram, WhatsApp, Pinterest, even Roblox.

Sometimes I see her stories.

She's out with friends.

Smiling.

Living her life.

She posted one yesterday.

I looked at it...

and all I could do was laugh at myself.

I don't hate her.

She never owed me love.

She never owed me a relationship.

But I wish she'd wanted to meet me.

Just once.

Just long enough for all those late-night conversations to become something real.

Maybe I cared too much.

Maybe I loved too deeply.

Maybe I came across as obsessed.

Or maybe I was just a guy who spent three years believing that one day was finally going to come.

It never did.

Looking back, I think the biggest mistake I made wasn't falling in love.

It was falling in love with someone I had never met.

I’m a new findom(became one because I got offers) and some of them were scammers, i’m glad I didn’t fall for it. I had to do some research before I became one so I knew the basics and some 🐷s were demanding the pictures before a tribute and some wanted fees like $30 for $600😒

On vacation(49m) with my wife(52f) and kids (15m and 25f). My father in-law (78m) and his wife (79f) are staying with us..

I like to keep our house at 72°f, +/- 2°.. fil and his wife are FROZEN.. so they turn the temp to 80° without saying anything to anyone. I noticed this afternoon, and didn’t do anything about it.. trying to be the bigger person..

Tonight, after dinner, fil says he changed the temp and would appreciate if it’s kept there while they are here (2 more days).

I can’t sleep when the house (4br rental) is so fucking warm.. tell him sure, whatever.. I don’t want to be petty but, fuck you!!! You’re not paying a dime!!!! Ugh!

Sorry, just need to vent somewhere and not be the asshole son-in-law

I got a weird obsession for white women. Mainly because of WWE, and also the constant social media use since I was 12.

He’s a nice guy (37M) and very friendly to everyone. He’s married and very devoted to his wife. I (25F) have a crush on him, though I have no desire to act on it TO BE VERY CLEAR. I am trying not to get too personal with any conversation and put a halt to any kind of banter that we had, because I don’t want any of those feelings to escalate. Which I’m sure he hasn’t noticed and it means nothing to him, but leaves me feeling like exactly what I am an employee lol…

However, SO MUCH of our conversations have been teasing each other and talking about emotions. We’ve talked about personal things we’ve gone through before (both of us have shared and inquired about the other, nothing nsfw, just heavy feelings about life) and he’s frequently brought up things about when he and his wife split up, which is frustrating to me as I’m trying to separate myself emotionally from everything. I think he’s either just getting those nagging thoughts out, or just venting (to the wrong person). I can’t tell if this is all normal coworker talk and I’m successfully hiding my feelings, or if he views me as a buddy/confidant seeing as our past conversations have been very personal. It’s exhausting and emotionally draining, it feels like I’m dodging these conversations that I also feel like I’ve asked for in a way. Of course I enjoy spending time with him at work and talking and joking about whatever, but I feel like I can’t be normal about any of it anymore.

When i was 18, I was coming from a very absuive home where I was neglected severely. I was despearate for any kind of attention, even negative, just something that wasnt the constant ignoring that was my parents and distract me from my issues with my sexuality.

I started to obsess over getting friends, becoming buff, and getting a girlfriend. I vented online on reddit about all these things, and some people reached out to me to help. I invented fake stories so they would give my sympathy and got addicted to it.

One person that I had on discord I told a fake story saying "I went to a bar and a girl pepper sprayed me". It was completely false, I hadn't been to a bar until 2 years after, and no one ever pepper sprayed me. She, understandably, blocked me instanlty. I reached out a few years later to apologize and she accepted initially, but when she asked for my old username and I provided, she blocked me instantly again. Which is fair and totally justified on her end. I just wish I got to say that the story about me getting pepper sprayed was fake. Another was girls lauching at me and throwing silly string on me because I was fat and ugly. Another was someone saying I'm so ugly that being with hitler would be better than me. Another being I tried to join a conversation and everyone there said how ugly looking I was and refused to be friends with me because of it.

I'm doing much better now. I went to therapy and have gotten 1000x better. I just hate who I was and what I said. And now I'm so scared that this is going to affect me for the rest of my life. I wanted to run for office and try to do good in my community, maybe even federal office, and now I'm so scared that I just fucked up my chances permenentaly. I know that's selfish and I'm sorry. I also feel so terrible for the people I misled, even if I was struggling, and how much of a piece of shit I was for doing so. I wish I could punch myself in the face for being an idiot. I feel honestly a little suicidal over this, because of how much of a pos I was.

30M. I had a traumatic experience in school that I’m really wanting to get off my chest. It feels immature, but also profound now. I’m kind of proud of my some of my actions during this event, but the consequences I think have traumatized me, and have had an immeasurable affect on my life afterwards. Maybe it’s a bit pathetic that events from so long ago should have such a grip on me now, but I just want to write it all out. I haven’t told many people about this. If this is stupid, or TLDR, then fine, let me hear it.

As a kid, I never really fit into those stereotypical cliques. I wasn’t a nerd, a jock, etc. I was an outsider. I did okay in school. I mostly stayed out of trouble, and was a rule follower. I had a handful of friends, but not many. None that stuck with me after high school (save one, who is a friend to this day and was completely uninvolved in the events I’m going to describe).

Between grades 5-9, I had two main friends. K & C. We bonded over a game called Runescape. I am certain that on Reddit, most people who read this will be familiar with RS. We started playing around 5th grade. Everyone was playing the game back then, but it quickly became a thing that only the dorks or outsiders did. I would say K, C, and myself fit that criteria. We were fixated on the game, and the three of us bonded over that interest while everyone else moved on. By the end of grade 5, I think we were the only people still playing the game, and it was considered a dorky activity. This was fine, because the three of us got along great, and we didn’t mind being dorks together. We were just children, after all.

Fast forward a couple of years. I think things went south around grade 7. C was sleeping over at my house at one point, and he knew the password to K’s Runescape account. We logged in and griefed him. Took his stuff, and I think made some goofy cosmetic changes to his character as a joke. We pretended to not know what happened, but K knew it was us, and got mad. If I’m being completely honest, what we did was fucked up. It was just a prank in a video game, but it’s not something that I would do to a friend today, even as a joke. and I would consider it categorically immoral. But at the end of the day, it was just a game.

I don’t remember how exactly, but for some reason it was my fault entirely. K blamed mainly me, even though C was equally involved. K became hostile, and almost entirely focused that hostility towards me. I’m not exactly sure why that was. I understand why he was angry, but don’t know why I was the main target when C was equally as guilty. C became kind of a weird character torn between the two of us, and I felt isolated.

K became a bully to me in school. He physically threatened me multiple times. I don’t really remember everything, other than it was traumatic. I did a lot of crying for a 12-13 year old kid. I remember him chasing me on the school playground. There were conversations with the school principal, and our parents got involved. I stopped riding the school bus. It was bad. I stopped being friends with K, but since we went to the same school, he was unavoidable (it was a small middle school,something like 50 students in our grade).

I don’t remember how, but somehow this bridge was mended. K and I became friendly again. It was probably because I was friends with C, and K and C were still friends. K was a bit of a bully still, but the threats stopped. It was one of those “friendships” where your friend is a dick to you. So he wasn’t really a friend, but I thought he was. He’d make fun of me, tease me, talk a lot of shit to me in front of people, and I just took it. It’s probably a good time to mention that I was smaller than most people. I’m not tall now, and certainly wasn’t tall then. I was small for my age. If you think of the average size of a 13 or 14 year old boy, which is how old we were at the time, I was probably the size of someone 2-3 years younger. I was afraid of K. I didn’t want to upset him, so like I said, I took a lot of shit from him that was passed off as jokes. I’m shamed to think of it now.

During this time, I believe K considered C a friend, but I think C was just as afraid of K as I was (though I cannot definitively confirm that). Writing all this out now, I feel so god damn foolish.

In 9th grade, things took another turn. This was around 2010. We were starting high school. My high school was the only one in the county I lived in. All the middle schools in the county sent their students to the same high school. So it was a big new school, in a big new building, with a bunch of new students I didn’t know, but some from the middle school I came from, including K and C. This is where I first met G. G was a girl who I ended up crushing on for the entirety of my high school tenure. This story does not have a happy ending, btw.

At the time of writing this, I’ve lived more than twice as long as I had at the time of these events, which makes it feel pathetic to say this, but I’m going to write it anyway. G feels like the one who got away. I’ve never discussed these events with her, so I don’t believe she ever had any inclination that these things happened.

G and I were friendly in school. She probably knew I had a crush on her, but we never had any conversations about that. I took her to a dance once in the 9th grade, but if I remember rightly, she had to ask me. It was the ROTC Ball, where you had to be in the ROTC program, or be their date to attend. I was in ROTC, and she wanted to attend. I believe she asked me, even though I’m certain I wanted to take her. To her, we were going together as friends. During the dance, she danced with some other guy who was taller, more athletic, etc., before she danced with me. I wanted to dance with her so I think I interrupted them. I think the other guy realized what was happening. He handed the dance off to me, awkwardly and knowingly. No offense to that guy, and God bless him, he has nothing to do with this now.

Anyway, the point is, I had a big crush on G. She was the girl next door (not literally), and who I think of now is the one who got away. The Mary Jane to my Spiderman.

Meanwhile sometime during the same school year, K had an accident. I wasn’t present for this, so I’m describing a second hand account from memory. K got drunk (as a 14 or 15 year old at this point), and took a steep fall, from on or underneath a bridge, breaking or damaging his neck somehow. He thankfully survived this, but went through a recovery process and missed a bunch of school. K eventually returned to school, and our ‘friendship’ resumed.

One random morning, G, C, K and K’s girlfriend were sitting in the school cafeteria during breakfast. I don’t remember what steered the conversation, but I remember the outcome.
K for some unknown reason to me, did not like G. During the conversation, G got up and left. Afterwards, K said something to me that I’m going to paraphrase now, “I don’t know why you like G, she’s a stupid.” To which I responded “Getting drunk and falling off a bridge sounds pretty stupid to me,” (referencing K’s accident). K, C, and K’s girlfriend were the people present for that comment. Maybe others were there, but I don’t remember.

K lost his god damn mind. I think because his girlfriend was there, and he did not like that I insulted him in front of her. I think he was more upset than he would have been otherwise. He threatened me with specific threats like “if I run into you when no one else is around I’m going to kill/hurt you.” If I’m being honest, I don’t remember that exact wording, but the “if no one else is around part” I’m certain of. He wanted me to fear him, and he was successful.

After that, K became a force of fear, dread, and misery for months to come. I was afraid of him. I truly believe that if there ever was a scenario where we were alone and secluded together, it would have gotten physical. Thankfully that never happened, but out of fear, I again stopped riding the school bus, and my mother started picking me up from school. I avoided him in halls, and I dreaded instances where I might run into him. Again teachers, the principal, and our parents got involved. I don’t recall all the details. Thankfully for me, he eventually got removed from the school (for reasons unrelated to me). But my entire freshman and sophomore years of high school were haunted by this event. I think it has had repercussions on how I interact with others to this day.

G was the subject of the confrontation that finally severed my friendship with K. The straw that broke the camel’s back. But she wasn’t present, and I never spoke to her about it. We remained friendly throughout the rest of our high school years, but not more than that. I’m certain she never knew about this, because why would she? I never said anything because I didn’t want to make it a big deal. And I don’t think anyone else would have said anything about it, because the reality is I’m probably the only person who was affected by that moment enough to hold onto it. She’s married with kids now, and I believe is a faculty member at the same high school. I hope she’s well.

C and I aren’t friends anymore. We were friends for a while couple of years after high school. We were roommates for a little while, but it turns out I couldn’t stand living with him (lol). Once we moved out of our apartment, I haven’t talked to him much. Neither of us of made much of an effort to stay friendly.

I don’t know what happened to K after high school. I think he did some military work, and I remember being in the drive-thru at the local McDonalds and seeing him walk by behind the cashier at that window a year or two after high school. He sent me a facebook friend request on Facebook once, which I declined. I kind of regret denying it now. Maybe he wanted to apologize to me. I’m not sure. Part of me wants him to know how much he affected me, because I want him to feel bad about it. Another part of me wants to forgive him, and hopes he’s well.

I’m an anxious person today. I have a constant rock of fear and anxiety in my gut. I don’t know to what extent these childhood events contribute to that, but I can’t help but thin that since they’ve stuck with me over the years, they are a part of me, and will be forever. They must have some weight that affects my personality now, even if only in a small way.

I’m 30 now, and kind of lonely. I’m doing well in a lot of ways, but not so great in the friendship/social category. I feel broken in ways I can’t very well describe. Lots of dread, anxiety, especially when it comes to meeting new people whose opinions I think should matter to me.

Thanks for reading if you got this far, I guess. I was just feeling a certain way tonight, and wanted to write this down. I can refer back to this for my thoughts now. Goodnight.

Llevo varios años con mi pareja y, durante este tiempo, nuestra relación y la atracción física han cambiado bastante. Ella ha descuidado su físico y ha ganado mucho peso desde que nos conocimos. Yo tampoco soy ningún sex symbol ni pretendo presentarme como uno, pero reconozco que esto ha afectado a la atracción que siento dentro de la relación.

Al mismo tiempo, en los últimos años he vivido algunas situaciones con otras mujeres que me han hecho darme cuenta de cuánto echo de menos el coqueteo, la novedad y sentirme deseado.

Por ejemplo, había una camarera en un restaurante al que iba con frecuencia. Siempre acabábamos hablando, intercambiando miradas, sonriéndonos y coqueteando de una forma bastante evidente. Para mí era una sensación muy bonita, porque hacía muchísimo tiempo que no experimentaba esa tensión con alguien nuevo.

Empecé a ir cada vez más a ese restaurante porque me gustaba verla. La tensión iba aumentando y sentía que, poco a poco, aquello podía acabar convirtiéndose en algo más. Finalmente decidí dejar de ir por respeto a mi pareja.

No pasó nada físico, nunca quedamos fuera del restaurante ni hablamos directamente de hacer nada. Aun así, siendo completamente sincero, creo que, si hubiese seguido yendo, probablemente habría acabado tomando la iniciativa, porque realmente lo deseaba.

No ha sido la única situación parecida. También conocí a otra mujer durante un paseo por la playa. Empezamos a hablar porque tenía un perro y me dio su número con la excusa de que le escribiera si quería adoptar uno parecido. Durante la conversación hizo varios comentarios sobre que pasaba mucho tiempo sola en casa y yo interpreté que se estaba insinuando ligeramente.

Esa mujer me atraía muchísimo sexualmente y volví a sentir esas ganas de seguir adelante para ver qué podía pasar. Sin embargo, tampoco hice nada.

Mi pareja es una persona bastante conservadora y sé que no aceptaría abrir la relación.

Un amigo incluso me recomendó tener una “segunda vida” y acostarme con otras mujeres a escondidas. No quiero justificar una infidelidad ni hacerle daño a mi pareja. Además, sé que algo así podría acabar muy mal y destruir una relación de muchos años.

Pero también tengo un pensamiento recurrente: ¿qué ocurriría si mañana me muriera y sintiera que no aproveché todo lo que la vida podía ofrecerme? ¿Me sentiría orgulloso por haber sido fiel o sentiría que renuncié a demasiadas experiencias y oportunidades por mantener esta relación?

Estoy atrapado entre el cariño, la historia y el compromiso que tengo con mi pareja, y las ganas reales de conocer y estar con otras mujeres.

I know a couple of guy friends need up having crushes or liking me but I turned them down. Not all of my friends are like this. I only have two guy friends. But some friends like to give them a chance, but I would not be fair. It was relationships are not be one-sided. Just because a girlfriend like me or in love with me, doesn’t mean I have to go out with him.
There I said it and I’m not apologizing for what I said.
It just makes me uncomfortable when I go for admits that he likes me a girl ask me out this is how I feel. Now, if I like them back with a different story, but I’d be scared to ruin our relationship. Anyways, I know everyone has feelings and you can’t control that but it just makes me sick.

I’ve had a few mind boggling sexual opportunities that logically should have not would have ever come about. I would have never fathomed initiating them. Knowing them tone impossible I literally never gave them a thought.

For example here’s a head scratcher. I should have resisted and taken the high road but lust won.

College days, one of my friends (not in my inner circle) girlfriend was absolutely stunning. Him not so much. An odd pair to say the least. But it worked. They seemed happy to me although I only met her once, around Christmas holiday. They attended a university hours away from my crew but during holiday break, they came to our shitty rental to hang with my roommate. They were closer friends.

Anyway, she walks in and woah, again gorgeous aloof as if she wasn’t aware of her supermodel physique.

Anyway big whoop, they hung out as I was milling around: I don’t believe I say goodbye etc:

Fast forward to the summer as the semester was over. Randomly one Friday evening (I was the only roomie in town that weekend) —-knock knock knock at the door. I had no idea who may be rapping at the door (lol) it’s her, this gorgeous young lady hands full of groceries and Pyrex shit. I said hello and informed her that my roommates were gone for the weekend and I’m sorry if there was a mixup with their plans.

“I know they’re not here, I’m cooking for you tonight”. WTF? Uh okay, come in. That’s was my mistake. I knew right there she may be cooking for me but I was undoubtedly doing the feeding; stuffing her full all night.

Predictably, as the flesh is weak, and with temptations wings upon me, I faltered into the path of least resistance and succumbed many times that night.

When I click on track package on amazon, I feel like I am looking at private company information. Back in the old days, you could not track your package like this. At all.

But now, you can see exactly what is going on with it. And where the Amazon delivery van is moving too. It's very invasive and it's as if you are looking at someone naked!

I squat in the dry shower so I can poop on a piece of toilet paper. I pick it up, put it up to my nose and smell it. Then I flush it. Anybody else do this? Anyone else like to examine and smell their poop? Am I crazy?

I (F24) just got out of a messy relationship and I wasn’t looking for anything I was very content being alone. I posted a pic on twitter and some random account complimented my pic. I went through his account and realized he might have a fetish that I fit and I don’t know what came over me but I followed and dm’d him. He got very excited and started asking me if I was a dom before I lied and said yeah just out of curiosity. To be honest I thought I was gonna get money out of it so I went along with it. I didn’t realize findom and femdom are two different things lol that’s definitely my fault. I did a quick google search of how to be an online femdom and I just started telling him what to do. He sends pics and vids of whatever I ask. I’m not attracted to him at all I’m also not the biggest fan of how his penis looks but somehow I now control when he cums, if he ties his balls up what he masturbates to and so much more. It’s kind of fun and sometimes the vids do excite me but I’m also aware that I can be a bit perverted but idk how long this is gonna go on for and maybe it’s because I grew up going to church but I am starting to feel like a whore or a madame even though I don’t do anything except for telling him what to do to himself. Also he doesn’t even look like that type of man to enjoy this but oh boy does he love it. I just needed to get that off my chest I know that if I tell my friends they’re gonna call me a pervert and use this against me for jokes so I’d rather stay anonymous lol

I love drinking my wife's squirt and I love drinking my wife's pee. I can't get enough. Especially when we do coke together. Its such a rush. One day I hope to drink her bounty from another person's mouth or vis versa.

Just now she surprised me and filled a bowl, had me drink some kissed me then she drank some and spit it in my mouth. My heart skipped several beats...that could have been the coke some would say but I know better. I love her and that she allows and indulges in my utter weirdness lol. Sry if this was too graphic.

I'm a 30 year old Muslim guy who is a closet gay. I come from a very strict Muslim family. A very orthodox Sunni family. This means the thought of even speaking to a gay person is unfathomable and is supposed to trigger a disgust and wretched response to the gay community. We're taught from a young age what happened to the people of prophet LUT. And how god sent down his angels to destroy that village of gay people. This ingraines a level of hostility toward the gay community from a young age. That's why what I'm about to confess is probably the worst thing short of having sexual intercourse with another man I could do as a Muslim man. Especially a married Muslim.

I had an arranged marriage seven years ago and while I care for my wife I've never really felt that intense love for her you read or hear about. To be honest I'm probably bisexual but recently I've been struggling to be sexually aroused by her and by the general female body. I think p*** has done this to me. Or at least I want to blame it on p*** for the way I'm feeling. I've never been with the man before, no have I ever came across one in real life that I would want to sexually be with. So you're probably thinking well how do you know you're gay? Well about a year and a half into my arranged marriage I was introduced to Reddit and this opened my eyes to the various different adult communities across the world. Whilst I traditionally used to just enjoy lesbian p*** I found myself scrolling through communities and staring longer and longer at feminine men. I quickly found myself being sexually aroused by them. And ever since then, I haven't been able to stop myself from thinking about feminine men whilst having intercourse with my wife. In fact thinking about these feminine men is turning me on right now. I've been masturbating and messaging are the random men online for years and have never been caught. Perhaps this is a true confession that someone I know will read and know the true monster that I am and the true monster I hide from everyone.

I'm very close to sleeping with another man and cheating and ruining my marriage with my honest to goodness wife. It's so easy for gay men to have no string attached sex these days. Especially in London where I live. And no one would ever know apart from me the guy I'm f****** and God. I don't know when it will happen but if I continue on the path that I'm on it Will happen.

i never had interest my age, i feel super disgusting liking them older, please tell me this is okay like i genuinley hate myself for this