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Im a decent looking 30M. Was an athlete growing up so I've always been athletic.

I work a sales job currently and the receptionist is really cute but in lack of a better a term, she's fat.

She's in her mid 30s married with kids.

I'm a very flirty person naturally and I guess she doesn't get much attention outside her marriage because she eats it up.

She brings me food, laughs so hard at every joke I say, and compliments me constantly.

She is married but gets upset every time I ask her about her husband.

Before the 4th of July weekend we were making small talk. I was telling her I'd probably grill some hot dogs and burgers with the family.

She said "I can't remember the last time I had a hot dog"

The 14 year old boy in me came out and I was like "I've got a got dog you can have"

I got bright red and before I could even apologize she said ok and asked me to meet me in her car for lunch

I ended up going and she moved her car to a spot facing away from the building. She then proceeded to give me the sloppiest top I've ever gotten.

Every day since she texts me "hot dog time?" At lunch and we do the same thing

When I say every day I mean every single day monday-Friday. She does not miss a single opportunity

Part of me feels bad knowing she has a husband but then part of me feels like im doing her a favor because in any other context theres no shot I'd ever get with a bigger girl.

When I asked her if she felt bad she said that shes been way more intimate with her husband since she started because it gets her in the mood.

I know it sounds douchey but I feel like im doing her and her husband a favor and I don't really want to stop.

I know I’m a coward. You don't have to tell me. I already feel like the scum of the earth every single time I look down at my left hand.

Three years ago, I went on a weekend camping trip with two college buddies. We were washing dishes in a freezing river, my hands were numb, and my wedding ring—a custom platinum band with our wedding date and coordinates engraved inside—slipped off my finger and vanished into the rocky rapids.

I spent three hours waist-deep in ice water frantically digging through pebbles until my fingers were bleeding. Nothing.

I panicked. Pure, irrational terror. My wife had spent months designing that ring with an independent jeweler, and the thought of coming home and telling her I lost it after fourteen months of marriage made me physically sick. So while driving back, I found a nearly identical titanium replica on Amazon with same-day delivery for $28. I took it to a local mall engraver, paid $15 to copy the font, and slipped it on before I walked through our front door.

It’s been three years. Last week for our anniversary, she held my hand across teh table, traced the band with her thumb, and smiled, telling me how much she loves seeing me wear "the exact ring we exchanged vows with."

I smiled back and kissed her, but I wanted to vomit into my pasta. I’m taking this secret to the grave.

At work, whenever someone sends out a mass email that clearly should've just gone to one person, I get a little evil and hit Reply All with something totally pointless like “Thanks!” or “Got it!”

Every time, it sets off this chain reaction of at least 10 other people doing the same thing, and I sit back and watch the flood of unnecessary emails roll in. It's petty, but honestly? Weirdly satisfying.

Sorry, coworkers.

Throwaway account.

Recently I discovered TikTok auctions and got into a few specific channels. The items I bought are all legit and really nice jewelry. I did not realize how out of control I got until my credit card statement arrived. $22K!

While I realize this is a a lot of money it is not going to put me or my husband in a financial crisis. I can pay the entire sum without going into my savings but it is significant to our finances. We keep our money separate, including banks and credit cards. He has no idea I have spent this much.

About a week ago my husband decided we should look for a house. This came out of nowhere. I was supportive and we even went out and saw a few places. We have a realtor. It was not until after a few days of seeing the houses I saw my credit card statement and realized what I had done.

Next week we are going to see lenders to figure out what we can borrow and what our interest rate will be. We both have excellent credit, we are never late with any bills and have zero debt. I’m paying off the full statement balance ahead of that meeting, but this large sum will likely come up.

I need to tell him about all this ahead of seeing the lenders and obviously I am dreading it. He will definitely be angry. I will still be able to put in my full share of the down payment, but it was a lot to spend right before the biggest purchase of our lives.

I’m so nervous but he needs to hear it from me rather than in the lenders office.

Years back. Me and live in ex partner rented a place away from his parents so we could have privacy and start making a family. Few months later his brother stayed for a couple of days (over a week) due to slow internet connection at their property.

Because of this me and my partner felt awkward getting kinky together. Most of the time i refuse because i dont want his brother to hear noises that we are making.

Few days later. I noticed my worn underwear have with stain everytime i do the laundry. And i know what i think it is. I ignored and i dont mind because his my partner at that time.

Until one day i decided to do the laundry beyond my usual schedule. My ex partner is at work and will go home by 6 pm. I noticed that the stain on my undies are still wet and fresh as i can tell.

I touched and i smelled it. And i can confirm that it is what i think it is. Felt awkward around him. Noticed him looking at me but i ignored it back then. He left after they got their internet connection fixed. Never told my ex partner even after we broke up years ago.

I found a glitch on this cam girl site that as you pressed buy on the chips you wanted and switched it to most expensive chip package it would charge me only the smallest amount I clicked.... I probably ripped them off for thousands over the few months I was addicted to that kind of thing... Always wonder if some mobster is pissed off at me somewhere

Times are tough, and my husband and I have faced falling income on top of recent inflation. We've had to cut nearly every non-necessary expense, including eating out. Before times got tough we'd DoorDash pretty often, like a few times a week. We've since sworn off DoorDash entirely, and I've been making every meal at home for us for months. Except I secretly go to the mall to get Chinese food after every therapy appointment. It's $12 and I do it twice a month. I don't tell him, and he hasn't noticed on the bank account. I told him we should downgrade to ad supported plans for streaming shows and movies to save money. If I didn't go out twice a month, we wouldn't have to endure the ads. But going out to eat is my one little slice of how things used to be. It's a selfish waste of money, but after confronting my feelings for an hour I don't want to just go home and have a sad little sandwich.

I am 41 and me and my wife have been together since we were 16. We went to a wedding in June where we decided we were going to explore a little bit and do mushrooms. Well we also drank a ton. I woke up at 430 am to find a mutual friend of ours butt naked in the bed with me and my wife was passed out stone cold on the couch. I literally have no idea what I did or didn’t do with this friend but I can assume with both of us having no clothes on that we did something. Our friend also has no recollection at all but I am absolutely torn as to if I say something to my wife or not. I don’t want to keep secrets from her but I also fear the repercussions of the truth. what the hell do I do?

This in the UK, back when you could collect stamps from coffee cups and six (or maybe nine) of them would get you a loyalty coffee.

Single mum with a baby in a pram buying a chicken wrap meal? Have a student chicken mayo and loyalty coffee. Homeless person comes in with a fully stickered loyalty card given to him by bypassers? Keep it mate, here's a loyalty coffee anyway. Two pensioners? Two student chicken mayos coming right up.

Never got caught doing it luckily. Not sure if I would've lost my job if I was caught. But my reasoning for doing it was, well, I'm sure Maccies can afford it.

Many years ago I was casually seeing a guy who owned a business. He had his own place and ordered delivery every single night. I was a broke college student and $20 was a lot to me at the time. His weed budget was like $300 a week.
Anywho he was deathly terrified of having kids and one time I told him I was pregnant. He immediately asked me to get an abortion. I told him I’d think about it and after a few days I “agreed”.
I called a price and he paid it in cash. I took the money and put it in my bank account . Shit got me through six months. I actually feel bad that I don’t feel bad to this day.

I’m 39M now.

I grew up poor but did not realize how bad things were, or how much people took pity on me. I never really questioned my circumstances and just accepted things as they were. My parents were hardworking, but I was also a latch-key kid. I took the bus home and it was not uncommon for me to not see my parents until 9 PM.

One day, my 5th grade teacher (Ms. N) was making small talk about whether I had seen any good movies. Ms. N was a beautiful woman and I had a crush on her. I responded that I had never been to the movies before. She felt sorry for me and offered to take me to go see a movie, as long as my parents approved. However, my parents were very strict and would never allow such a thing. I was essentially confined to my home, or my neighbor’s house. So I lied to my parents and said I was going to hang out at the neighbor’s house. And I lied to my teacher that I got permission. I figured I would be home before my parents got home and they would be none the wiser. It was the only way to get to go to the movies.

I can only recall certain details about the movies. It was a rated PG film. I can’t remember if I was the only kid or if there were others. We went to McDonald’s afterwards. I picked a booth near the trash can and she suggested we sit away from that and I agreed. She dropped me off at home. It was a magical experience for me.

Unfortunately the magic ended when I got home. Unbeknownst to me, my parents came home early and were frantically searching for me the whole time. They thought I had been kidnapped. I eventually confessed that Ms. N took me to the movies. What I neglected to tell them was I lied about getting permission. I’m not sure they would’ve believed me anyway. They were furious about this and I was punished.

I went to school the next day and Ms. N was somewhat distant from me… she made a point to not talk to me during recess. Eventually she was replaced by another teacher.

I did not put the pieces about what happened to her until early adulthood. Thinking back, my parents probably called around— my friends, neighbors, the school in particular. They probably got wind about the situation and she had to explain she got permission from my parents, but there was no evidence of this. So it was her side of the story vs. my parents., and I’m sure the school sided with my parents. I was just so afraid of the repercussions that I didn’t speak up.

As I write this now, I think about what a shitty situation this was for Ms. N. She saw a poor child who didn’t have many opportunities in life and wanted to do a nice thing. And she went into this thinking she did everything correctly, including getting my parents’ permission. That kind action cost her job at the very least. Who knows if she was also accused of grooming me. It seemed innocent enough. I can’t imagine what sort of impact this would have on her ability to get another job, her mental health, etc. I feel a tremendous amount of remorse. And at the same time, I was a kid and I didn’t know any better.

I’m sorry, Ms. N. I’m really sorry.

This comes from when I was maybe a sophomore or jr in HS like 12+ years ago. I recently found the album I was listening to a lot during this time of my life & it made me want to talk about this since I tried to suppress it for years. In hs I started to experiment a lot with different substances. By middle school I had already been smoking squares or cigarettes & had experienced drinking alcohol. 5th grade I believe. I came up in a very weird/different home life where I didn’t see much of my mom due to her work & my dad dipped before I was even born. I mean my parents were my brother & his wife. I hated my life atp & was trying to escape reality in any way. Started doing spice, pills, all sorts of anything I could get my hands on & abuse I wanted it. Well I found out kinda randomly one night that air duster gave you an insane trip. My fam just so happened to have some lying around so one night (this was knowing the risks & reading stories ab people who did it wrong & it froze their lungs & they died right there, probably not true idk tbh) anyways so I huffed that shit & immediately like I mean immediately I blasted off to another dimension. I fucking fell in love & started telling all my druggie friends & we all started getting bad on duster. I didn’t want anyone to die so I taught them how to do it (with my limited knowledge). We were huffing straight from the red top fuck the straw. Well we had some insane fucking trips. Like stories that just sound made up. Friends w a teachers daughter was headed to their house to hang out one day, driver passed out on whippets & drove into their yard like I mean crazy fucking stories. The one that really really stuck with me tho (tbh almost all have stuck with me they were just the most insanely surreal trips.) was when I was alone & taking whippets & I was listening to Witching Hour by XXYYXX. My very small room (garage storage room, no windows) immediately engulfed into flames & suddenly Satan was behind me telling me to get closer & to basically come into hell. Two demons in front of me urging me as well. My bedroom door handle morphed into an angel who begged me to not go there & literally helped me out. I deadass was in fucking hell. After I woke back up (ended up passing out idk how long couldnt have been but maybe a minute or two max) I realized my parents were home so I went out socialized for like 20 min then back into the garage (they never went in there for the most part) & got right back to it. For some reason almost everytime I was tripping around this time I was looking to get as close to hell as possible & I had some very surreal & insane trips. Idk why I’m even writing this maybe as coping since I don’t really ever talk about it but listening again to this album is bringing back a lot of memories. I still feel really guilty about getting my friends at the time involved. I hope everyone is doing much better. It got so bad w the duster I was doing it at school in class & even passed out cold middle of class. Still to this day consider myself lucky as fuck to be able to wake up & talk myself out of trouble & they were never able to search me due to principal & vice principle being off campus at that time. I got off pretty much without anyone besides the homies who after that took my shit just in case knowing. Don’t do drugs guys. Like fr. That shit really fucked me up & probably killed off a lot of my braincells.

so i made the mistake of shitting where i ate (i sucked a guy off from my class) n this is uni so its legal dw, but man does it suck to be in a constant chokehold by some fuckboy you thought was being good to you for once you finally thought you were getting something even remotely social and it flips on you like shit.

this happened like a day ago, ive got a lecture soon, idk how ill be able to look at this blokes face again, how ill deal with the possibility of him spreading this sort of information around or blackmailing me with it, ive got 4 years to spend with these shitheads from now on, idk how ill cope life was already hard enough and now ive made it worse, very very stupid i know.

if i was suicidal before i sure as shit might have reasons soon, ive got no one to hangout with but my mother and while this happened my 'friend' my only consort in my shitty work environment randomly unadded me today and wouldnt tell me why, ive been through isolation in highschool, bullying, harrassment, though a situation where the rumor itself is right next to me in my classroom for the next few years, that i dont know how ill deal with, but whatever i guess.

So here’s the deal. I have a good friend in another country who has terminal throat cancer. He’s already been through one surgery and two courses of chemotherapy and radiation. The doctor told him today that nothing has produced good results and that he has to go through the whole thing again. Since the cancer is in his throat, he’s already on a feeding tube, and after the next operation on his throat, he will never be able to eat normally again. He will be on a feeding tube forever … if he even survives.

I can’t visit him in person because his country is in the middle of a war. I have neither the resources nor the possibility of traveling to that country. Even if I did have the resources to go see him, its impossible to go there. I’ve already checked it out. So our only communication is electronic.

He’s telling me he’s very tired. He reiterates this every time we communicate. He tells me he has about 3% of his battery left and that he’s almost done. I know what that means.

I don’t know what to say.

If I were him, I would feel exactly the same and would not be interested in continuing the treatment either. I know he’s telling me that he’s not going to last much longer, whether it’s by his own choosing or by the cancer taking over, and him losing control of the situation altogether.

I have no fucking idea what to say to him. Everything I try seems stupid. I talk about the medical conditions sometimes, and other times I just joke about things that I know we both find funny. And I reiterate stories of times we spent together.

Help. What do I say? I can see that he’s indirectly asking me for permission to take things into his own control. Frankly, that’s exactly the same thing I would do if I was in his situation - but you can’t fucking say that to somebody! That’s horrific. What the fuck do I say?

I have always been infatuated with humping. I used to hump my pillows to masturbate, as it stimulated my clitoris on the outside and inside.

I have always love fat asses and twerking videos. I have recently discovered that I really want to have a woman with a big soft ass bent over or stand straight up, while i grab her hips and hump her soft ass on my bare clit. Or she bend over and twerk on my clit. The thought of that turns me on so much, though I dont know if I will ever get to the point of trying it.

I also would like to hump a woman standing up face to face, while i grab her ass and we hump clits together while kissing. I want to play with her ass and grab it and smack it and spread it and feel her asshole while we hump and grind clits. Just had to get this off my chest lol

Edit: yall thinking im a man is so funny to me😂 these are just my unfiltered desires guys idk what to tell you. i just like clitoral stimulation and I like womens asses and i have very specific fantasies pertaining to this. I would like my clit to be stimulated by a soft ass, not sure how thats so unbelievable, but there you go.🤷‍♀️

also, men cant even understand the sensation of a clitoris being stimulated via humping. It stimulates the clit externally and internally. they could never know or understand this sensation.

I am a 47f. I am currently on deferred felony probation for another 2.5 yrs, 4 total, for poss of meth, poss of fentanyl, poss of Adderall and attempt to promote prostitution, a pimp charge that I wasnt even guilty of, but thats beside the point. Anyways, in the beginning I had no problem getting off meth, although I was on it for nearly 30 yrs. My issue of course was the fentanyl. Lucky for me probation drug tests dont test for fent. Well, thanks to God I was finally able to get off the fent. And although its difficult staying sober, Ive been able to manage it with help from NA and classes Ive been having to take with probation. Well, fast forward to just this past Saturday, my step dad passed away, the only dad I knew till I was 26, I was going through an extremely hard brake-up with a guy that Im deeply in love with. I am currently self employed and clean houses, in the last 4 months Ive gone from making about $4500 a month to barely making $2000 a month, due to losing several clients for different reasons. Needless to say I had a breakdown and relapsed for 2 days. Im so ashamed with myself and wish like hell I could take it back . Unfortunately, at the time I was so depressed I didnt care about conciquinces. Well, now here it is Tuesday and I have a ua with probation at 8:30 in the morning, cant put it off again cause I had to already Friday morning when my damn car wouldnt start. The part I need help with is although I know its probably not the best idea Im gonna go ahead and use baking soda to try to pass the ua. Ive been told from alot of people it can work if you do it just rt. But with that I feel like telling my po my situation and the fact that I relapsed and may not pass the test could be in my best interest just in case. Hoping if I do fail maybe she'll be more lenient since I was honest. What does everyone else think? FYI in exactly 1.5 yrs Ive failed 2 already.

They both bullied me (fair-weather friends yknow) so lmao stay single bitch

Been out of work for fucking 3 months and I always have had an AA in fine arts on my resume. I got a position as a social worker (i’ve been doing social work for almost 10 years)

Welp they are asking for a degree/transcripts to be submitted to our portal lmaoo. It’s my second day on the job. I’m so nervous, but I suppose I made this bed and now i’m just going to have to lie in it.

Oof that was probably not the best word to use, but alas.

Edit: YES you can have a job in the FIELD of Social Work and not have a BSW or MSW, it is new, but it is a way for people with lived experience who have received public benefits, been legal-systems involved or even sometimes are in recovery from substance abuse, to relate to their social worker.

It’s easier to relate to someone who speaks your language in order to build rapport. Someone who has been navigating public systems their whole life doesn’t always mesh with the suburban person who was straight edge and went to college.

Sometimes they do. Hooray for autonomy

A friend of mine was in a toxic relationship. He needed to crash and his boyfriend was in fact dealing meth at the time. Physical threats to my friend and roommates. Do what you want in life but do not threaten my friends.

I social engineered my way into his phone from his google account, figured out where he re-ups, license plates of his supplier, addresses, all aliases, emails, text messages, searches. Created a proton account, packaged it all up and sent to regional crime stoppers through tor. Five days later he was stopped with 8g in the car. Plead to PG1 intent to distribute and got 4 years (served 3) and $6000 in court costs/fines.

No regrets. None.

About four years ago I worked on a small team where an internal supervisor position opened up.

There were really only two serious candidates: me and a coworker I'll call Daniel.

Daniel was better liked than I was. He'd also been there longer, and once I heard that our manager had encouraged him to apply, I became convinced the decision was basically already made.

A year earlier Daniel had made a fairly serious mistake on a client account. Nobody lost money and the problem was fixed, but there had been an ugly email chain about it at the time. Management knew what happened and Daniel had already been formally warned.

I still had the emails.

A few days after interviews started, I created a new email address and forwarded screenshots of that old chain to one of the directors involved in the hiring decision.

I wrote something like, "You may want to know how he handles responsibility before putting him in charge of other people."

I deliberately removed anything that could identify me.

Daniel didn't get the promotion.

Neither did I.

They hired someone from another department.

At the time I actually felt relieved because at least Daniel hadn't won. That's the part I'm most ashamed to admit. I wasn't exposing something because I thought management genuinely needed to know. They already knew. I resurrected it because I wanted to hurt his chances.

A few weeks later Daniel mentioned at lunch that someone had apparently sent management "old dirt" about him during the hiring process. He looked genuinely confused about who would do that.

I sat there and acted surprised.

He left the company about six months later. I have no idea whether the promotion had anything to do with it.

I've changed jobs twice since then and haven't spoken to him in years.

The stupid thing is that I can now see how little was actually at stake. It was a modest raise and a title at a company I ended up leaving anyway. At the time, though, I had convinced myself that career competition made almost anything fair.

Nobody in my life knows I sent that email.

Whenever people talk about office politics or getting screwed over at work, I sometimes think about Daniel trying to figure out who disliked him enough to anonymously drag up a mistake he'd already paid for.

It was me.

To start, I want to say I am not proud of what I did. I regret doing it and should have taken the high road.

About 11 years ago I dated a woman, let's call her "Sophie". We met on a dating site and it was mostly just a physical relationship. Sophie was in a bad spot at the time, trying to find work, trying to support her young daughter for whom she did not have full custody over. Sophie was a bit of a mess. She wasn't into hardcore drugs, but had to be high all the time. She smoked weed all day, snorting Adderall, even to the point of shooting up Adderall. I didn't know all the details until months after we first met.

I treated her well, brought her flowers at random times, she called me a few times because she was downtown but didn't have money for lunch, so I'd talk to someone at the restaurant and pay for her meal over the phone, I'd give her rides to and from work; normal boyfriend type things. I was not making much money at all back then, but I still would help her out. I didn't consider it a serious relationship, but I still treated her well. We "dated" for around 3-4 months.

One day my boss let me go early, so I decided to stop by Sophie's to surprise her. It was a beautiful day, so I figured we could go do something together. As I was walking her up apartment building steps (she was on the third floor), I could hear loud giggling and "other" noises coming from her apartment. I stood outside the door for a few seconds listening, and it was clear she had a guy in there. I knocked, she didn't answer, I knocked again, no answer. I said, "Sophie, I know you're home, I could hear you giggling". She finally opened the door, and I rushed in and started looking for the guy. I went to the kitchen, which had a backdoor with fire escape stairs, and saw a guy running down the stairs and into the parking lot. I ran back outside to the front, stood in the middle of the road, and threw my hands up at the guy starting to drive off, looking for a fight. He sped off, squealing his tires. It's not especially relevant, but at the time I was ripped. Most of my free time was spent lifting weights. I was benching 340lbs , weighing 165lbs, with 10% body fat. I can imagine I probably looked like a maniac standing in the middle of the road with my shirt off yelling for this dude to face me. No, I didn't take of my shirt for this, I took it off in my car on the way to Sophie's because my AC didn't work.

Sophie caught up to me, tried insisting it was "not what it looks like", but I didn't buy it. I asked why the guy ran, and she said something like, "look at you. I told the guy you could probably kill him". I told her right then and there that it's over and never looked back.

Sophie continued to try calling and texting me, but I ignored her. When we were together, I talked a lot about moving across the country to be closer to my sister, who now had two young children. I didn't want to watch them grow up from 2200 miles away. Sophie would always ask me to take her with me if I went (even though it meant being away from her daughter, who she only got every other weekend). She seemed to be more focused on weed being legal in the state I wanted to go to, more than being with her daughter, or me. I kept ignoring her calls, until one day...

I responded to a text from Sophie, we chatted a bit, and I told her I decided to move like I had talked about (I was not moving). I played along with her asking for forgiveness, and her asking to go with me. I told her I was leaving in two days, was only packing what I could fit in my car, and couldn't take her or her things. I also said that was the reason we couldn't meet up, I was busy packing and selling some of my things. We got around to the idea of her selling her stuff on Craigslist so she could come, which was the plan for revenge all along. She started listing and selling stuff. I kept asking for updated pictures of what she had left to decide what she could bring, and she'd tell me how much she got for items: tv, clothes, household items, those sorts of things. When she didn't have many things left, I texted her back something like, "I decided not to move. That's for cheating on me", then blocked her.

I feel pretty bad about it to this day. She didn't have a lot to begin with, and was struggling. I should have just let it go. If it redeems me at all, about 3 months later a cop knocks on my door and explained that Sophie had been caught stealing some jewelry from a house she had a steady gig babysitting at. This was something she did before we met, and during. The cop said that the homeowners agreed if she returned the things she stole, they wouldn't press charges, but Sophie had pawned the items. Sophie was in the backseat of the cruiser, with her 5 year old daughter. The cop said she didn't have any money, had already stopped at several of her friend's houses, but nobody was willing to help her out. I agreed to help, and drove in the front seat of the cruiser to my bank. I talked to the cop during the short drive, ignoring Sophie in the back. I didn't ignore her little girl though. I pulled out the amount the cop said she needed to buy back the items and gave it to him. After he dropped me off, he was going to the pawn shop.

We drove back to my place, I said goodbye to the cop and Sophie's daughter, continued to ignore Sophie, got out of the car and started walking back to my house. I guess Sophie asked the cop if she could get out and talk to me for a minute, and he agreed. She got out and ran up to me, saying thank you, and sorry for cheating on me. I told her, "I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it so your daughter doesn't have to see her mom taken away in handcuffs". She asked for a hug, I said no, then she started begging for one. I refused, told her I wished her the best, turned around and went back inside my house. That was the last I saw Sophie.

I just realized how long this is, so thank you if you read it all. I felt like I couldn't leave out these details so you could get the full picture. I did eventually move to the state I had planned on. I've only told one person this since it happened, my best friend from the state I moved from.

Shit don't go up or down anymore