I've known my ex (28M)for 8 years. We were friends for 4 years and in a relationship for another 4 years, in which he cheated on me multiple times. 2 years had passed since we broke up, and just recently, he asked to hang out (this was during the day). We talked about our lives and joked around like we did when we were friends and then he asked me if i wanted to have sex. I told him I didn't because i knew he was talking to someone and they could be possibly dating, and I know for a fact that the guy is a hoe. I asked if he was dating anyone, and he said no, hes just talking to someone, and it wasn't official. I had a feeling he was lying because he always lies to me about other women. Anyway he left and went home unsatisfied.

That night, he messages me saying how he would satisfy me in bed. I know how good he is in bed, so I stupidly agree. I agreed because a part of me wanted to ruin him. In my mind, he's a lying Peter pan who will never grow up from being a hoe. He didn't deserve to be in a relationship with anyone, so I thought I'd gain the benefits of the good sex and be able to expose his lies.

I went through with it, and the sex was good. I asked again if he had a GF, just to see if he would tell me the truth after he got what he wanted. He responded with he would ask her out soon, he just wanted to say his last goodbyes to me. In the moment, I got confused because we said our goodbyes last year. This was more like a hello. Then i thought maybe I got it all wrong and he's not in a relationship, and he was in fact just trying to let go of us and say his last goodbyes to me before fully committing to the girl he's been talking to. Then I was reminded of how much he used to mess with my brain. He would say good morning and I'd have to go outside to actually see if it was morning.

I do feel like he does have a GF, but i dont want to know for sure. I dont know her personally, but i could reach out and tell her what he's done. However, i am to blame as well, i was selfish and wanted sex and revenge and now i feel like a truck of guilt has been slowly hitting me. I cant think straight. I actually dont want to ruin things for them. I guess i was bitter and still hurt over things he had done to me. Funny enough, I set out to ruin him but instead I feel like I've ruined myself and my standards. I wanted to be the one to serve him his karma but instead karma found me.

Don't get me wrong, trans people are hot too, but there's something about a big, strong, masculine man wearing a pretty dress is an instant turn on. Like the less feminine they try to look the better. Facial hair, short hair, no makeup, etc.

I turned 18 five months ago and my father took me and my siblings out for dinner, his friend/coworker happened to be there and at the moment I genuinely thought nothing and made the usual small talk, he’s around the same age as my father (early 40s) so I didn’t even comprehend him as someone who I could be interested in ofc.

Two weeks later I’m deciding between universities and my father must’ve told his friends the same so his friend called me up and told me about his Alma mater which I was considering and the talk ended up lasting for 45 minutes, I won’t lie I was definitely flirting by the end of it. We began texting for like a month and made plans, he met up for dinner and we hooked up.

I feel awful about it and feel like I’m doing something bad to my father if that makes sense. My parents were strict with me even dating so obviously I haven’t told them this but I feel like I need to. (I probably won’t) I also want to hook up with him again and it’s so confusing.

22M.

I’m sure everyone relates to parents badgering you about dating and asking “when are we getting grandkids” and so forth. I’m sure the grandkids bit is playful but it still fucks with me heavy because I don’t ever see myself getting the luxury of having a romantic relationship and a family, all because I hate my genitals.

I’m way outside the norm. Don’t think I need to say more than that. As a result I’ve got no confidence with dating women, and no sexual or romantic experience. Every now and then women show interest, but I ofc reject them. I don’t want to waste their time, and I don’t want to risk me getting attached and hurt.

I’m sure you’re wondering “why tf do your parents know?” Well last year when I rejected this girl I really liked (she was like an Amazonian goddess who had all the same interests as me and just clicked really well with) I was completely overwhelmed with suicidal intentions and even planned it and wrote out my suicide note. Instead I burst out in tears and told them everything, hence why I’m still here.

They brought up again the other day, or my dad did anyway, and offered therapy and doctor stuff but it’s so fucking embarrassing. I did get a diagnosis for body dysmorphia but when you’re actually outside the normal range, but not a micropenis, what can a doctor or therapy even do? I see no point.

Yeah bit of a stupid rant but women asking me out and parents asking about dating and kids is just a brutal reminder of what I haven’t got and won’t ever get.

I do need to stop being a fat fuck though but it just seems so pointless. Anyways that was just a little rant thanks for listening.

I Remember When i Was 15 Years Old I Was Just Get out Of My Home To Goes To Makes Salah In Ramadan Someone I Knew He's Mentall ill Was Stalking Me and Become Close To me While Walking To Mosque That's Was Terrifying & Scary Ngl When He Was Become more Close To me I am Just Running For My Life I Was Just Running In The Neighborhood From Him He's Looks To me Like He Really Wants me To Abuse me & More But Thankfully Someone I Knew Also Helped Me From Him But After That This Person Leaves me Alone & Moved To Somewhere But Thankfully My Mindset Was Ready For Everything & Also Changed My Way in Everything In My Life

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Throwaway for obvious reasons because if my husband ever finds this, our marriage is over. Two years ago, he went on a camping trip and left me strict instructions on how to feed his sourdough starter. This thing was supposedly passed down from his great-grandmother—he treated it like a living family heirloom.

On day two, I was doing a deep fridge clean. I saw this crusty, grey, foul-smelling mason jar tucked behind teh milk, assumed it was spoiled dip, and dumped it right down the garbage disposal. The second the blades ground to a halt, pure horror hit me. I literally dropped to my knees on the kitchen floor in cold sweat.

In total panic, I raced to an artisanal bakery downtown, begged the baker for a scoop of their starter, transferred it into his vintage jar, and dusted flour on the lid so it looked untouched. he has spent the last two years baking with it, constantly telling our dinner guests that you can "taste the hundred-year-old heritage." I just smile and nod while dying inside. am I an absolute monster for taking this secret to my grave?

Everyone in my family knows that I use meth, but I don’t do it around them. Anyways, my sister was over at my house last week, and she asked me to get her high. I honestly wasn’t planning this, but I gave her 40 unit shot of dope, and she had an orgasm. It really turned me on seeing her cum in her pants on my couch, so I asked her “do you wanna give me a blow job?”
Long story short, she gave me some top notch head, and I blew a load in her mouth.
We hung out for about two hours after that and didn’t talk about what we did. That was last week.
I wouldn’t mind doing more stuff with her, but I’m afraid to ask…

Dicen que cada quien con su vida así que eh decidido contar que desde hace un año soy cornudo o cuck como le quieras llamar, mi novia la eh descubierto siendome infiel sexualmente con alguien del gym a donde ella va, nose Pero cuando lo descubrí sentí Shock, normal cuando te hacen cornudo Pero con el tiempo me fue gustando, ella aún no lo sabe pero es algo que me encanta y me exita mucho! Se que para la gente está mal y es de "enfermos" Pero no lo siento así, me exita mucho como descubro a qué moteles va y como dice que va donde sus amigas pero no es cierto y muchas cosas más, creo que irá escalando hasta que se de cuenta que me gusta que tenga sexo con otros pero bueno, hasta el momento me la estoy pasando genial jeje

Postada: Al final si lo hablamos

I was always under the impression growing up that your sexual tastes were your own, established in your DNA or at least long before adulthood. Now, I have a wildly different array of things that I liked compared to before, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Some of them could be considered “out there” and I can’t tell if they’re unnatural or artificial. Basically, I feel I’ve been “forced” to develop strong sexual obsessions connected to our…practices. Mostly just based on what my wife wants. And I was a virgin before hooking up with her (we were young and from conservative families).

If you need an example, here’s a slightly embarrassing one.

When we first started bumping uglies, my wife was very big into grooming and had laser hair removal. She was slippery smooth and that’s the way I always preferred it. I hated the idea of hairy pussy. However, the thing about laser was it was painful and time consuming, and expensive. And if you didn’t know, laser hair removal takes numerous sessions to complete, it keeps growing back weaker and weaker but if you don’t complete it, it’ll eventually come back.

So, you can probably see where this is going. At first, she wasn’t doing anything about it and it was fine because almost nothing grew. But eventually the dark, thick hair gradually started coming back. Essentially, she got lazy and let it go, and I didn’t want to tell her she needed to get rid of it, so I just kinda put up with it. Oral was a little strange, and when I rubbed her the hair got in the way, but I kind of tried to “power through”. My wife is beautiful and I consider myself lucky just to be with her, why would I make a stink about something like that? She is Latina, genetically a mix of Italian, French and South American native. So, not to be crass, but three infamous female populations. And she’s just hot, especially to me obviously. We love each other.

Eventually I went from “powering through” to “not minding” and even to “no preference”. This coincided with the hair laser wearing off over years so that it grew always thicker with time. Now I’m like a total pussy hair-whipped guy. Sometimes she likes to shave now for swimsuit season and I dread this. I beg her not to. I love her hairy, I love the touch, I love seeing it in my fingers, on top of me, etc. I basically need it in some capacity to get off now

It’s almost embarrassing but it’s come to an unnatural level. Like, I didn’t know I could feel this way about something, much less something like this.

Other things I feel this way about: vibrators. Didn’t live the idea at first, but it helped for positions where I couldn’t reach her clit so that we could still cum together. It helped us enjoy doggy more often, which is maybe my usual favorite. Idk if that’s why I associated it with arousal but now I just fucking love watching her use it and fingering or eating her while she warms up a little. Also kind of embarrassing.

There’s also long hair down to her ass (as opposed to shoulder length), being older than me, moaning (she likes it when I moan so I started forcing it. Now I really like it too).

Is this a thing? Can you be tricked into developing fetishes based on your partner, instead of vice versa? Honestly it’s nice in a certain sense, but sometimes I don’t know if I should be concerned.

TL;DR I have been pressured to put up with things like hairy pussy, vibrators, me moaning, etc. and now I could never go without them, and it’s embarrassing.

I had another account with a feminine sounding nickname, avatar with long hair and I would engage in Erotic roleplay subreddits pretending to be a cis woman and a lot of people were believing me and saying how hot I am and cute, without me sending any pictures, just from the way my persona was talking to them.

Why did I do it?

Because it makes me horny.

Because nobody in real life calls me attractive, hot or sexy, and I would love to be know what it feels like to have somebody be attracted to you.

Knowing that there are some guys out there imagining me as a girl and drooling over me, yearning for me is so hot. I am bisexual so it doesn't matter to me if its man or a woman on the other side getting turned on by me. The kick from it is the same.

Ive had several situations where people confused me for a woman or people online assumed I am a woman when I wasnt trying and it always makes me so excited.

I have no regrets.

i need to confess something ive never said out loud. my boyfriend makes fun of how skinny i am constantly and i get off on it. hell call me a skeleton, say i look sick, joke that he could snap me in half, etc. instead of feeling hurt i get this sick little rush. i smile and act like its just teasing but inside im feeding on it. ive had a secret eating disorder for years. (i blame my physique on genetics to everyone) and his comments make me feel like the restriction is "working."

strangers on the street do it too. they stare, they comment, they say i look like im dying or that i need to eat a burger. some are cruel, some pretend to care. either way it hits the exact same spot and i walk away feeling validated in the most fucked up way possible

at work its even worse. im a waitress and customers (especially older men) love to point it out. "jesus youre thin" "do they not feed the staff here" "careful with that tray stick" they laugh, their tables laugh... i just keep smiling while part of me is soaking it up. i really hate that about myself

and then theres also the online stuff. ive been seeking validation from strangers. i post in certain places, sending pics of my collarbones and wrists, fishing for comments about how tiny i am, how theyd fix me. it feels filthy and empty but i keep going back. i think im a terrible person.

i know how sick this all is. i know i should want the comments to stop. but the thought of people looking at me and not seeing "too skinny" scares the shit out of me. like if the mockery and the stares and the online messages disappeared, what would be left of me?

thankyou for reading till all the way here

TW - Abuse, sex, attempted murder, incest, sa, and about everything else ig

My parents divorced when I was 5. They were constantly hitting eachother and arguing. I was physically abused as well but that's about it. Fast forward to a year later and my mother is an emotional wreck. The house gets turned to a hoard house and it's kinda gross. We move out and at this point I'm about six and I have the first and until now, only good year of my life.

Then third grade happens and we move out and go to an orange house. This house gets completely unlivabe. Dried human waste and lots of bugs because we were always sick and my mother never cleaned. And there are six of us. Our electricity and water are kinda iffy. I'm also in school at this point. First and second grade were ok. Nothing really bad happened then. It's third grade where shit took a turn.I got into a "relationship" with a girl, we'll call her Violet. She was a normal kid ig. Well also there's this kid named, we'll call him Malek, and he was very.... rude. He would frequently punch me, beat me, and quite literally try to kill me. Well, this girl named, we'll call her Aliya, starts telling me that Violet is "cheating on me" and I believe her and decide to start being in a relationship with Aliya instead. I also lied and said Violet told me to kms. Aliya begins to tell me sexual things she wants to do to me and Malek and eventually wants me to kiss her. I don't want to but she gets upset and I do it anyway. Also, a bit later, Malek tries to strangle me and the BITCH ASS FUCKING TEACHER WATCHED. SHE DIDN'T DO FUCKIN SHIT. IT WASN'T UNTIL MY FRIEND TYSHAWN FUCKING PULLS MALEK OFF ME AND THEN ME AND TYSHAWN GOT IN FUCKING TROUBLE???Also around this time, idk how, but I got addicted to porn and snuff films. I PROMISE I AM NOT ANYMORE THAT SHIT IS FUCKED UP. And in one I saw a man getting beheaded on the side of a truck. Another a woman was tied up and beaten with a whip and forced to... do things

I started falling down this rabbit hole as a fucking third grader. Like. WHY????

And at the same time I started acting out sexually with my youngest brother. For the whole year we would have "pretend games" where we would do disgusting things together and I HATE this. I fucking hate myself! WHY THE FUCK DID I DO THAT SHIT? AM I A FUCKING PREDATOR? MY BROTHER WAS TWO YEARS YOUNGER! THEN WERE IN FIRST GRADE AND I WAS DOING THAT SHIT I FUCKING HATE IT. WHY?I promise, I stopped once fourth grade came around I don't do that anymore I wouldn't I would never do that I hate the entire IDEA OF that it's REPULSIVE.

And worst of fucking all? I knew it was wrong.

I tried to take my life because of how fucked up I was but it fucking FAILED. Obviously iit failed I used a flimsy ass rope. Oh well.

Anywho. This bitch ass cunt kid whose name I forgot but lets give him a name too... Gerard. Gerard started throwing rocks at me so I decided, being a fucked up POS, that I would kill him. I chased him for about 5 minutes before being held back by the teachers. THEY HOLD ME BACK BUT NOT THAT FUCKING CUNT MALEK? WHERE'S THE BLOODY LOIGC??

And I hate myself for this. I hate that in ONE wrong move I could be labeled a murderer, an assaulter, and an addict all when I was a GOD DAMN THIRD GRADER.I HATE THIS!

I DON"T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M SHARING THIS!?!?!I seriously hate myself.

Anywho

That's what I've got to share.I don't want help.

You cannot help me.If hell exists it's where I'm going.

And

See ya'.

I am a 22 y.o female and i like having sex with men. But after sleeping with 2 men i decided to stop that and marry someone for life. But deep down i want to fuck around. I want to be used. I want to participate in a gang bang. I want to be a slut. I want to experience every hot man. But then at the same time i don't want to. Because then no men would agree to marry me. What should i do?

my boyfriend set up this little reward system for me to help me stop cutting/self harming, and he’s been so sweet about it, but the thing is i’ve secretly been doing it anyway and acting like i haven’t

I do it in places he wouldn’t normally check, like around my chest so he’s been buying me little rewards and being so cute and supportive because he thinks i’ve been doing well, and i feel SO guilty because he genuinely thinks i’m clean.
i’m also really scared he’s gonna find out and be mad at me or hate me for lying. whenever we’re doing anything intimate, i refuse to take my top off or let him touch certain areas because i’m scared he’ll feel the raised scars or scabs and realise what’s been happening.

He’d probably break up with me

1. Trans chick named Lola

2. Zachs mom

3. Michelle

4. Your mom

5. Your dad

6. That mannequin i found behind a JCPenny

7. That deaf chick from college

8. Myself (im not that good)

9. Pastor Jeffrey

10. You.

Alors voilà je sais que c'est le fantasme de beaucoup de femmes et d'hommes d'avoir un gros pénis. Malheureusement je vais pas me venter d'en avoir un gros car c'est pas simple tout les jours je vous explique.

J'ai 29 ans j'ai un pénis qui mesure 24,5cm. Sur le papied ça donne envie à énormément de femme j'ai eu quelques partenaires avec qui j'ai échangé par message quand j'envoyais des photos de mon pénis elles étaient toutes énormément excité mais une fois en face... Très peu de femme arrive à gérer 24,5cm et c'est normal 90% de mes relations sexuelles se sont pas très bien passé pas confortable du tout pour les femmes et moi très mal a l'aise de faire mal...

Alors franchement entre avoir un gros et grand sexe c'est plus un inconvénient qu'autre chose..

i (18)M texas and i wanna lose my virginity to a woman who is in texas as well im js so fucking horny all the time

Me (18F) and my bf (19M) have been tg almost 3 years it’s a very toxic relationship he always cheats and i always take him back. The most recent time I took him back I stole his old iphone and had access to everything from his main phone and i never really been through his phone.

I was going through it and came across messages with his step mom (40F). They were sexting. well he was trying to get her to come fuck him n showing his dick she was resisting but he said “u already did it before” so i was really fucking shocked bc she always plays nice in my face, his relationship with his dad is not even bad fr and he always says how much he hates her and she ruined his life ever since she met his dad WHEN HE WAS A KID.

I continued to look and come to the realization that she was basically plotting on him waiting for him to turn 18. ALSO keep in mind his mother passed away a few years ago and she was still very much in the family when his dad and stepmom were together so his mom and stepmom were I guess cool and there was no ill will.

Fast forward a month I haven’t said anything to him and try to keep my distance from her because i basically live with him. We go this wedding that’s pretty far and i was already dreading it because I was gonna be stuck being around her and my bf too so I already had a feeling something was gonna come out about that situation or I was going to discover more things based off their interactions.

Sure enough that’s what happened. The night before the wedding me my bf his dad and his stepmom are sitting on the porch of the cabin and my bf and his stepmom are having some weird deep conversation that started at first about his aunt but then ended talking about his and his stepmom’s relationship and he said “you know what you did” or something along those lines and she was like “what did i do idk” and he said “don’t act like you don’t know” and I was literally trying not to burst into tears because i know their dirty little secret and knew what they were really talking about. I asked him what he was talking about when we went inside and he was basically saying he doesn’t know what i’m talking about.

It’s the day of the wedding so far everything’s fine and we went to the wedding everything was cool. I got super drunk so right when we went back to the cabin i knocked out and then i wake up 4 hours later at about 2am and my bf isn’t back yet so i call him and tell him to come back he comes back drunk as fuck and we stayed up prob another hour and he knocked out and j stayed up because I wanted to look in his phone so that’s what I do and I see he texted her at 12 am saying “wyd” now when i had his old phone and looked through the messages they would always text eachother randomly at late night times saying “wyd” now we all know what that means. I also found a vid of him recording her ass earlier that day.

The next day he was sick af so the good gf I am I didn’t confront him but he knew i went through his phone. We finally get back to his house the day after that and I tell him I know what’s going on between you and your stepmom he immediately says what are u talking about and I proceed to tell him everything I found and he kinda starts crying but only bc he’s caught . I’m asking him over n over did you guys fuck when did this happen blah blah blah he then tells me there was only 1 interaction and I already knew he was full of shit bc his story changed twice and the texts say different that there was more than 1 interaction.

He told me they were drunk on the couch and she started to get touchy and he started touching her boobs and showed her his dick but said she didn’t touch his dick or ANYTHING and that she was just a tease. Again the texts say different he literally said “you did it before”. So that kinda got push aside and we haven’t talked about it and that was about 2 weeks ago but I still feel very uneasy and
just know that he’s lying and something more intimate happened bc how are you going to risk all that for some sexts and touching boobs like they definitely went further than that and he’s just not telling me. I plan to tell him that i really don’t believe him and can’t be with him when he fucked his stepmom i just feel it in my gut they fucked.

let me know what you guys think this shits been driving me crazy .

Hey it’s me. Sad sack. Unlikable. I used to be a different man. Not much of one but better than whatever I let the internet convince me I should be.

I’ve been married for twenty one years. To an amazing woman who entered my life of being a widower with two young sons. She is/was gorgeous , never been married , no kids but great with mine; she was the whole package. I couldn’t believe I got her to even give me the time of day.

After losing my first wife so young and so tragically right in front of my eyes, that added even more to the motivation for me to pretty much worship my newly wed gorgeous amazing wife.

I put her on a
Pedestal so high

That it out undue pressure on her. Like she didn’t have the freedom to fail.

And me loving her and calling her amazing became a platitude even tho it’s how I felt. And still do feel.

Being intimate was always great but never frequent. It was a point of contention at times because I wanted it more than she did. I wanted once a week. She wanted once a month. We compromised. Once a month. That’s how it’s been.

I got addicted to some thangs and it affected me in a rough way and affected her even worse. There was a time I was going to go to my “doctor” to get something and she offered anything I wanted not to go. I should have capitalized but I was petulant and angry about what it takes to get some but it was honestly more and only about my fix. I screwed up. If I ever wanted it I definitely ruined the chances with that. We were separated for awhile and came back to a new normal.

Six or seven years and we’re on the same page in all areas and I just stopped thinking about being romantic. When it happened great if not I’ll be fine.

Fast forward to now I’m in the latter parts of my train g career and was asked to move From elementary to middle school to patch a significant hole I started growing my goatee that she hates and says she hates.

It makes her not want to kiss me.

That always kept me goatee free

Until middle school. I can’t explain it I just am self conscious about my looks and I feel so much better inside with it. I’m like Samson I guess.

My wife talks to me and says “you know. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something. Life is short. I wanted to straddle you the other day but that goatee I can’t kiss you so I didn’t “

I should have said yes ma’am goatee gone

But I remembered the stupid videos about being a simp if I do everything my wife asks all the time

It’s more than just that but anyway it got to me

I said “babe I need to feel good about this transition and this goatee for some reason gives me the confidence I need to get it done. Once the planes off the ground I’ll shave it. Give me a month?”

She was not expecting that answer and it really put a divide. I rejected her again. And it wasn’t even for “thangs” this time.

So what do I do? Worst of both worlds. Go back on what I said. BY shaving and she’s still upset that I didn’t shave for her last night.

This is that little thing that is going to be that straw that’s final. I feel it in my beta simp bones.

And I don’t want sympathy I promise I’m just in a rough place right now and I’m letting the I internet dictate my marriage.

He said to the internet.

Let’s prove Einstein wrong by solving a problem with the same level of thinking that created it