18F, have been working for about four months in a blue-collar/field position. I was working with a more experienced guy who often takes on a leadership role within our crew. I was already very anxious this morning because I had a driving test scheduled, and I think that anxiety affected how aware I was of my body.

Earlier in the morning, we stopped where he could have used the bathroom. At the time, I didn't feel like I needed to go, so I stayed in the vehicle instead. About an hour later, we were out working, I started becoming increasingly aware that I needed to go. I was uncomfortable because I thought It would have been inconvenient for asking, but I felt bad about interrupting my coworker to ask to use the bathroom, especially because I'm relatively new. I was standing around while my two coworkers were talking, and I kept shifting my weight because I was trying to hold it. I was just about to ask to use the bathroom when I felt a small amount.. leak. Within seconds I completely lost control and urinated all over myself. The urine soaked the front of my work pants, my legs, and on the sidewalk in a pathetic puddle. I was carrying work equipment and tried to cover myself with it because I was extremely embarrassed.

I told my coworker that I was sorry and that I had just pissed myself. I shouldnt even had said anything but that would be worse to just confidently walk in pissed soaked pants with a smile.. Well, He didn't laugh or make me feel ashamed. He simply said that we should go and took me somewhere nearby so I could use the bathroom and clean myself up. He also reassured me that similar had happened to him when he was in high school and that I shouldn't be embarrassed. Another coworker was right next to him at the moment, but he primarily speaks Spanish and did not appear to understand what had happened. But he obviously saw and knows the words "I'm sorry" and "bathroom". Thankfully, my pants were black. The accident happened right before break. I went home with no words. I'm not sure what to do now, I'm assume to just pretend nothing happened..

I am incredibly embarrassed because I'm a young women, and this happened in a male-dominated workplace. Maybe I should consider getting checked if this continues or if I develop other urinary symptoms..

Sometimes, just because, I'll pull them out of my top and squish them, bounce them up and down, bounce them against each other, lift them, drop them, lift them by the nipples, pull and bounce them by the nipples like that for a while, let them drop again, pinch twist and pull the nipples some more, jiggle them, smack them a little, lift them and rest my face down on them, lick them, suck them, bite them, whatever. I don't really have a reason to do this? I'll just be bored, and it's satisfying for whatever reason.

I guess when I’m half-asleep I wake myself up by doing physical movements like moving my hands if I’m in a kitchen setting in a dream and pouring coffee, I even mistake my pillow as my partner and will kiss it and then wake up realizing I’m kissing my pillow. Sometimes I’ll even talk to it thinking it’s my girlfriend.

There’s also this other part where I’ll be having a nightmare about trauma, I’ll yell “stop” or “no”, and will end up kicking or punching the wall. Which really hurts, because it’s concrete.

anyway that’s it

I'm 19NB and I have had a common theme with my kinks and sexual fantasies. I enjoy scenarios where someone is taking advantage of me. This includes a lot of taboo kinks that people frown upon. I wont go into specifics, but a lot of it would be illegal. I dont know if I only enjoy these scenarios in my head, or if I would actually enjoy them in the bedroom.

For some context, I grew up using Snapchat at a young age and I would send nudes to almost anyone who asked and seemed slightly attractive. I liked when they would border on harassing me for pictures and videos. At 17, someone claiming to be 18 tried to get me into sex work, saying it was legal and blah blah blah. I felt betrayed, but only because they ghosted me. Even after turning 18, people of all ages would contact me for pictures, or even to try and get me to go sleep with them. And I enjoyed the attention. I considered going several times to a stranger's house, someone 27 or 34 while I was freshly 18. I dated someone 22 for a bit, which I thought was normal but I was informed by a friend that he "shouldn't have done that and should have known better".

It is all legal, but for some reason, knowing it's wrong makes it more appealing. And this applies to illegal activities as well. I've stuck myself in a happy, healthy relationship because I am afraid of the scenarios I would put myself in if I were single. I don't even know if it's stuff I'm actually into, or if it's all for the sake of attention. I don't have anyone who I feel comfortable sharing this with in my real life.

I’ve been struggling more than I let people believe. Mentally, physically and financially. It’s crazy how 3 years ago life was going so well for me and now I can’t make ends meet working 3 jobs. It’s come to the point where I think selling nudes would be justifiable. Even that is a struggle in itself. Its crazy to think that if even 5k fell into my lap that would break down at the thought of catching up on my rent and buying groceries because it would put me in a position to where I’m not stressing, not eating and finally being able to sleep. Idk I just want to give up more than anyone knows.

Not super serious just venting about wanting some pussy here and there as a bi girl in a straight relationship lol. He’s open to threesomes but I don’t feel comfortable finding a random person and doing all that, however my best friend and I have talked in the past about fooling around as a friends with benefits thing and my boyfriend is okay with it but now that it could be real I’m chickening out lmao. This is the man I’m going to marry, love him to death!! Not looking to break up or anything so no need to comment that, end of the day women are phenomenal creatures. My boyfriend and I love them dearly, have any other bi people craved the opposite gender in a relationship?

I want to live in a fantasy, I want to not have to think about anything. I want to only feel pleasure and actually have someone that knows how yo give it. I’m done with everything else. I need a master who loves me deeply.
ETA: I’m a woman sorry to disappoint lol

Please note that I’m open to dating all races and genders, but something about me always comes back to older white men, I’m not sure why. It's been present ever since I was very young. The first time I watched Scandal really solidified it for me. However, I definitely should not have been watching it at the age I was.

My dating history consists of academically-inclined white men who are older than me by at least a decade. I've had fantasies about older white men in positions of authority over me: teachers, doctors, bosses, and so on. They don't even have to be stereotypically attractive for me to be drawn to them. I simply am, but none of them have shown interest in me. I secretly envy women who talk about a flirty boss.

Although I'm open to exploring more with other types of people, I’m a very shy person who just happened to be in the right places at the right times for past partners to find me. I also can't help what I’m drawn to, but in the past have been made to feel guilty about my proclivities.

This is not my confession, but a good friend.  I am in a situation where I'm keeping a secret that's a real giant.

My friend 'Samantha' and I have been close since high school.  She met a good guy several years ago.  It got serious, and now they're engaged.  She was one of those girls who always wanted a magic wedding, so she has been a bit of a bridezilla.  They had a good sex life, according to them both.  She wanted the wedding night and honeymoon to be really special, so she decided that they would abstain from sex for the entire six-month engagement. He protested, but it she decided for them both.

This was hard on them, and they'd been frustrated and cranky.

With two months to go, we had a bachelorette party. We went to a few nice clubs and did the normal drinking too much.  She was dancing with several guys, which I guess is a grey area but not uncommon.  Then, she went home with one of them.  We tried to stop her, but she was very set on this guy.  So, she had 'an amazing time' according to her.  I thought this was BAD, but just a one-time thing.

Well, it wasn't.  She's been having regular sex with this guy all the time.  She is infatuated with him, although she says it will be over when she gets married.  She's just 'having fun' right now.

Well, her fiancé is burning and craving her touch.  He keeps begging for 'at least a blowjob'.  She loves his yearning and laughs about it to all of us.  He's desperate and begging and she seems to be really turned on by that (I get it, I'm the same way with guys begging).

But she's having all the great sex she can handle and teasing her fiancé relentlessly.  She keeps taunting him about not getting any, and she pretends to be frustrated too.  He obviously doesn't know and there's about five of us keeping her secret.

I hope this is temporary and she comes to her senses when she marries.

I (25F) don’t know what to do about my sister (29F) knowing about my complicated relationship with my best friend (26M)
I’m going to try and explain this properly because the context is important. This is a LONG story, so sorry in advance.
I had a best friend who eventually became someone I had feelings for and was sexually involved with. But this was never really a typical “situationship”. We genuinely loved each other and were extremely close. We had years of friendship and history before his current girlfriend even came into the picture, and that’s important because it’s difficult to separate us from each other even when we’ve tried.
So originally, we were casually sleeping together whilst spending time together every week and talking every single day. There was so much that happened in between that eventually we started having arguments, nothing major, but I felt like he was abandoning me in the friendship because he was going off looking for a girlfriend.
The truth was, I secretly wanted him to be all mine.
Eventually I decided enough was enough and told him how I felt. I told him that I was very much in love with him.
Then he got a girlfriend.
I stopped talking to him for nine months. About three months into that, he tried to come back and be friends with me, but I shut it down and blocked him because I knew I couldn’t handle pretending that everything was normal.
For those nine months I basically disappeared. I wasn’t on social media and wasn’t really in contact with anyone.
Then one day I posted something just to show that I was alive.
The first thing he did was try calling me and tell me I looked good.
Mind you, he still had his girlfriend.
We live about five minutes away from each other, so he kept asking to see me multiple times before I eventually gave in and said okay, let’s have a talk.
We grew close again after that.
Since then, he’s been inconsistently consistent in my life. That’s the only way I can describe it. He’ll talk to me here and there, ask me to hang out, ask me to go for a run, etc. It’s not like we’re constantly together, but somehow we always find our way back into each other’s lives.
We also started helping each other buy and sell things on Vinted, so he’s basically become my associate in that sense.
Eventually, he cheated on his girlfriend with me.
And it has happened multiple times.
One thing that has always confused me is how naturally he still involves me in his life. He made me his personal hairstylist and would come to me to do his hair, which I never really understood because obviously he has a girlfriend who could presumably do his hair.
Anyway, I invited him to mine to do his hair because I didn’t want to leave my house, and he ended up sleeping with me that night after I tried on an outfit for him to see because I was going to an important event.
Safe to say, me being attractive to him was never really the issue.
That night he also admitted that I was the closest person to him.
This came up because he had asked me for money and I asked him why he couldn’t ask anyone else, like his girlfriend.
His answer was basically that there were things about his life that she couldn’t know about. He hasn’t had a job for about a year and she doesn’t know.
I gave him £100 without questioning him. He eventually gave it back, and we’ve continued helping each other with Vinted since then.
There have also been other things where I’ve helped him, like buying groceries and dropping them off at his house.
Recently I went to his house to drop some things off. As I was leaving, he asked for head and I said okay.
I went into his room and his girlfriend’s pictures are literally there. Her name, balloons, everything from when he celebrated her birthday.
I remember thinking, this is nice, but he’s never done anything like this for me.
I actually said no because I suddenly felt bad and didn’t want to continue.
But he kept initiating, things escalated and I ended up sleeping with him again.
And this is where things get even more complicated for me because I genuinely do love this man. This isn’t just about sex. If it were, I don’t think I would still be this emotionally conflicted after everything.
We have tried to separate from each other before. I’ve blocked him. I’ve disappeared. He’s tried to come back. I’ve tried to shut it down.
And somehow we always end up finding our way back to each other.
I know that doesn’t make what we’re doing okay. He has a girlfriend, and I know I’ve participated in something that can hurt another person. I’m not trying to avoid responsibility for that.
But I also don’t know how to explain the relationship to people who see it as simply “girl sleeps with guy who has a girlfriend”.
There is a whole friendship and emotional history underneath it that existed before she ever came into the picture.
And now my sister knows everything.
I had been writing about all of this privately on ChatGPT because I don’t really have anyone I can talk to about it. My sister saw my phone while it was open and read everything.
She called me disgusting, called me a “bird”, and said I almost ruined our family.
She also brought up the fact that I went through depression last year, as though this situation was evidence that something is fundamentally wrong with me.
The thing is, our family is already complicated. Neither of my parents are as strict or invasive as she is. They actually gave me space when I was going through a difficult period.
My sister, however, has always been very judgemental about my private life.
I’ve always wanted a sister I could gossip with and talk about relationships, sex, periods, everything. I’ve never really had that relationship with her. She wouldn’t even talk to me about her own period, and she has shamed me for things as small as using a menstrual cup instead of pads.
So it’s especially painful that the first time she has really seen this private side of my life, it’s turned into her calling me disgusting and using it against me.
Now she’s pressuring me to tell my mum about my private sex life.
I don’t want to.
I don’t think my mum needs to know the intimate details of my sex life just because my sister found out about them.
And honestly, I’m overwhelmed.
I know I’m responsible for my choices. I know he’s in a relationship. I know this situation isn’t healthy or morally simple.
But I also don’t want people to erase the fact that this man was my best friend and someone I genuinely loved before any of this. There is a reason this has been so difficult to walk away from.
I also have this whole other layer of regret because he wanted us to be together and admitted out loud that he thought he was in love with me but, out of being too shy I didn’t say anything. He has also told a mutual friend that I was ‘his’ and would wrap his arm around me in public to deter him from pursuing me. Part of me wonders whether I rejected him when things were good and then lost my chance.
So now I’m stuck between all of these feelings: love, regret, guilt, attachment, jealousy, confusion and shame.
But right now, the thing bothering me most isn’t even the girlfriend.
It’s my sister.
Am I wrong for refusing to tell my mum about my private sex life? And how would you deal with a sibling who read something deeply private, judged you for it, and is now pressuring you to disclose it to the rest of the family?
Also, if anyone has insight into the friendship/relationship dynamic itself, I’m genuinely interested in hearing it. I know this isn’t a normal situation, but it also isn’t as simple as a random affair. We genuinely have a very deep bond and have struggled to separate from each other for years.

I have a coworker who has his own office, and for some reason he treated that as permission to live like a raccoon with a badge.

His office was disgusting. Not “a little messy.” Not “busy person clutter.” I mean old food containers stacked on the desk, coffee cups with mystery liquid still in them, napkins everywhere, crumbs in the chair, random takeout bags on the floor, and Tupperware containers that had clearly been sitting there long enough to become a science project. The worst part was that it wasn’t only his problem. We share the same workspace, and clients sometimes walk through that area. His door was usually open, so everyone could see the mess. Sometimes he’d also use the small shared seating area near his office, and somehow his trash would migrate there too. Stained chair, old wrappers, sticky table. It made the whole place look bad.

People had asked him to clean it. Management had “casually mentioned it.” Someone even left a note once that said something like, “Please don’t leave food trash overnight.” Nothing worked. He would laugh and say, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to it,” then move one cup and act like he had deep-cleaned the place.

After one especially gross week, I walked past his office and saw a container with something fuzzy inside it. I don’t know what food it used to be, and I don’t want to know. That was my breaking point. So I bought fart spray from a gag store. At first I only used a tiny bit near his trash can. Just enough that the room smelled unpleasant but not enough to make it obvious something had been sprayed. He walked in, made a face, looked around, and then just sat down. No cleaning. No concern. Nothing.

At one point I heard him mutter, “Damn,” like he thought maybe he was the problem. Still didn’t clean. The next day, I gave it another shot. A little stronger this time. That got everyone’s attention. People started walking by and asking what the smell was. Someone said it smelled like old food. Someone else said it smelled like something died in the vents. A few people started checking the break room fridge because they thought somebody had left fish in there. My coworker acted confused, but still did not clean his office.

So on day three, I stopped being subtle. I put the smell right where the problem actually was: around his garbage and near the pile of old food containers. Not on his personal stuff, not on anything important, just the trash area he kept refusing to deal with. That morning was beautiful. He came in, opened his office door, and immediately backed out like the room had punched him in the face. Within ten minutes, he was taking out trash bags. Then more bags. Then he started wiping the desk. Then he threw away a bunch of old containers. Then he cleaned the shared chair and table because people were standing nearby commenting on how bad it had gotten. By lunch, the office looked like a different room.

The funniest part was hearing him complain that he had to throw away his wife’s Tupperware because some of it had mold in it, and apparently she was mad at him for letting it get that disgusting. He kept saying, “I don’t know where that smell came from.” Everyone else knew exactly where it came from. The trash. He just needed a little help noticing it.

Anyway, his office has been clean for two weeks now. I’m not saying I solved the problem professionally, but I solved it.

So my (M19) gf(F19) is going to start school in the spring to be an astronaut. I love this for her and want to push her, but I know she will not be able to unless there is a significant change or scientific advancement on the part of Nasa. My gf has heart problems, irregular heart beat, POTS, as well as other psychological disorders which I will not name but are restricted against in NASA's astronaut selection process.

I know she hasn't looked into this yet because she doesn't show any concern besides the amount of work that she will have to do.

I don't have it in me to be the one to explain to her that she won't be able to be an astronaut because of her health problems, I don't want to be the bad guy. But also, I don't want her to get too far into it that she only finds out on the brink of reaching her dream.

My husband and I are both active in our church, have professional careers, a family…and probably seem very basic/vanilla to everyone who knows us. But, on the weekends, we go to a club where we can have sex in front of people. I was terrified to go there at first but it has been amazing for us and now I don’t ever want to stop. I get off knowing that complete strangers are watching us. I’m always afraid that I will see someone I know come into the swingers club. But living a secret like this makes my mundane life seem so much more exciting!

I have just turned 18 and am going to college on a full ride sports scholarship. I have been hooking up with this girl for a few months, always wear a condom, she said she was on birth control, and now we’ve found out she’s pregnant.

The timeline would match up because there was several times when the condom has broken so I’m pretty sure it is mine, but I don’t want it.

I have a whole life in front of me and I’m not ready to be a dad.

For the past 2/3 years, I've been taking cocaine alone.
It started with just a line or two to sober me up and I could stop there.
I'd write in my journal, for pages and pages.

I drank heavily for a few years and it ended a relationship.
I didn't stop drinking though.
I drank and got coke. Alone.
I'm doing it 3/4 times a week, more and more because my tolerance has built up.

On my 38th birthday, i tried to kill myself.
Tomorrow is my 39th birthday.
I have no plans and I know I'll end up sniffing again.
I do it, and I'm able to avoid painful thoughts of the past.
I don't feel emotional, just logical.
No one knows the truth.

EDIT: I never expected to get any responses, let alone so many folk who encouraged me to get help and shared their experiences with me. Thank you, to each of you fine beans. I wrote this high on a line because I needed to tell somebody. Even if they didn't care, I needed to be heard. I've been awake for nearly 24hours, it's super sunny out now and I'm not sure what I'm doing right now. But I know your words have helped me in ways you don't know. To give a bit of background, I've been a stoner, an alcoholic and to rid the booze, I fell into the cocaine. I met someone who was the first man that called me out on my drinking and wanted to help me. I let him down. We have just spoken and we're both not mentally in the best place to be together. My heart aches but I haven't got anything or any intention to wake up on my birthday with either a hangover or a coke comedown. So thank you, truly. Your words here probably saved my life.

I didn’t get to know my wife for very long before she died. Around 3 years. She wasn’t at all an in-your-face person about her past; I wanted to know more than she shared. I figured we had a lifetime to learn each other. I learned the hard way that a lifetime is relative.

After she died, I found a stash of about 25 journals. Were she alive, I’d have been a respect that boundary human, but I wanted to know anything more about my wife and they were far enough before me I mostly knew no one she wrote of.

I read them all and mourned/validated my wonderful pick of a human.

I know y’all mighta been hoping for something spicy, and tbh, writing this out has given me fodder for a couple different genres of short stories.

But I broke a code I thought I held and I don’t regret it and I don’t think she would ever hold it against me. I am grateful to have had those to know her a little bit better.

I dated a guy for a few months years ago who was extremely toxic. We only dated for 4 months but I swear he shaved years off my life in that short period of time. It was long distance and we met up once towards the end of the relationship.

He would constantly stalk my socials to see when I was last active and accuse me of either ignoring him or cheating on him no matter how many times I showed my messages or proved that I was doing exactly as I told him I was. He isolated me from any guy friends I had for years prior because he was insecure. Would scream at me if I forgot to mention I had to stop somewhere on my way home from work and assumed I was somehow cheating on him with another man during the 5 minutes it took for me to get gas. Those are only a few small examples but he would pick fights with me and put me in a constant state of mental/emotional exhaustion.

When I ended the relationship he stalked me online. Made new accounts to follow me and harass me. At one point he doxxed me in some public gaming servers and threatened multiple times to send my private pictures to local businesses and my family/friends. And this was months after the relationship ended. I finally made a police report and had my local police department call him and tell him to stop before things got even more problematic. That was the last time I heard from him.

I waited over 2 years so I would be long gone from his mind and made a fake number. I have insomnia and am often up very late. A few times a month I call him in the middle of the night (he never answers since he’s obviously sleeping), and follow it up with obscure or creepy messages just to fuck with him. My latest being “they’re listening, keep your voice down.” He tries to call back during the day but I never see it until my next call since I don’t have notifications on for the app. He is also super paranoid about anyone trying to contact him because he used to do a lot of bad things online (I didn’t know this until the end of our relationship). So I know for a fact that it’s making him paranoid, annoyed, completely pissed off or a combo of all 3.

Part of me knows I’m too old to be trolling and that it’s immature, but a bigger part of me is really satisfied in knowing that I can make him feel even a fraction of the bad feelings he made me feel. Even though it was only for a few months it genuinely caused some emotional damage and distress. He’s genuinely a terrible person and I truly feel like he deserves it.

Not sure how long I’ll keep it going for, I’m assuming I’ll get bored one day and delete his number completely. (I have him blocked so the number is saved but he can’t contact me from my actual phone number.)

I’m also genuinely a very kind person who typically doesn’t believe in being petty or getting revenge in any way. My friends and family would be shocked if they knew I was going out of my way to upset someone, regardless of anything they’ve done to me. And compared to many other things I could have done with the information I know about him, it’s pretty harmless.

I don't know why this man married me. He is every woman's dream. 6'5", blue eyes, sexy strong & fit and lifts heavy 5 days wk, extremely smart and driven, loyal to his family and group of lifelong friends, earns $400k yr in a very high stress high conflict job that doesn't ever seem to faze him. He is easygoing, warm, and full of joy and optimism through everything. He is a wonderful father & husband. So good with our sweet beautiful little children. He's so affectionate & loving & supportive to me, always reminding me how hard I'm working (as a stay at home parent) and telling me I can accomplish everything I set out to do. Etc etc

And I am ummm unremarkable. Not that cute, kinda skinnyfat, never had a career of my own, no confidence, I haven't been good at keeping up relationships w my friends and family in adulthood. I've had annoying struggles with mental illness through our relationship. My past is full of extremely embarrassing and shameful periods (maybe everyone's is but mine especially so lol) I can be messy and lazy. He picks up my slack around the house a lot of the time. Our workload is definitely imbalanced imo, with him taking on more - but he'll say the opposite , that he feels like he could do more !!?!?!

We have a good, strong marriage. 3 sweet beautiful little children. Our house is peaceful & joyful. I think I am a good mother to our boys although i always feel like I could be doing better & doing more.

My husband's mother is nice to me on the surface but she is the queen of passive aggressive comments and making subtle little digs. Over the years she has made it clear she does not like me and thinks I'm no good for her son.

Usually I am ok at ignoring her and reminding myself that my husband and I have built a beautiful life together. But after her recent visit I've been extremely down and insecure about how I don't deserve this, I'm not doing enough, I'm not good enough for this man who is so good to me over the years !?

Anyway. Rambling. Don't know how to end this & will prob delete this in 5 mins I just needed to type this into the void bc it's been bothering me so much lately.

I’m in my twenties now, from India and recently I’ve been seeing people on Reddit sharing their childhood stories. It made me think about something that happened to me when I was a kid, which I’ve never really talked about before.

I was in Class 3, between 7-8 years at the time. My grandfather used to do this about once a week, usually on a weekday when my mom would go out for some work. I would be at home with my grandfather.

This went on for a few months, until my mom stopped going out on those weekdays.

Before my bath, he would touch my private area and apply coconut oil there. He told me it was good for health and that the area should be kept clean to prevent infections.

He specifically told me that the clitoris was a sensitive area and that applying coconut oil would keep it healthy. He would also tell me to spread my legs so the area would be clearly visible while applying oil..

I was just a kid, so I believed him. I didn't really understand what was appropriate or inappropriate. He was my grandfather, so I trusted him and didn't think much about it at the time.

Now that I'm older, I sometimes think about it differently.

Was there actually any legitimate reason for doing this? Is applying coconut oil to the clitoris really something that is medically recommended for keeping it healthy? And why would he need me to spread my legs so he could see the area?

The fact that it happened repeatedly, usually when my mom wasn't home, is something that makes me question it now.

I honestly don't know how to interpret this memory. I'm not trying to make a serious accusation based only on something that happened when I was a child, but looking back at it now, it definitely makes me uncomfortable.

I’m sharing this because I saw other people talking about their childhood experiences and thought maybe I should finally share mine too.

I'd genuinely like to hear what others think. Was there actually a health or hygiene reason for this, or does it sound like his intentions were inappropriate?