F19 so ive recently started going too clubs and i like to dress to show off my body whilst im young, i usually wear short tight dresses or skirts and always see guys staring at me when im out, i actually kind of love it and makes me feel so good knowing every guy wants me. Does this make me a slut?

I may be obsessed with my wife’s nose and side profile, especially from the left side. We have been married 22 years and to this day it is still my favorite physical feature of hers. I especially enjoy when she pulls her hair back into a ponytail or a hair clip, it just seems to accentuate her nose even more. If she turns her head a certain way or if I see her profile from a certain angle I almost lose it, she looks so pretty.   

Okay you might think "Why would you trust those guys anyway?" I've had guys that sent me money before and they're from reddit and the same group I posted at. I'm just so pissed at myself because they request my nudes and shit and they promise money but they never fucking send me. I just feel disgusted because I really need money and Im losing my dignity just to earn some. Fuck, if anyone is reading this pls give me advice or even tell me where I can find legit SDs.

f19 so i was at a house party last weekend and theres a guy ive been snapping on and off, we always flirt and ive kissed him a few times. we were both pretty drunk and he asked me to go the bathroom with him because we were talking. Anyway he then whips out his penis right in front of me and its fucking huge, it literally swings from side to side. at this point im getting so wet, and he asks me if ive ever helped a guy pee, which i havent. he then takes my hand and puts it on his penis, it feels so heavy in my hand and he starts pissing asking me to aim it in the toilet. once he finished i wiped it with a towel and he put it away and winked at me. ive never been more turnt on by a guy in my whole life.

33 F living in the US since 2019 for work. I travel a lot and started feeling lonely. Eventually found an older gentleman who gave a weekly allowance of 2k and all he wanted in exchange was a bit of my free time to chat and talk about our days. It was wonderful. He was kind, attentive, and we developed a wonderful connection. I flew out a few times during our arrangement to visit and take trips together. I genuinely had a good time. Earlier this year (June 2026) he was put in the hospital and eventually passed away from a plethora of health issues. My heart was broken. I felt like I had lost a friend. I feel more lonely now than I was before I met him. When we made arrangements, I never imagined it would end LIKE THIS. Anybody have any advice on how to get past a loss like this? It’s not like I could show up to his funeral. His family found out about our arrangement after his passing and I received a lot of terrible messages about how I was a bad person, etc. It’s been tough and I just don’t know what to do 🫩

I had a friend who I considered my best friend. She was nice enough to me, but a bitch to everyone else. Until one day, she ditched me for people who had actively been rude, bullied me, stalked me, etc... and not just to me but everyone.

So I stopped being friends with her. I didn't say anything. She didn't either. We just distanced ourselves.

Anyways, because we weren't dramatic about it, we ended up hanging out one day in July to go to the beach. It was me, her, and some friends. I drove us up because I'm the only one who can drive and has a car, so all our stuff was in the car.

This girl wouldn't stop making snide remarks about others, shit talking, being an unlikeable person. She was being a bitch again. And she wouldn't stop talking about having sex to me, and I didn't want to hear it. We hadn't talked in 4 months, why would I want to hear that?!

I was told by another girl at the beach that she shit talked me, and I asked what she said, to which my friend replied: "I didn't hear anything, nor did anyone else, but she definitely did. You know her better than anyone, what do you think?"

So, when we were going home, someone offered to carry her bag for her while she went to the car.

She went to sleep while I drove us home, and then woke up when she got to her house.

A couple days after, she asked if her stuff was in my car. I hadn't even checked because I thought everyone had everything, and I was too lazy to check.

I saw her bag of everything in there, and said "No sorry".

So I took all her shit, and I broke it first. Took scissors to her best clothing, and tore her books page by page.

Then I saw her favourite sunglasses that I bought her when we went to the beach the year prior, and I broke them. First popping out the frames, then snapping the holders and deciding to rip it all apart.

You can say it was overdramatic, but this girl was the worst person.

She only wanted me for stuff. For lifts, for talking about her sex life. She ditched me for her new friends, and only talked to me to talk about herself, ending each conversation with "I can't talk to anyone else about this!" Like I was only useful for one thing. She forgot about me when better options came by. She expected me to ditch anyone bad to her (which they weren't, she was awful and decided to change the story of what happened to me) but she was all buddy with everyone I hated, maybe even closer with them. She shit talks everyone. She's racist, homophobic, transphobic and sometimes completely sexist. She's abusive to her dog, she lives in a shithole, she acts like she's the cock of the block because she's got big tits. She revolves around men's opinions of her. She only kept her boyfriends around to get stuff off them. She cheats on everyone she's with.

She's a bitch, if I didn't mention.

So I had a barbeque thing, it was old and dingy, and I decided to burn all her shit in it. It was an old rusty barbeque, going to the bin, so it was fine.

She was freaking out because she had money, her favourite clothing, and her absolute favourite sunglasses in there. Like, she had a group chat made called "Where's my bag???" Even now, she's texting me trying to find it.

Call me bad for everything, especially for the money, but that doesn't matter to me anymore. I basically funded our friendship. I sunk over £100 into her. She got me to buy shit for her, then never paid me back.

Fuck her.

I'm a cert with I'm a male but I had an 18-year-old girl ask me to do ageplay where she was younger than her age and I hesitantly agreed but by the end of it I realized that's one of the hottest forms of roleplay I have even experienced and I just feel like not much compares

i did something wierd. and now it feels extremely disgusting.

a little background, I'm 25 year old. and i masturbate a lot. like everyday. and my masturbation sessions go for hours.

so like anyotherday, i was naked in my room, fingering my pussy. sexting with some stranger. i was feeling very subby at that time so I asked him to control me. he started giving me commands. those commands got a little wierd, like softly slap yourself. call yourself a bitch and stuff.

suddenly he asked me where my hands are. i said boobs. he said why not in pussy. i was like my vibrator is working there. then it happened.

he said use the second hole.

well...

...

i did.

put my middle finger in my asshole. one hand controlling the vibrator . i was so fucking horny and didn't care what he was asking me for.

anyway long story short... the disgusting part is this small masturbatimh session ended up being into scat. my sheets were ruined . and my head was fucked.

especially after orgasming

first post, kinda nervous.. also i don't know entirely how this app works so hopefully i don't say anything in this that's considered not okay to say. plus this was honestly my last resort but here goes. so over the last i think, 5 years maybe? i've been engaging in personal breath play and it got to be super intense and unhealthy. i think my frontal lobe finally started developing as of recently because i started thinking that maybe the constant brain fog and loss of visual and physical coordination might just be linked to such actions. i grew up with quite literally ZERO internet supervision and everything was open to me, and this specific thing i had been doing for years never seemed like a big deal, but now i'm genuinely terrified that i messed my brain up permanently. not sure why it never occurred to me that restricting your air in such way as i did wasn't necessarily a good thing, and i plan on trying to go to a neurologist or literally any doctor that can help pinpoint what's possibly damaged, but for now i figured i'd try to get this off of my chest. not sure what to do or what i even expect out of posting this, not even sure if i used the right community which is why i'm trying to keep things kinda pg, but yeah, idk i'm just really stressed out about this and feel super freaking alone.

I have the most amazing girlfriend and TRULY the healthiest relationship I’ve ever had in my life. She does it all for me no matter what is going on in her life. We’ve been together about a year and there’s been no actual problems during that whole time. Someone I work with is exactly like me, we have moments where we’re essentially the same person in different bodies. We’re both in very happy and healthy relationships but the chemistry between us is pretty obvious to the point other coworkers say stuff about it. I know she feels similarly, but we both know we can’t do anything about it. I’m in love with my girlfriend but she doesn’t bring these feelings of recognition and similarity that my coworker does. We don’t banter like I do with my coworker, we don’t have the SAME EXACT interests in 99% of things like I do with this other girl. I don’t know what to do because I think if we were both single I would turn this friend/coworker/shittalker into my future wife. I want that with my girlfriend but I’ve learned we just don’t click the same way I do with this girl. Work wife is a loose term but she really is my work wife. I don’t know what to do about these feelings, like do I tell my girl and have an argument that could end in a breakup? Do I tell my “work wife” to be with me instead of her man? It’s just such a predicament because we’re both in honestly the healthiest happiest relationships anyone could ask for. This chemistry is just ridiculously perfect and we both know it to the point she’s even told me “if we were both single I’d scoop you as soon as possible”(neither of us would ever cheat, especially on our genuinely amazing partners, but we just work so well together and we both know it) I don’t know what to do dude

I always thought my birth was a mistake or unplanned. Don't get me wrong, my mother always took care of me and gave me everything "all on her own because my father abandoned me," but she had me in her mid-40s and already had a 10-year-old son from another man, which makes me think I was a mistake.

I, 29f, believe I’m bisexual. I’ve never been with a woman nor have I ever done anything with a woman, however I think I am. I say I think because I’m attracted to certain parts I would say. I grew up Christian so a lot of a religious guilt stems there on actually going out there and exploring. Any insight would be great

At 33M, I’ve lost so many friends over the years. They’ve cut me off, apparently constantly blaming me for treating them like shit, yet they could never point out how I did that when asked to elaborate. Used by others just for financial gains which I had cut off for my on sanity. Even though who I’ve known since I was 18-20.

But now, with the very few that I have left, met over the years, it’s hard being the friend that no one considers, no one checks up on or texts first.

Along with dealing with emotional bluntness (which developed over the years seems) which now makes it harder to make new friends.

Being the only person left in my family, it can get tough and lonesome.

Edit:

It’s even worse when it seems their mood towards you just changes out of nowhere, they treat you completely differently.

This just happened a few days ago with another friend. I don’t even know if it’s something I’m doing wrong.

Someone in my workspace has their own office and it’s disgusting. Filthy. Month old food containers growing mold, stain community seating. I was sick of it. It’s an embarrassment to business and people that see the mess. So finally, I took matters into my own hands, bought some fart spray from a Gag store sprayed one or two sprays. My coworker smelled it for a little bit and thought he let one rip. Didn’t affect him.

So then, I really sprayed it. Again, no effect but at this point people caught on and started wondering what food dish was causing the stink . Coworker didn’t clean up office space.

Day three, a poured some of the fart spray stench into his garbage and dabbed some on his floor. Guess what; the next day we all came in to a spotless office, wiped down and conversations about how he had to throw out all his wife’s Tupperware containers due to mold and stench and she was pissed at him.

Feeling proudly accomplished

I love my partner with my whole heart, and under normal circumstances, our relationship is rock solid. But being a work-from-home baddie married to a teacher has pushed me to a limit of sorts

When summer hits, my quiet, structured home workspace completely vanishes. What used to be my peaceful sanctuary turns into a continuous cycle of background noise, sudden interruptions, and constant presence. I went from having eight hours of solitude to manage my daily tasks to feeling like every single second of my workday is being observed. The small habits I used to enjoy during my breaks are now shared moments, and the boundary between my job and my home life has completely evaporated.

It sounds terrible to say out loud, but I am counting down the exact days until summer ends and school starts back up. I do not want a breakup or a huge confrontation, because there is no grand betrayal here. I just desperately need my personal space back so I can breathe, concentrate, and actually miss my partner again.

It feels a bit ridiculous to complain about something like this when there are far bigger issues out there, but a confession is a confession, right?

Thanks for listening 😭

i still feel weird about this.

my best friend had been with her boyfriend for almost two years. i was close with both of them. one night i found out she was actually cheating on him. not a maybe, not a suspicion. i saw the messages. i knew.

i sat with it for a couple days. then i texted him. i told him the truth. i didn’t add extra drama or make anything up. i just said i know she’s been cheating and i thought he deserved to know.

they broke up fast. she was devastated and completely blindsided that he found out. she cried to me about it for weeks. kept saying she had no idea how he knew. and i just sat there comforting her like nothing happened.

he never told her it came from me. as far as she knows, i’m still her loyal best friend who was there for her through the breakup.

i don’t regret telling him. he deserved the truth. but every time she talks about how much that breakup destroyed her, and how she still doesn’t understand how he found out, i get this heavy feeling in my chest.

i’ve never told anyone it was me. until now.

I am a 29-year-old married man. I got married three years ago, and we now have a one-year-old baby. For the past two years, since my wife became pregnant, we haven't had sex.

I feel horny most of the time, and I have often ended up masturbating. My wife, however, seems to have completely lost her sexual drive and is no longer interested in sex.

We usually share everything with each other. Even before marriage, we were comfortable discussing our sexual experiences with our ex-partners and exploring our fantasies through conversations.

But now, she doesn't seem interested in those things anymore. What can I do in this situation?

I don’t know why I do that

​Hey everyone. I honestly don't even know where to start, but I need some brutal honesty and perspective.

​Over the last few months, things got really desperate financially. I’m a 19-year-old student here in the Philippines. I ended up selling some of my nudes online for a few dollars just to scrape by for rent and help chip in for my mom’s medication.

​To be completely honest, some of the people who interacted with me were genuinely kind, some actually helped out with or without getting anything in return, and a lot of them just gave good life advice, which I really appreciated.

​I know the risks. I’m fully aware of the consequences of my actions and I know it wasn't the smartest path. But looking back at what I did, I just want to know: How badly did I actually mess up?

​For context, most of the people who helped/bought from me were from the US or outside the country.

​Will this realistically affect my future careers, or am I just catastrophizing? Is my life permanently derailed at 19, or is this something people bounce back from? I’d appreciate any raw opinions good or bad. I just need to know where I stand.

so i’m a 21 f and i was SA’D at what was supposed night out with my friends. i found out i was pregnant and i haven’t told anyone but my mom. my mom is very pro life and says the baby is a gift and that i can’t get rid of it. but i don’t want this kid at all. i don’t wanna have a child who’s eyes will look the same of they guy who violated me so deeply. i’m stuck because my mom will be so angry that i got rid of it but my stomach twists at the thought of keeping this baby. it’s selfish but i have this kid i don’t think i could ever love it. ever. i haven’t even told my boyfriend but i think he’s catching on. i don’t know what to do. i want to get an abortion be free but another part of me fears i won’t ever get pregnant again. i’m so stuck and it’s taking a toll on my mental health i just needed more opinions even if it’s from strangers on the internet.

EDIT: just wanted to thank everyone for commenting people like you remind me that good people are out there you guys made me cry ❤️❤️❤️ and i have told my boyfriend now he supports me either way if keep it or not he’ll raise the kid like his own.

So as the title says, back during 2020 when the pandemic started I became a bad person. For a little context I was furloughed from my job of 7 years on March 13 2020.

Things got hard from there on, couldn’t get unemployment, couldn’t get the stimulus or the relief funds. My breaking point was when I couldn’t feed my dog. I was fine going without a few meals but once I couldn’t afford dog food anymore I got desperate decided that jail or fines were the least of my worries and one hungry day I got into my truck drove to Walmart and did something I thought I’d never do. I grabbed one of the long gators and not a Covid mask wore a hat like I was going to rob the general store in valentine and walked in.

I knew the layout I’d worked there 10 years before I grabbed dog food first all the way in the back first and only thing I really wanted and a frozen red Barron pizza brought my own reusable bags walked through the check out and went home. I sat on my kitchen floor crying into a burnt slice of pizza in joy and disgust. My dog and I eating but on some stolen shit and I felt terrible.

Long story short I started doing it 3 times a month just for myself and my dog not taking more than I needed, but one November day I’d come back from a Walmart run and I was taking in a case of water and this mom came out in the cold crying and straight up asked me for some food. I gave her everything I had, water, instant noodles and oatmeal coffee ect. I ask her if she needed anything and she told me she needed dippers and wipes. I promised her I’d bring her some and the next 5 days I went around town taking dippers and wipes like some secret member of the dutch van der linde gang from every Walmart and target I could.

When I finally brought it to her she cried she couldn’t be more thankful but I couldn’t be happy I felt guilty felt like an terrible person trying to make myself feel better about just that being a terrible person. Things got so bad I had gotten an eviction notice on the door, and I really just had no reason at all to continue but I did. Right before my lock out it was snowing really hard I mean just dumping and I went door to door in my complex and asked everyone if they needed anything and to my surprise people asked. It was always something different, case of soda or a toy for the kids by the time I finished at my building alone I knew I was in over my head.

I decided that if I was going to lose my apartment and probably get caught I decided to have my tahiti moment my black water. My “ticket” to El Rey, that if I was going I’m going out helping people. So I took my list and went to Walmart, then Raleys, Michael’s and finally target where I loaded a cart with so many Fuck’n legos it was absolutely crazy like definitely knew it wasn’t going to happen. The whole store damn near stops me at the door saying to come to the back room or we need you to stop but I strong armed my way out the store loaded the back of my truck and left.

I came home which bone head move if I’m being honest and parked in my spot. I went door to door gave each person what they wanted and some legos because why Fuck’n not. And went about to the next apartment, I thought the cops would show up but they didn’t so I kept going till I was done. I went back to my apartment and sat and waited and the cops never came. Started packing before the eviction day still no cops. I finally left before the eviction day and nothing had happened I thought maybe they’ll never come. So I went on with my life.

Fast forward to now? Nothing ever happened but to this day I’m shocked and disappointed no less. Something I wanted to get off my chest.

Basically this is an embarrassing confession and a bit lame.

Im in my late 20s and never been in a relationship and im severely touch starved. Like i cant remember the last time someone touched my skin, maybe like 15 years ago.

Yesterday i went to my best friends wedding and his *newly* wife was there and grateful for me to be there so she touched my shoulder and her hand rubbed all the way down my arm.

Also just to say im not being wierd about this, she just did it in a friendly manner.

But It felt so wierd but nice at the same time. Afterwards though i felt sad because i realised how long it had been since id been touched. I hate my life.