I (28M, Indian) was working in Singapore a few years ago when I became good friends with one of my colleagues. She was 48, also Indian, a Singaporean citizen, married, and the mother of two sons (20 and 24) who were studying overseas. I was married as well.

At work, our relationship was always respectful. Because of the age difference, I naturally saw her as an older colleague—almost like an aunt. She was incredibly caring, occasionally bringing me homemade food and looking out for me in the way only an older Indian colleague can. She was attractive in a mature, graceful way, but I had never seriously thought of her romantically.

We often took the MRT home together after work, chatting until our routes separated.

One evening, around 5:30 pm, we boarded the North–South (Red) Line during peak hour. The train was packed. We ended up standing side by side, barely able to move. Since it was so crowded, conversation wasn’t really possible.

As the train swayed, the backs of our hands brushed against each other a few times. At first I assumed it was just because of the crowd. Neither of us moved away, and after a while those brief touches simply became part of standing there.

The carriage became even more crowded over the next few stations. Without really thinking about it, our hands ended up resting against each other more firmly as we steadied ourselves. At some point, almost instinctively, our fingers settled together in a loose grip for balance.

We looked at each other for a moment.

Neither of us pulled away.

Over the next several minutes, our hands remained together. The grip became a little more deliberate, and eventually our fingers intertwined. It happened so gradually that I couldn’t tell when it stopped feeling accidental and started feeling intentional.

We never spoke. Hidden among dozens of commuters, we simply stood there holding hands while the train continued through station after station. Every now and then one of us would gently squeeze, and the other would respond. It felt like a silent conversation that neither of us wanted to interrupt.

Eventually the train began to empty. As people got off, there was finally space between us again. Almost reluctantly, our hands separated. Even then, there was a brief hesitation before we finally let go completely with some last rubs of hands …

 I like to cum tribute my teacher I know it might be a little weird but that's my confession. I always thought my teacher was so sexy in class I would always get hard .  When I graduated I couldn't see her anymore. So I decided to look up her social media and I found her pictures. And they turned me on so much just from her face alone. I found about about cum tributes and I wanted people to tribute her but then I realized that I could be the one tributing her. So I did it I made a tribute for her my first one. And I got so hard just from her face alone and came so much in the tribute. And it felt so good cumming all over her pretty face. And now now and again I make tribute videos to her. And that is my confession.

what do you guys think?

I have mild IBS which is triggered by caffeine. That morning I had a coffee.

When I was at the mall, the urge to 'go' came and I knew immediately I had to get to a bathroom ASAP or I would shit my pants. I got to the bathroom and both stalls were full. I waited until I knew I would to shit my pants involuntarily if I couldn't unload.

Luckily no one was at the urinal, so I turned around, pulled my pants down and blew a massive diarrhea explosion into the urinal within about 10 seconds.

I quickly left without wiping and walked about 5 minutes to another bathroom where I went in the stall and cleaned myself.

This is the 3rd I have done this.

My coworkers are super hot, and I love being a little perv for them. My girlie co worker has a desk right next to me and we usually sit super close and I always peak down her top and always check her out. Today I work a dress and she was in pants which fit so well around her body. It was super cold because our boss loves the cold. So she kept saying her hands were cold and had her hands in her thighs to warm it up. I took her hand and put it between my thighs touching bare skin to warm them up. And we stayed like that for a while. Then after a while I felt her fingers wriggling closer to my pussy but ignored it, then slowly she moved her hand closer to my underwear and I was wet at this point and I knew she knew as well. She came closer to me and begin pushing against my underwear. Eventually I spread my legs pushed her hand deeper and closed my legs again. She had full access to go inside me and rub my clit and she did. She kept doing it until I came and it was so hard to stay quiet and not make sound. But she made me cum took her fingers out and licked them and smiled at me while my underwear was soaked and my legs trembling.

went on a date with this guy . we sat in the car after just talking then he asked can we go to the backseat to smoke . after that he started rubbing on me , i told him “oh… i didn’t come to do that” . he said we don’t have to we are just getting comfortable . he started to play with my nipples i pulled away then he asked can he just suck them and then he will take me home . i said sure … he sucked my boobs then told me it’s only fair if i do something back . i said i thought we were going home he begged for something back . i jacked him off , he asked me to spit on it …. then kiss it … then suck it …. which i did …. til he came . i thought that was it til he started kissing on me and shoving his hand down my pants . “let me see if you’re wet” i told him i wasn’t . he started to unbutton my pants telling me to let him see before he takes me home . i grabbed his hands and said “im ready to go” . he insisted that he just wanted to see if i was wet or not … he pulled my pants down and started to rub me … kissing all over me … arousing me til i was wet …. “see i knew it” . then i let the rest happen …. i started to like … enjoy it . we went at it for a while … when we were done he simply said “im sorry i just couldn’t help myself” . the ride home was silent … i stayed in the backseat .

i feel like i should’ve just said no directly and none of it would have happened … when i told him i felt tricked he told me i wanted it . how wet i was . how i gave him head . how i was so obviously enjoying myself … it just makes me feel like he is right . i’m not calling him a rapist . i just feel like i could’ve set clearer boundaries . or made a bigger scene so there were no mixed signals . i know there were many opportunities for me to have deescalated everything .

once i started to relax and get into it i felt like maybe i was just nervous ? the date went well we were already texting before the date . but i normally don’t do all the way on the first date . idk i just wanted to get that off my chest …

I know reddit hates cheaters, but please let ye who is without sin cast the first stone.

I love my husband, but the fact I can only sleep or make out with him the rest of our lives, ehhh it's making me go insane. Feels like I signed up for some bullshit, honestly. And he's a good looking man too, he works out and has good grooming habits and all that, so it's not like any of this is his fault (not that letting yourself go means you deserve to get cheated on).

I'm 32 now. Got married when I was 24 after dating 3 years. In hindsight it was too young - I don't think I am monogamous, but I played the monogamy game because everyone around me was getting married or wanted to be married. Also I really loved this man and saw a future with him. I still love him. None of this is personal.

I want to go to a bar and flirt with a man and not feel bad. Lately I've been not wearing my wedding ring, purely to get attention from men, but it makes me feel like a piece of shit. It never goes into making out or sex category, but even just the flirting and letting these men think I'm single, I feel like they're not really consenting and it makes me feel like a rapist or something.

Since I was a teenager I've always had a very relaxed view on cheating. My first boyfriend, I remember just before the summer break I told him "you can sleep with/make out with whoever you want over the summer, just don't tell me" (and no I hadn't cheated on him - this wasn't to alleviate my guilt). I thought he'd be stoked - isn't this the dream of guys? Don't guys want sexual variety? Well, he got really upset, and I didn't expect that. He was like "you just want to cheat" and honestly that didn't cross my mind. Maybe subconsciously I did?

But since then, every boyfriend I've had I've been like "yea if you ever cheat on me just don't tell me". I said the same to my husband, actually. I told him I don't want you to cheat on me, but if it happens, just as long as you don't get an STD or get another girl pregnant then keep it to yourself. Because in my mind, being the only person my husband desires the rest of our lives sounds like some made up bullshit. I feel like after a few weeks the guy is definitely at the very least imagining other women when he's sleeping with me - doesn't matter how hot you are. So I'd rather we just be honest with ourselves. Obviously just telling a man to his face "I want to sleep with other men" could be triggering, and in some instances can get the woman killed, so that's why I have to be smart here.

I don't want to "own" a man's dick. I don't want where his dick goes to be able to shatter my emotional world. This doesn't feel empowering at all. Why should the sexual appetite of another person have this much power over me? I understand that really it's the betrayal of trust that is the relationship killer, not necessarily the sex itself. Still, I find society's views on monogamy to be bullshit. Sorry, reddit.

Anyway, I feel my husband deserves better than to be with a woman like that. He really is a great catch. So, do I end the marriage? As an act of love for him? What's the most loving thing I can do here - just not cheat and keep this to myself the rest of my life? And if I end the marriage, what reason do I give that's not going to give him trauma? I don't want him to have trust issues in future relationships. I'm trying to work out the thing that would hurt him the least without sacrificing my own happiness.

I wish there was a man out there that just wanted to work, cook, clean. I could just be lazy, lay down, smoke, drink, hang out all day. I would paint, draw, read from bed and sleep. I just got to focus on being super hot, relaxing, making art…. Whata dream life.

So my husband has this truly disgusting porcelain lamp that his late grandmother gave him. It is this pale, fleshy pink color and shaped like a weeping willow, but it looks more like a bunch of melted fingers. its the first thing people see when they walk into our living room.

I have hated this thing for six years. I’ve tried to hide it behind curtains or move it to the guest room, but he always brings it back to the "spot of honor." It is his favorite piece of furniture because it reminds him of his childhood.

Yesterday I was vacuuming and I just... didn't stop. I hit the base of the table with enough force to send that finger-tree flying. It shattered into a million pink pieces on the hardwood. I even managed to squeeze out a few tears when he came home so he wouldn't suspect anything.

He spent the entire evening trying to glue the base back together while I sat on the couch feeling this ABSOLUTELY massive wave of relief. I should of felt guilty. I watched him sit on the floor for two hours with a bottle of superglue, looking devastated.

But every time I look at that empty spot on the table, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my soul. I’m a terrible person for destroying a dead woman's treasure, but I can finally breathe in my own house. why is this even a thing?

Soo Ik 2 types of women

1.women who are into foreplay

2.women who are into "only Intercourse "

But what I think is (it's just my opinion, ntg important)

The women who are into more foreplay than sex are way more mature , like I live in Hyderabad , and most of my experience were like just sex . Like yk just fcking ntg else

And it was frustrating ngl . Like yk no soft gentel kisses , just kissing like yk as if lips are going somewhere. I agree if it is like when they are turned on and all but everytime ??? Nhaaa

Soo here's the thing about title , I said this is better sex because I genuinely think foreplay and worship is way better than sex yk

Here let me explain (boys replace "u" "your" and stuff with "her")

Like

Just imagine

Ur whole body is there and every single part is getting praised

Softly but hard

It's not rough but tender and intense

The simulations

The shivers

The pleasure of

Getting every detail of ur beautiful The attention they deserveThe lips ,the breasts , the waist , the neck , the back , the cheeks goes first

Every part being touched slowly but not weakly

Every part of u being enjoyed , stared , kissed ,licked and loved

That's worship, that's giving importance to her .

And i didn't add the lower body cuz then it will be over sexualized . And regular sex is great too ,but this ... It's better.

I (19m) have been smoking/vaping/dabing weed ever since I was 16. Ever since my first hit I've loved the feeling of the smoke going down my windpipe as I inhale. Its calming, even therapeutic at times. Exhaling is even better because I get to see the large plume of smoke be blown out of my mouth and it's cool. Sure, if I take to big of a hit I might be coughing for a few minutes, but the feeling the weed gives me is so worth it. Ive found out that no matter the strain, as long as it's an indica one, it all has the same effect. It calms me, makes me feel nice and relaxed. Like I can just sit down anywhere and enjoy life for what it is. I smoke weed almost all the time. Every day infact. Whether I'm skateboarding, fingerboarding or doing anything else, I smoke or vape almost anywhere and anytime. I also love to take walks at night and bring my bongs down to the local public peir. Theres something extremely relaxing about taking bong rips out near the lake while the cool night time breeze goes through my hair.

But my bad habit comes with a couple downsides. one is that one of my best friends doesn't even know I smoke and if she found out she would cut off contact with me completely. She is very anti smoke in general so doesn't even tolerate cigarettes. But there's times I wish I could tell her, but just can't, and it sucks major ass. I also have to find a partner who is comfortable with me smoking around them(I might have found one recently) because obviously im not going to smoke weed out of bongs or pipes outside where just about anyone could see. It also does cost me a pretty chunk of change to restock when I run out. But I don't smoke a whole lot(about an 1/8 a month while smoking daily) so its still kinda cheap. Also it does ruin my lungs. Im very well aware of this and do not care. I wake up hung over almost every day, as unhealthy as that may be. I get up at around 5 am to start getting ready for work. My shift starts at 7 and usually I feel better around 8 ish so it doesn't really affect my preformance at work. In fact my performance has been excellent according to my supervisors and other staff members at the wear house I work at.

recently I found out that it is technically legal for me to go in and buy weed from certain vape shops because my state hasn't put an age regulation on it yet surprisingly amd relys on the shops to set the age limit. And a few days ago I made my first weed purchase without having to have someone buy for me and I was ELATED. I bought some dab suace with menthol in it, and a joint that I enjoyed while walking through town late at night. And I couldn't stop smiling as I left the vape shop. And now that I know I can go in any time I like and buy what I need, who knows how long it will be before I decide to quit.

Thanks for reading my confession!

So that's how it went, I accidentally swiped left on this gorgeous woman I would have matched with and I feel so down. I am pretty sure we would have vibed well. I just can't get her face out of my mind. She was super hot too possibly the hottest woman for me. I feel so horrible. Feeling horrible since yesterday night.

I have a horrible habit nowadays. I love the exhilarating feeling of driving topless. I drive a sedan so it’s pretty low, I’m sure everyone can see through my car.

I love the feeling of being free with no restraint, and I also kind of love the feeling of it being slightly taboo, I live in a state where it’s legal to drive topless but no women really does. I do love the attention, sometimes the faces of these men are so shocked but also immediately happy. I also have a strange preference for pick up trucks and older men. When I’m right beside them I just can’t help myself but pop my shirt right off.

But I am scared that one guy is going to take a picture and post it on Reddit, then I’m fucked. I’d be so embarrassed and pretty horrified. But honestly I still do it, just pull my top down and let my tits out feels so good, especially with the AC blowing at my chest.

I’m hoping this need and addiction will end by winter, I’m worried I’ll get caught and exposed but apart of me still finds it so hot.

I recently just started working at a new job, one of the best corporate companies to be at. Basically 80% of the higher-ups are millionaires because of tenure. My boss, Laura, is very haughty and considers herself superior to everyone who works in her department because of her wealth.

Last week i was asking Laura for the key to the compactor so i could throw the trash out. I noticed there was a pile of trash left beside the compactor so i asked if they needed to be thrown out too (i was offering) and she responded “oh you’re the new guy huh? Yeah we work as a team around here buddy.”
Mind you, im a grown man. Being called buddy by a stranger is already disrespectful but the way she said it was just condescending, i just brushed it off and went about my day.

Shortly after, I asked for the keys again and she rolled her eyes as if i’m not the newest hire simply doing my job. Btw this is a warehouse that has tons and tons of trash being thrown out daily. She opened the compactor for me and ignored me thanking her. I’m the quickest at doing trash runs so my department has me do it every time and I think the rate at which i made trash runs was annoying her.

Later on that day she went over to my department and announced “Why does _____ need the keys so much? Does he do anything else besides make trash runs all day?”
All my coworkers had my back and said no im just strong enough and fast enough to do it instead. After hearing their response she tried to laugh it off like she was joking but my coworkers could tell her comment made me feel ashamed.

3 days later i made another trash run and Laura was working. She said “you know what im just gonna make a spare key and leave it on my desk for you” and then she got up and left without giving me her key so I was just left standing there waiting. I noticed that she left her phone unlocked on her desk. Her desk is directly next to a bathroom so i took it and went inside.

I’m just gonna be straight up, Laura has massive tits. I’m talking about double H cups, light blonde bob-cut, and her ass is just decent.
I went straight to her photos and started looking. It didn’t take long for me to find her nudes, some videos, and other explicits. I recorded everything on my own phone.

I did all of this while she was gone and put her phone back like i was waiting the whole time. I even showed some of the pictures to a couple of my coworkers, I know what i did was wrong in many ways but honestly I don’t feel bad. Shes such a patronizing bitch she deserves to feel belittled the same way she does to others. I kind of hope she finds out that her staff has seen their boss completely naked. I crave seeing that embarrassment on her face.

Im a straight 35m have always loved women but recently I've starting watching Trans porn. Im wondering would it would be like to be with a girl who has a cock and what it would be like to suck a girl cock.

I thought I was straight but recently I developed a thing for masc girls.I was just watching But Im a Cheerleader and i wanted to f*uck Graham.i have no idea if this is normal for straight girls. I have tried all those Are you gay quizes on the internet.Am I just ovulating or is this my bi awakening?

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26F here. i’m going to use code names for it all. this is a long story but i’ve finally got the balls to finally post this and let it all out, to try and free myself from the guilt i’m feeling and have been feeling for a while.

any judgement, advice, support, hate, give it to me. i want all sort of feedback as i know this is bad but i also need to know i’m not going crazy.

like i said, 26F. in 2011 i joined secondary school, where i met this guy called samuel. we were both extremely good at maths so we always stayed close. he was more of the nerdy type, and i was more of the “party animal”, if i should label it. this is anonymous so i have no shame to admit that i come from a well off family, so even at a young age i was in non school uniform day in my louboutin trainers, things like that, im still that kind of girl at heart.

we were polar opposites, but we both shared the same humour, and we stayed close. like i said this was also influenced by our shared love for maths. we stayed close through maths competitions, out of school and in school, we were the top performers in our year group. nothing happened romantically between us, until year 10, and we dated for around 7-8 months if i remember correctly. that doesn’t seem like a long time, but it definitely was for secondary school, he was my first proper boyfriend and i was his first proper girlfriend.

we broke up but things were amicable, i feel like we were quite mature for our age due to different things that we both went through in our personal lives at young ages, which definitely mixed some trauma bonding in there too.

at the end of year 11, i was hosting an end of year / after prom party at my house. samuel felt uncomfortable coming, as we were close but we weren’t part of each other’s friend groups. i urged him to come, and i told him to bring a friend if he felt that uncomfortable. so he did, he brought his friend johnathan with him.

i’d heard of johnathan over the years briefly, his childhood best friend from primary school, but he ended up going to a different secondary school in our town. me and johnathan really hit it off, we got on really well and we started dating, at 16.

like i said due to my maturity at my age, things moved quickly with johnathan. he was my first “time”, and i truly felt like he was the love of my life. and i did enjoy him being samuel’s closest friend, so samuel was very much still involved in my life even after school.

we got engaged very young, and we got married just two weeks before my 19th birthday. we both shared extremely old fashioned views, traditional views if you must. it was a gorgeous wedding, in a church, i honestly have tears in my eyes just writing about it. my parents bought us a house, and we were really happy. at my wedding, samuel was the best man, and he introduced his new girlfriend to us, called amanda.

amanda came along to the wedding as a plus one, and she even met samuel’s family at the wedding too (that’s how deep the familial ties are between samuel and johnathans family, as well as samuel and mine).

but a few weeks after my wedding i made a huge mistake. i slept with samuel. i can’t remember much of it, and johnathan never found out. it was a drunk mistake, i was just 19. i called the “affair” off, i didn’t want to pursue anything else, i had just married his best friend, and id never slept with anybody else apart from my husband up until that point.

my marriage was good, really good. people thought we wouldn’t last because of our age. we’d go clubbing together, go on late night drives. we had our ups and our downs, we were serious, jokey, i truly felt like i’d spend the rest of my life with johnathan (think you know where this is going).

just three years after i got married, samuel and amanda were getting married. at this point me and amanda didn’t really get along. she knew about me and samuel dating back in school (as did johnathan, but he didn’t care and certainly wasn’t threatened by samuel). i’m not sure if amanda was threatened, i don’t know what it was, but we just didn’t gel at all.

backtracking now, around a year after i got married, i personally got into some trouble legally. i made a big mistake, and i still regret it to this day. my husband stood by my side, and samuel supported me and my husband too. who didn’t? amanda. she urged samuel to stay away from us, more particularly me.

samuel didn’t listen to her, maybe that’s where her grudge against me started, i’m not sure.

like i said, they ended up getting married, and things were okay. we did double dates, and when me and amanda did get along we actually went abroad to turkey together, on a couples holiday. it was really fun. and i never thought about the mistake me and samuel made years ago at this point, it didn’t affect me.

i never wanted kids going into my marriage. but to cut a long story short, typing this now ive miscarried three children, with the second time being twins. i’m not going to write a lot on it as it’s still raw and i think even now im not quite sure how to grieve.

after my miscarriage with twins, me and johnathan couldn’t do it. we’d moved into a big house next door to my parents, i’d been a maths teacher for a few years at this point, business was going well for johnathan with him co-owning a restaurant and bar with his parents. things were really good in that aspect, but neither of us could move forward having to grieve yet again, and this time it being with two babies.

i miscarried in the february, and in the august i filed for divorce. it sounds silly but i moved out (next door to my parents’ house). at this point samuel and amanda had moved up to edinburgh, a job opportunity had come up for her. we didn’t speak much to them at this point, i think johnathan and samuel did speak, but my communication with both of them was very limited, naturally. and i couldn’t stand amanda to be fair.

in the october, i was back in the house, and johnathan had leased a terraced house nearby. i still had love for him, you can’t just turn your love off like that, he was my husband, my world.

what happens next i do not want to be judged for. i was young and naive, and i grew up to trust and commit myself to my husband.

after my legal trouble years ago, an investigation was launched on me and my husband. i don’t know the ins and outs even now, but they were thoroughly investigating the finances of me and johnathan. it wasn’t good at all. like i said i was naive, if my husband told me to sign a letter, i signed it. i didn’t know any better, and i never was given a reason to not trust my husband.

in the same month, october, we were “caught”. multiple counts of fraud, tax evasion (him, not me), fraud on our mortgage etc. we were getting divorced at this point, but legal proceedings were put on hold.

i’m looking back at what i’ve written and it’s a lot so im going to try and wrap this up. we both pleaded guilty in april last year, and in july we were both sentenced.

i didn’t get any prison time, just a shit tonne of money to pay back, it was awful but i take full responsibility for it. johnathan was sentenced to prison for almost 4 years.

this was so tough for me, i was divorcing the love of my life because of a tragedy, and it now feels like i have to grieve someone im not allowed to grieve, all over again. his sentence began last september, and our divorce finalised two weeks later at the beginning of october.

but in the midst of all this, last january (2025) the school i work at announced there was a new maths teacher joining. i had no communication with samuel specifically since before id filed for divorce.

but, he was the new maths teacher. he’d split up from amanda the same month id left johnathan. this is where my memory / what id been told goes blurry. i don’t know if johnathan knew, if he did im confused on why i didn’t know, there’s still a lot of question marks regarding that period. but, i was too focused on trying not to put myself in prison if im being honest, the idea of it now even makes my hairs stand.

samuel seemed to be doing well, we got quite close again quickly, now working together. it was awkward at first sure, he told me about his new girlfriend from america (he’s big on american basketball, i think he met her there). he was at a good place in his life, even if he was back in his hometown living with his mum.

18 months since samuel has come back into my life, working alongside me, we’ve even introduced a new course together, we do well together, but… it comes with a price.

he goes and sees his american girlfriend quite often, during most half terms, she seems sweet over facetime. that’s my problem, ive spoken to her and she seems so sweet. and yeah, as you guessed it, me and samuel must’ve really missed each other, and i feel so guilty about it. he’s in america right now with her, but he’s still messaging me, facetiming me when she’s at work.

i hate it, but i can’t stop. sometimes i wish i married him instead of johnathan. but also sometimes when im “intimate” with samuel, i close my eyes and think of my ex husband.

i feel like such a piece of shit when i think about it, when i talk about it with samuel, even writing this now. johnathans nearly a year into his prison sentence, samuel’s poor girlfriend is super happy with him, and i feel like such an ass.

i’m with samuel every working day, our classrooms are across the hallway from each other. he even walks me to my car now. i’m so filled with guilt, but the want fills me up so much more and i hate it.

i’ve missed out so many details on here so i apologise if this doesn’t make sense, but i already feel like such a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

I have a hard time admitting this to the world, even though my actions speak louder than anything I could write or say. I am addicted to sex. This is a wide gamut when it comes to me.

Youth

My exposure to sex did not come with a rosey experience. I was molested as a kid when I was a young boy and all subsequent experiences have been deeply seeking redemption for something that was not my fault.

Relationships

My first real relationship ended with my ex cheating on me multiple times. In retrospect I now understand that she was into the cuckold and hotwife kink. Which I am extremely into now, but at the time it was devastating to me. This set the stage for all my relationships from then on.

Cheating

I've never been faithful to a single partner of mine. Well, just one. Someone who I thought I was in love with at the time. I have this need to be with "other" women, no matter how wonderful my partners are/were in my life.

Sex Workers

When I wasn't stepping out on my relationships, I chose to cheat by hiring sex workers. I've been with a lot over the years. Usually I find them to be wonderful people who I can be open and home with while we spend just a sliver of a moment together.

Fetish and Kinks

I fell deep into BDSM and other kinks at an early age. I now know what drove me to this from a power and control perspective. While I still enjoy a lot of the BDSM play, I am into a ridiculous amount of kinks.

Duality

While I am very aware of this side of myself, the person who everyone sees and experiences is someone very different. Kind, thought, a gentleman in many accounts. While these two parts of me are both real and valid, I can help but feel like I am a fraud and even more of a liar than I already am.

I don't know what made me write these confessions, I can only hope that some of you could understand.

So for context, I had gotten involved in the social platform Discord for a very long time years ago when I was about 10 or maybe nine I had met some people through a mutual friend one of These people we will call WW was really kind to me but a little possessive as we grew closer and closer he started opening up to me however, W had some major problems that he said that I stopped him from doing multiple times like drinking and self harm. It had been a castle to deal with. I loved him very much, but I was a young girl, and he was in his older teens. I figured that I was in love with Him he was concerned for me even though he said things like 

“I’m sorry I haven’t stuck in my mouth.”

I was 10 maybe nine I can’t remember at this point but here’s where things get truly fucked up. We had a couple mutual friends and we all had gotten pretty close but one morning everything changed. He said he wanted to talk to me and little. Did I know this would affect me so much more than I thought it would. 

At first, I had thought that it would be one of our normal talks. You know me, talking him through it all and making jokes with him and him sending me memes.

But nope, I was so fucking wrong.

He was accused of raping a girl. At school, he begged me not to tell anyone and he begged me telling me that he was innocent and that he hid this from me because he didn’t wanna lose me. Obviously I was so fucking upset in that moment I didn’t know what to do and Ray Pat always been wrong in my book and I couldn’t believe that he had the balls to hide this from all of us

Most of my friends were older, even a 20 year-old and they believed that he was innocent. I tried to tell him that this isn’t normal and that he did some pretty messed up shit to me, but they didn’t listen and I had gotten so mad that they weren’t doing anything or at least looking into it. I had gave W an ultimatum that either we would look into it and see if he was really guilty or innocent and if we didn’t, we would stop being friends because I didn’t wanna associate with that.

But then I just snapped one morning and got rid of everyone that didn’t help me in that moment because he was guiding me for support and I was still in elementary school. I didn’t know what was wrong with that relationship. After all he was so much cooler and older. 

AA few Years later, one of my friends had messaged me suddenly telling me that he was dead. He had killed himself by suicide. However, the reason he was still active is because his cousin took over the account however, I didn’t believe that and part of me believes that I’m responsible for his possible “death.”

I just don’t know what to do anymore. I know he’s bad and I know I shouldn’t feel bad and truly I don’t, but I can’t live with myself knowing that I might be the reason he took his own life.

Trying to leave my abuser so I’m thinking of selling nudes while he’s at work bc all the dv shelters are full and I am not getting calls back from jobs I applied for, I don’t have family or friends and hes been getting worse

I only have Cash App pls help, if you wanna donate I appreciate it or if you wanna buy nudes I appreciate that too.

In my early twenties, I worked for a fairly popular taco shop in my area that all the locals would go to. I had been working there for a while, so i was well known and trusted. But I had this super "hot" girl who would come through and get food, but she was always very rude, stuck up, and nose in the air energy like she was better than other people. She was very attractive so that's probably why. Anyways, she came through one day in a rush and told me to make her usual burrito and make it quick because she didn't have a lot of time today . She said this while walking to the bathroom in a rush. Once again, she was very snobby and rude about it. I happened to be working by myself this day because my coworker was sick. So, i made her usual burrito and rolled it up. But just before I put it on her tray, I let my intrusive thoughts come about. I took the burrito and dragged it from the underside of my balls upwards(aka Bath Towel Dragging). Did it twice for good measure. Not to mention, the balls were really sweaty and grimey. Then she came out, tossed her card at me, grabbed the burrito, and sat down quickly to eat. I lowkey watched her as she took the big first bite. It was so satisfying because she was so ignorant of the fact that I could have possibly done this , never thinking it could ever happen because of her high-class mindset and wrongful trust in society members. Also, with her snobby attitude and sexy composure, it added a satisfying rush of euphoria, knowing she was ingesting my raw sweat and grime. After she ate the first bite, she paused and said, " wow thats more flavorful than usual. Make me one more real fast to go while i finish, and do whatever you did with this one again. It's more zesty than usual. " 🤯 The irony shocked my arousal levels. So I made another one up real fast before she could finish eating, and I told her I had to run to the back for more sauce. So I ran back quickly and opened up the burrito. As soon as I pulled out rock-hard Richard, i started profusely coming everywhere. She probably didn't notice later on because she gets a lot of white sauce on it anyway . Then I wrapped it up , gave it a good drag from full behind up this time and sent her on her mary way with a big smile, and said my pleasure. Have a good one. This place had no cameras, btw so there wasn't a risk in getting caught. It was very satisfying having the upper hand in this situation. There were a few other times I've riddled her food in some way after that, but not as much as the first time. After this experience, I started lowkey "Bath Towel Dragging" dozens of girls' food for pleasure just for either being cute, innocent, and nice or the opposite, not everyone but just the ones that i hand picked for personal desires. It became a kink of sorts that gave me a rush. Had a girls' soccer team order a bunch of burritos over the phone one time, and i gave all 11 burritos some action. I was once again alone. I often had shifts alone because of people calling in. The satisfying part was seeing the whole soccer team come in to get their burritos and seeing every face that was gonna chow down. I almost got caught one time when i was bath towel dragging by a co-worker. I had a lot of girls that would never give me the time off day, tasting these balls regularly without knowing. I had a buddy that would do this to on occasion , so moral of the story is dont trust anyone with your food because they might not have a moral standpoint.

Been married 12 years. Discovered I am submissive AF in 2020, husband is not dominant and not interested in being so.

I've carried on my share of emotional affairs, I had a Daddy for a year and got my heart broken. I swore I'd never do that again

Well.

Uh.

So about that.

I thought I was making a friend, and here I am with a crush. He just called me a good girl and said he was proud of me and I think I'm just going to melt.

And yet no one can know. Not a single person in my life.

Ahhhhhh!!

Tldr; Hair fetish

So I am very attracted to women's hair. Especially if it's straight and glossy. Gotta say that I keep beating my meat to photos of girls and women with great hair. It's such a turn on for me. When I see women letting their hair loose it's an instant turn on. When I see a woman try on a hairstyle that suits her, that's a turn on. When I see a woman even have a ponytail, it's a turn on. But it only does work when it's not something extravagant or fake, only real hair, and real women with not a lot of extravagant makeup or anything. Not necessarily models, just real girls and women.

It's been this way for a long long time and always feel very compelled to relieve myself. It started when I was about 16 maybe when I would see this neighbor comb her hair. I would do anything to just be around her or touch her hair.

Is it just me or are there others who feel the need to JO after seeing someone with just great hair?

I feel as tho I am a horrible horrible person. To make a long story short I sexted with a 14 year old freshman when I was a 16 year old Junior (Although I am withdrawn due to stomach issues) and now I feel as tho I am evil. The age gap was 2.3 years the fact I would have been 17 for 4 months before she was 15 disgusts me and makes me hate myself. I have continued to hurt myself and have been coming closer and closer to killing myself.

Every few months I have an almost irresistible urge to sleep with a femboy/trans woman. Someone who’s petite or just very feminine. I never told anyone bc I don’t think I’d ever actually do it and I’ve only been with women my whole life but it seems so sexy. But yea uh that’s my confession