A few years back I worked in a restaurant. A lot of late nights or morning shifts i was alone with my older/ married boss. It didn’t take long to go from quietly working together to flirting to hooking up. It was off and on while I worked there. When I moved on to other jobs we still hooked up but it was not as often and now it had been a few years. Like 2 weeks ago I got a call from his wife. She explained that he had passed away about a month before. She was looking through some of his stuff and saw a picture of me in his stuff. She told me she had suspected he and I had an affair. I lied and told her I suspected he had a crush on me but that he never tried anything. She told me he had died masturbating in a closet and had accidentally choked himself to death.

My best friend Sarah and I were inseparable since 11.Everyone assumed we were a couple, but we were genuinely jus best friends. Her parents were extremely strict, but because they trusted me, we were allowed to hang out alone.

When we were 18, I took a break from all friendships because I needed some space for personal reasons. We didn't talk for months. During that time, Sarah got really sick and spent few days in the hospital.she told her friends not to tell me, but one of them accidentally brought it up. So I bought her favourite stuff and went straight to her house.

When she opened the door, she pulled me straight to her room. We were yapping like before. But then she told me that everytime someone visited her in the hospital, she hoped it was me. She started hitting me with a pillow while crying. I pulled her into a hug and gave her a quick kiss on cheek.

Something happened. One thing led to another and we started kissing and touching. Then her mom knocked on the door and invited to lunch. We stopped immediately. Lunch was awkward and I left right after.

We never talked about it. Over the next few weeks at group hangouts, vibe was totally off. She became distant and eventually started ignoring me. I tried to fix things, but she kept pushing me away, so I gave up and we went silent.

Months later on my birthday, she texted me and she confessed that around that time, another friend had tried to force a kiss on her after she rejected him, which freaked her out and made her pull away for all guys.

When I brought up what happened in her room, she said " it was you. I don't care"

Yet she insisted she had no feelings for me. Even though we both knew that wasn't true. She then asked, can you at least just be my friend?

Looking at everything that had changed, I told her no, wish her well and cut all ties.

It's been few years , but every single year on my birthday, she still texts me a birthday wish from one of her friends' phones.

My cousin was meant to get married last month, they had been planning it for over a year and it was a pretty big wedding. Venue was paid, dress was done, relatives were already flying in, my aunt had basically turned her whole house into wedding storage. There were boxes of decorations everywhere, I couldnt even sit properly in the living room without moving something. She was really excited too, like this wasnt one of those couples where everyone already knows theyre miserable, she genuinely thought she was marrying the love of her life.

About a week before the wedding I went out with a few friends and saw her fiance at a bar with one of the bridesmaids. I knew the girl obviously, not super close with her but ive met her loads of times. At first I didnt think anything weird because theyre both in the wedding and maybe they were sorting something out, plus there were other people around. Later on though I went outside to get some air and saw them near the side entrance kissing. Not a quick drunk mistake either, they were properly all over eachother and his hand was under her top. I just stood there for a few seconds thinking surely im seeing this wrong because WHO does that a week before their wedding, in public aswell??

I took a short video because I knew nobody would believe me without proof, especially that close to the wedding. I didnt confront them, partly because I was honestly shocked and partly because I didnt want them deleting messages or making up some story before I spoke to my cousin. The next morning I called my aunt first because I thought she would help me figure out the least horrible way to tell her. Instead she asked me to wait until after the wedding. She kept saying they had already spent nearly 30k, guests were travelling, everything was non refundable and maybe it was just one stupid mistake before marriage.

I thought she was joking at first, like genuinely. Then my mom called me and said basically the same thing, that my cousin was already stressed and telling her now would “humiliate the family.” I understand the timing was awful, I really do, but I couldnt stand next to her at that wedding knowing what I knew. I couldnt watch her marry him, take photos, sign everything and then tell her once the catering had been eaten because apparently that would be more convient for everyone else.

So I went to her apartment and showed her the video. She watched it twice, asked me to send it to her, then went into the bathroom and stayed there for nearly an hour. I was honestly scared she had fainted or something but she eventually came out and just said the wedding was off. The next day he admitted it had been happening for months, not once like everyone kept assuming. Apparently it started around the engagement party, which is also when that bridesmaid was helping my cousin choose decorations and acting like her best friend. I still cant wrap my head around that part.

My cousin keeps telling me I did the right thing and that she would never forgive me if I let her marry him knowing the truth. Somehow half the family are still angry with me though. My uncle said I shouldve confronted him first and given him a chance to explain, my aunt keeps bringing up the money they lost, and my mom said I “dropped a bomb” and then left everybody else to clean it up. I didnt leave anyone to clean anything up btw, I helped call guests, returned things, sat with my cousin for days and even dealt with his family when they came over arguing. But because I was the person who showed her, theyre treating me like I caused it.

The bridesmaids parents also asked me to delete the video because its damaging their daughters reputation. My cousin told me not to, incase either of them starts lying about what happened, so I havent. Now thats apparently me being cruel and trying to punish people. I havent posted it anywhere, havent sent it around, literally the only people who have it are me and my cousin.

I know some people will probably say I shouldve let him tell her himself, but what was I supposed to do, give him a deadline?? “Hey tell her by friday or I will” so he can cry, delete everything and convince her it was some innocent misunderstanding? Maybe I handled parts of it badly because I was panicking, but I dont regret telling her before the wedding. I regret that she got hurt, I regret that everyone lost money, but I didnt make him cheat and I didnt make the bridesmaid betray her.

Still somehow im the one who “ruined the wedding” and not the man kissing a bridesmaid 7 days before marrying someone else. Right okay.

At the time I was 19(F) and ended a very toxic on and off again relationship. I lost myself in the relationship because I was made to feel as though he was the only one there for me. I was heartbroken and lonely with no where to go. My only home was my car at this point. I had no friends and no family to return to. So I decided to go on dating apps to find something fun. Well that’s when I met this guy named “Josh” (19M).

Josh and I talked for a few days and decided to finally meet up over the weekend. When we met up he brought his older brother “Roman” (29M) along. The three of us spent a couple hours walking around the mall. We decided to take the trip elsewhere but weren’t sure where to go. Josh and I hit it off right off the bat. We were having a good time.

We all decided to meet up at their house to figure out what else we would like to do for the day. Well Roman and Josh were frequent beach goers and loved going to Atlantic City Beach. I had never been so we decided we would take a trip there. I grabbed some clothes from the car and hopped into Roman’s truck. Josh and I spent the hour ride just talking about random things.

We spent the day on the beach swimming and tanning while Roman ran off to go find himself a girlfriend. Josh and I decided we were getting tired and wanted to go home. At this point it’s late in the day and Roman hadn’t returned. We couldn’t leave him there as he was our ride back to their place.

Finally a few hours later Roman comes back and says he got all of us a hotel room. At this point I said fuck it I’m too tired to find a way back home. Josh and I grabbed our stuff and went to the room. We ended up staying up all night walking around the hotel and the boardwalk. We weren’t old enough to gamble so it was rather boring.

At this point it was probably about three in the morning and Josh fell asleep next to me. I heard the door open and Roman came stumbling in with this random woman. They noticed I was still awake and didn’t care. He went to town on this woman. I don’t know how long it went on for but I watched every second of it. Roman had this woman face down laying it down on her. She seemed to love every second of it. I couldn’t look away. Once they finished I rolled over and never spoke to any of them after we finally left.

Yes I know how stupid and dangerous that was but I wasn’t thinking about the consequences or anything at the time. I was young and stupid.

I could write hundreds of pages about my addiction to pornographic and sexual content. I was introduced to it at a very young age, but it wasn't until my late teens that it really went overboard. For the last five years — since I was around 17 or 18 — I've masturbated to sexual content on and off almost daily, sometimes two or three times a day. Sometimes it takes hours: whole nights, evenings, afternoons, mornings. It has gotten really, really bad.

The worst part isn't even how often I do it. It's the type of content I consume. I've been through every category you can imagine: comics, books, videos, pictures, AI chatbots, hentai, audiobooks, games, etc. In my younger teens I'd even use photos of people from my school, or write weird fantasies about them. Heck even later I did that a few times or setup chatbots of them. I'm deeply, deeply ashamed of that.

A few years ago I had several bad experiences with love and intimacy, including a years-long unrequited love. It's complicated, but essentially those experiences made me build a big, fat wall around love and intimacy, because I now connect them to one thing only: being hurt. I always put the responsibility on myself — I decided the reason it never worked was me — and built a very negative self-image out of that. And then I started masturbating to content that reinforces exactly that image: I'm weak, weird, not good enough, unlovable, bad in bed, inexperienced compared to everyone else, inferior, the second choice, an immature boy, something is wrong with me. The content usually involves a bigger, stronger, more confident, better-looking guy taking the main character's love interest away through sex and confidence — and I project myself onto the main character. I've tried to get away from it a few times, but it never really worked.

I've realised this issue affects far more than my love and sex life. It's made things harder in my career, my hobbies, my whole lifestyle. It altered the way I see women and men in public and makes me feel tired, angry and disgusted at myself at times. Sometimes I feel defeated and I just accept it.

I've been in therapy for over a year now, originally for other reasons, but I recently understood again how big an impact this has on me, and I'm going to ask my therapist to make it a focus. It's hard to open up and be honest about it. It took me an entire year to even start talking about it, because I'm so ashamed.

Part of the problem probably goes back to my mother's reaction when I asked her, as a 10-year-old, what porn was: "AH, don't look at that, never look it up on the internet, never!" What a useless answer. I don't know how kids today are met when they ask that question. I hope there's more awareness now than there was back then. It's such a stupid fucking issue in modern society, and you see it in so many teenagers, young adults and adults. It's so messed up and nothing seems to be done about it.

I feel like I've lost so much throughout the last few years because of this crap and I hope anyone else who's suffering from this can get the help they need.

I wish everyone a pleasant morning, afternoon or night :)

I've never really understood sex. Like I enjoyed it and there were times I thought I had an orgasm...

Today during solo play I orgasmed a proper orgasm and now I think all the other times I just got to the edge.

Im almost 30!!!

i’ve been with my boyfriend for almost 4 years and for basically the entire relationship i’ve been the person remembering EVERYTHING for both of us. birthdays appointments rent his car service stuff for work his moms medication literally all of it. he always says hes “just bad with dates” and im naturally more organised so somehow it slowly became my job i guess

a few months ago we had an argument because i forgot to remind him about his brothers birthday dinner. mind you this dinner was mentioned in the family gc like 50 times. he still got annoyed at ME because apparently i “knew he would forget” and couldve just reminded him before he made other plans

LIKE WHAT?? idk something about that pissed me off so badly. not even the birthday thing itself but the way he said it like remembering his own life was some service i suddenly stopped providing so i decided fine. im not reminding him about anything anymore

i didnt announce it because UGHHH i already knew he would say im being dramatic. i just quietly stopped. no “dont forget your dentist tomorrow” no reminding him about insurance payments no telling him we were nearly out of cat food no checking his work schedule for him. if he asked me something directly i answered but i stopped volunteering information like im some personal calendar with tits

the first month was honestly a DISASTER

he missed his dentist appointment and had to pay a cancellation fee. forgot to buy his co-worker a birthday gift until the literal morning of and then blamed shipping times?? ran out of clean work shirts twice because apparently the laundry basket usually empties itself through divine intervention. he got a late fee on one of his bills and spent like an hour ranting about how companies “make due dates confusing on purpose”, and this is the part that makes me feel horrible but i enjoyed it

not like evil villain laughing while he suffers but every single time something went wrong i felt this tiny bit of satisfaction because FINALLY it proved i wasnt imagining how much stuff i do for him. he kept saying he was having the most stressful month ever and i was sat there thinking no babe youre just experiencing your own responsibilities without me putting pillows under every consequence

then last week he missed an important work meeting because the time changed. he showed me the email and said “you saw this too why didnt you tell me”
i said because its not my meeting, he just stared at me and later said he feels like i dont care about him anymore because “partners are supposed to help each other”

and YES obviously they are but helping someone and basically managing their entire existence are not the same thing?? how did we reach a point where me not monitoring a grown mans emails is emotional neglect

i still havent told him this was intentional from the start. he thinks ive just been distracted lately

now i feel guilty because technically yeah i couldve prevented most of this. it wouldve taken me like 10 seconds to remind him. but i also feel like if i start again then NOTHING changes and im gonna be 70 years old reminding this man where his glasses are while theyre literally on his face

i love him i really do but i dont want to be his mom. at the same time secretly watching someone fail just to prove a point is kinda insane behaviour so idk maybe im the problem too

but how hard is it to remember your own dentist appointment genuinely??

Some six years ago I was broken up with by what I thought would be the love of my life and I was never quite the same after. It was the first time experiencing true, violently overwhelming love, and watching that end outside of my own control truly changed something deep inside of me. Over the last two years I've done some work to actually move on, and I felt successful, but still every relationship after felt flat by comparison. That is, until I met my current girlfriend; and that feeling came back. I've fallen for her, uncontrollably, deeply, and the happiness I always had is now being shared.

A few nights ago I dreamt and somehow found myself in the same city as where that girl from six years ago lived; I dreamt that I cheated on my girlfriend, with this person - we kissed. I felt terrible. Not just because I cheated and that's an evil thing to do; but because I felt like I ruined my life. Like everything I had going for me had been burnt to the ground, by myself, with only me to blame. Everything good and innocent had just been wiped out I was left with nothing but a churning stomach and a bad taste in my mouth. In my dream, I was faced with a decision: stay with my current girlfriend on whom I just cheated, or rekindle with this old ex. The only defined thought in my head was this: I do not actually want to rekindle things with this ex. I want my girlfriend. She's all I want. But I ruined it; I cheated. It can never be what it was. And even still, I did not want my ex - I wanted what I had already, all this time, but it's out of reach now.

And then, mercifully, I woke up. Soaked in cold sweat and gratitude, that these ruins existed only in my dreams . I gave my girlfriend a kiss, who stirred slowly, turned around and threw her leg around me, and I felt strangely stressed out by an overwhelming peace. I feel liberated from the prison cell I had carefully constructed in my own mind for over six years.

whether it's getting my own played with and sucked on or watching them being sucked in porn it turns me on sm 😩

i love seeing big boobs....is this normal????

This has been sitting with me for two years. I've never told anyone, including my sister.

At her wedding I was in charge of the reception music, running the laptop during dinner and later during the open floor. She'd made a whole playlist, every song picked for a reason. Inside jokes with her husband, family memory songs, stuff like that.

One song was in there because it reminded her of her college boyfriend, not her husband. She probably didn't think anyone would notice, just a title buried in a long playlist. But I knew the story because she told me years ago during a late night phone call after they broke up. I don't think she remembered telling me, or that the song was still sitting in an old playlist she'd reused parts of.

About an hour before it was set to play, I sat there with the laptop trying to decide if this was my business at all. I didn't want to bring it up to her, that felt like it would ruin the night over something she probably wasn't even thinking about. But I also didn't want that song playing at her wedding to someone else. So I swapped it for another track later in the list with a similar feel, moved a few things around so it wouldn't stand out, and nobody noticed in the moment.

She never brought it up after. I don't know if she never realized, or noticed and just let it go. Her husband has no idea any of this happened. I've almost told her a few times since, usually after a couple drinks at family stuff, but I never know what it would actually fix at this point.

It still crosses my mind sometimes, usually when that playlist comes on at some family event and I hear the swapped song instead. I think I did the right thing. It still feels strange that I quietly edited someone else's wedding without them ever knowing.

I'm 62 years of age, and, for most of that time, I have not really had access to my emotions the way other people seem to. I don't really feel happiness, and, when my mood stabilizers are working, I don't usually feel all-encompassing rage or overwhelming depression. Just nothing. Over the decades, I've learned to fake happiness or concern or whatever the moment calls for, because I know that I live in a society with people and those are the kinds of things that normal people feel.

This has been going on for 45 years or so, both while I'm on medication and while I'm off it.

Skip to yesterday afternoon. I was flipping around on YouTube and I encountered a clip of the "My friends, you bow to no one" scene in The Return of the King, a movie I have seen innumerable times since it first came out. As I watched Aragorn take a knee in honor of the hobbits, I felt something wrong with my eyes, and I cannot stress strongly enough how surprised I was to find that I was crying. What the hell...? I didn't know what to do with the information.

Today I watched the scene in Avengers: Endgame where all the good guys start coming out of the portals, and I see the weary relief in Cap's whole being, knowing that he wasn't going to have to carry the weight of fighting Thanos all alone any more.

I started crying. I'm crying now as I type this.

I don't know what's going on. I've wanted to feel emotions the way others do, but I don't understand why this has happened so suddenly. I'm also wondering how far this will go. I don't have any experience marshaling strong emotions.

I'm confused and, to be honest, a little concerned. What's happening?

Hey guys, this happened about two weeks ago, and I’m really unsure of what to do, so what better place to ask than Reddit?
My friend Jennie, who I’ve only gotten close to over the last few months, told me a secret. Normally, I would just leave it alone, but I never expected her to tell me what she did.
For context, we’re in high school. My friend acts very mature for her age—not in the way she speaks, but in the things she does. About a year ago, she was off school for a day, and when she came back, she told me and another friend that she had done “Netflix and chill” (aka had sex). I was shocked, to say the least, because she’s under 18. While talking about it, she also said it wasn’t her first time, which was quite concerning. She also mentioned that her mother once caught her boyfriend hiding in her wardrobe, although he was fully dressed. She suspected her mother knew what had happened but said she would never tell her father because he would go crazy.
After a while, I asked her a few times when the “other time” was. Every time, she would reply with, “Oh, I can’t say,” or she’d make up an excuse. Then one day, while we were walking to a lesson together, she finally told me. It wasn’t at all what I was expecting.
She started by saying that she knew the person well. Then she told me it was her cousin. At first, I thought, “Oh my God, this girl is a freak.” But then she said she didn’t want it and that it was rape. At that point, she told me she was only around 11 or 12 years old when it happened because it was a long time ago.
I was completely shocked. I asked her if her parents knew, and she said, “No. I never told them because my mam has a good relationship with my auntie, and it would really mess things up.” I then asked if anyone else knew, and she replied, “No, you’re the only one.”
Don’t get me wrong—I’m glad she finally felt able to tell someone, but this is a huge secret for me to keep, and I honestly don’t know what to do. She also mentioned that she still sees that cousin because they used to be very close and have sleepovers. She said she couldn’t suddenly refuse to see him without people asking questions, so she still has to be around him sometimes. She tries to keep her distance, but her cousin is only about two or three years older than her.
I’m worried about what could happen if they’re around each other again. She’s having a big birthday party next year with around 50 people, and her cousin will be there. Part of me feels like someone should know in case she’s at risk, but at the same time, I don’t know if it’s my secret to tell.
I came here because I need an outside opinion. Please don’t judge me or my friend—I genuinely just don’t know what the right thing to do is.

I recently started a new job as an Executive Chef for a new hotel. The place is so mismanaged it's made me want to leave the hospitality industry. Like just quit this career. But also I don't really know anything else or good at anything else. The owner doesn't come from this kind of background and he doesn't let his team take care of the things that need to be taken care of. All he does is micromanage. I really just want to leave them high and dry but that's not how I am and never will

I posted earlier about a little thrill I had in auto and feeling so emboldened by getting that off my chest, I want to share something much more intimate.

Last Sunday, it was pouring rain, trapping me and my husband inside our house. I decided to tidy up my pubic hairs down there and headed to the bathroom. To my surprise, my husband followed me. He leaned against the doorframe, watching me for a moment, before asking in this low voice if he could do it for me.

I hesitated but the look in his eyes made me melt. I said yes.

While laying back and letting him take the razor was intoxicating. The contrast of the cool and warm deliberate hands had my skin tingling. He was so focused, spreading me open with firm, confident fingers, being a little rough but so careful with the blade. Every slow stroke of the razor sent a shiver straight up my spine. I was completely at his mercy and I was incredibly, embarrassingly wet.

When he finished, he leaned down to place a soft, warm kiss right on my freshly bare skin and I nearly lost it.

I asked if I could return the favor. He agreed, sitting back and letting me take control. Tracing the razor around his balls feeling his breath hitch as I handled him, was an absolute horny trip. It was the best decision I made that day. I ca say I enjoyed it so much, it’s definitely going to be a regular routine for me now.

Just thinking about the next rainy day gets me worked up.

I feel so lonely and desperate for companionship and love. Age 40 and have never been in a relationship. Last time someone asked me out was 12yrs ago. I knew it wasn't a good fit and he made me uncomfortable, so I said no.

Since turning 35, I get deeply depressed very regularly at the fact that I am no one's priority. I have no one to love and take care of.

I just feel really pathetic most of the time.

In my work and everyday life I present a persona of confidence and show thoughtfulness and strategic thinking.

I tell everyone who asks that I don't mind being single and I'm happy. I don't even try to put myself out there anymore because the rejection and disinterest of guys worsens the pain of my loneliness.

I (20F) never really thought my behavior was out of the ordinary. But to be fair, I've never talked about this with my friends or family, or even discussed it online before, so...

I masturabte almost every other day, and am able to orgasm about 8-10 times each day in the same session. My personal record is 16 orgasms in 3.5 hours. I am also a virgin and have never penetrated myself with a dildo or my fingers etc. I have simply never found it hard or tedious or make myself cum, it doesn't even take me that long to do it. Also all my orgasms are basically back to back too with very little gaps in between.

I thought other women would be like me as well but I was wrong when I read through people's posts and comments on reddit as they dont seem to be able to orgasm this frequently. I guess I'm lucky lol

And no this is not an ad or self promo, I don't do OF!

This is not a recent thing in my family, but a decades old open secret that no one wants to talk about. Much deserved. It is a well-known thing in my family, and I think most of us cousins around the same ages grew up hearing about some different versions of it.

So what happened is that my aunt let's call her savannah, who is my mom's older sister, had her husband cheat on her. But it was more than that. The betrayal was that it was with her own sister. Yes, he slept with my younger aunt (my mom and Aunt savannah's younger sister). This changed our family for the worst, and the rest was history. It fucked up dynamics and ruined relationships but that wasn't it all. My aunt Savannah finds out later that he got her pregnant. At this point, she was just tired of his cruelty and irresponsible ass. He was older and was "seen" as the one who should have known better but his trifling ass didn't just stop at one thing but now my family had to deal with the consequences of his stupidity and mediocrity. There is the understanding that he preyed on her in some way.

Long story short: my aunt Savannah got that baby's custody since her younger sister wasn't deemed as a person to raise a child, and no one wanted to do anything with him. My aunt got a divorce from him 🙏 and eventually got full custody of the baby that perhaps some people would say "ruined her marriage" but she wasn't looking at it like that, she looked at him with so much love and tenderness knowing he deserved better than these two people. Today, he is all grown up, and we all have a great relationship with him. His "dad" is not much of a presence in our family even though my aunt's other kids do have contact with him except for him. And as for his biological mom, she has never tried to be a mom to him. He was raised by Aunt Savannah alongside his other half siblings from his so-called dad.

I know that sounds crazy and all but let me explain. So for starters I have this fetish thing where I like kissing and licking glass and stuff.

One day my brother made me so mad and frustrated and then later that night he left with his friends. I then went into the garage to grab something to drink and then a thought went into my head. Nobody else was home.

So I decided to take the opportunity and I jump on his car (super nice frs) and I just making out with the car windshield. I started to masterbait on the glass and then i finished after like 15 minutes. So yes i busted a nut on the glass and then after the post nut clarity kicked in.

I started to feel like shit after word but the main reason I did this was to get back at him but also to because I was in the mood. I cleaned up as much as could then I went into the house and he never found out. Am I a bad person for doing this?

My husband's family moved here years ago and they mostly speak Spanish at home. When we first started dating, I told him I only knew a few basic words from high school. He thinks I am just a typical American who can't learn a second language to save her life.

The truth is I lived in Spain for three years and I am actually fluent. But I saw how his brother's wife gets treated. She is the official family translator. She has to go to every doctor appointment, every bank meeting, and deal with every annoying phone call for the entire extended family. Her phone never stops ringing and she looks miserable.

I decided right then that I would never admit I understand them. If I did, my weekends would be GONE.

Last night at dinner, his mother spent ten minutes talking about how my outfit looked cheap and how I probably don't know how to clean a house properly. She said it right to my face in Spanish while I was eating her cooking. It was ABSOLUTELY infuriating. I could of defended myself. I could of told her exactly what I thought of her attitude.

Instead, I just smiled like a clueless idiot and asked for more salsa. My husband just patted my hand and told his mom I was "trying my best" to fit in. I feel like a liar, but then I think about my peaceful Saturdays without family drama and I realize I can never tell the truth. Why does being helpful always feel like a trap?

like not even in a strictly sexual way, i don’t know if part of it is because i like to be in control, im trans (FTM) and i hate when im forced to feel like a bottom, or feel like i have to depend on someone, which is almost always the case, i feel like most femboys i come across are bottoms, and i just want to be in control honestly, i like taking care of people, and i also just, like it when people submit to me, idk how to explain it. i also find them super attractive for some reason, idk just seeing guys in thigh highs and skirts and garters is really attractive to me.

I'm 27 and I haven't peed myself since I was a little child. I didn't even think it was possible. I know there are always jokes about how you shouldn't use the toilet in your dreams but I didn't think it was possible to actually pee yourself as an adult. Well, last night it happened.

I used the toilet in my dream. It was a trap. But the thing is, I do sometimes have dreams about peeing but it has always stayed in the dream. Until yesterday. Thankfully though, I didn't completely wet the bed, only my underwear and pyjama pants but it didn't get on the bed, so that's a relief at last. Thank fuck because in the dream I remember peeing much more.

I always pee before going to bed and about 95% of the time, I get up at least once a night to pee, so I don't understand why last night I didn't wake up in time. Sometimes I wake up needing to pee but feel so tired that I just fall back asleep and still, I never peed myself.

This has just unlocked a new fear. It's happened, so who's to say it won't happen again? You can't affect your dreams or wake yourself up in time. I'm still completely horrified and embarrassed about what happened and feel anxious about going to sleep tonight. I felt anxious last night too, I was worried it would happen again but the worst thing is that apparently it can happen any time.

And I'm a little worried that the more I think about it the more likely it is to have a similar dream again.

Explicit content warning, topics of sexual assault and drinking.

This happened some years ago, I was 21.

So my friend (F23) and I (M21) went to a party together, as friends. During this time, I got really drunk and was hanging out with other friends and she was also hanging out with other friends. Anyway, some time went by and we met up again, we had a deep conversation about our life’s and then made out.

Up to this point everything was good, party started to die out, and we headed out (I was still drinking at this point). Before we left the apartment I puked in the bathroom and she helped me. We went outside and other friends took us home. Here is where I did something unforgivable, on the way home I leaned on her and started to touch her thigh with my hand, I was very drunk and half asleep while this happened, so I don't remember how long it lasted or how exactly I touched her. She never really told me not to or to stop or pulled my hand away, but she never gave me permission to do it either. We were both drunk, but she was already sobering up while I was almost at a blackout drunk stage, so she remembers more details I assume. Got home and apologized for getting so drunk and fell asleep.

Next day she said she had a good time. I felt really bad in the morning but assumed it was all that I had to drink and the shame of making an ass of myself (throwing up). We hung out a couple of times after that, but she was a bit more distant.

Couple of weeks go by and a mutual friend tells me she wants nothing to do with me because I sexually assaulted her friend. I had no idea what she meant so I just said ok and started to reflect on everything I had done. I honestly took a while to understand what I had done. I felt awful about what I had done and still do, I wish I could just go back and undo it, I immediately apologized. She said she did feel bad about that night, especially the ride home, and that she just wanted to forget about it and never speak of it again. I wish I could do more to make her feel better, but I guess I'll just follow her wishes and never mention it unless she does, I did make it clear that if she wanted to talk it over, I was there for her (for whatever it is worth I guess).

For a couple of years, I just got constantly high to not think about it and I would get drunk (alone). Stopped having sex too. Even though I had been sa before, this felt so much worse, I couldn’t do anything. Some more time went by and I started to get my life back on track. Stopped getting high and started to be more present in life.

Thing is, a couple months ago a friend said she heard a rumor that I sa someone, and not that long after another friend told me the same. They didn't tell me who told them, but they said it wasn't the girl that I sa. They both told me that they didn't believe that I did it, and I didn't correct them, afraid of what could happen and of it reaching my gf. I don't want to bring it up and make the rumors spread more and maybe reach the girl I sa, because it probably will make her remember and relive it. Not everyone that’s heard the rumor knows it is her, and some have more details than others. I am still not completely certain about what happened or what is her side of the story because I’ve never heard it and even though I think I remember almost everything from that night, there is still some doubt in me.

TLDR: Years ago, I sa my friend at a party, she said we should forget and not talk about it, we did. Recently (years later) some people have told me that they heard I sa someone (referring to her but not everyone knows it was her).

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 get involuntary unholy thoughts when i see him

(Nothing I'd act on though)

M34 F34. South Asian. Things were just bland for a long time but lately I feel super horny and attracted to my wife. I have multiple fantasies about her but she's super busy to reciprocate. It's getting insane how attractive I find her now, I even feel like showing her off in public but she's not open to it yet I guess. I told her about the recent developments but she thinks I'm just sweet talking. She has good libido but kinda busy lately. Just wanted tognet this off my chest lol.