So basically I met this guy on a dating app about 5 months ago and the first day we started texting we called and had a really good vibe so I went to see him immediately like 3 hours after we planned to just go for a long walk and talk…Right from the first moment I saw him I got butterflies he was so handsome…On our walk he held my hand and put his arm around me since it was really cold then eventually gave me his coat when I started shivering…Eventually we just ended up walking to his car and sitting to heat back up….We sat and talked and laughed for over 5 hours and honestly I developed feelings for him right away the way he looked at me made me melt and we ended up kissing…I’m not being dramatic but this kiss felt magical the way he held me was perfect and it felt like his lips were made for mine…That’s night we stay together talking,hugging,kissing and laughing until 4 am and he drove me home while I laid my head on his arm as I finally got to my door he ask told me he wanted to make me his girlfriend , I smiled and kissed him without saying anything…After that we had been seeing each other for about 2 weeks and it was amazing…One morning idk what got into me but I ended up calling him and telling him about some past trauma and about my trust issues and he listened to every word and was so sweet and supportive about it later that night we ended up going out and immediately I couldn’t tell something was a little off with him he just looked sad, I asked him what was up and he kept saying nothing then throughout the night it seemed he forgot about whatever was on his mind and we were having a really good time until I saw him looking at me with such sad eyes out of no where, I told him that I knew something was up and to just tell me and he said he couldn’t because he thought I would be mad, I assured him I wouldn’t and I kissed him…He told me he couldn’t say it but he already typed it out on his phone and he passed it to me and it basically said that I was the most amazing girl he’s ever met but he couldn’t be with me and we could just be friends because of his family and culture and that it was a mistake for him to have said he wanted to make me his girlfriend because he knew he couldn’t no matter how much he wanted to…He was right I was mad,I asked him why is he was telling me this now and he told me what I told him over the phone broke his heart and he didn’t want to get in too deep with me and wait longer to tell me cuz he didn’t wanna hurt me I didn’t deserve it…I told him to drop me hope and I saw him tearing up and I told him to never talk to me again but that I wished him the best…2months later without us talking we ended talking because we both missed each other and saying that we would just be really close friends…We go on dates and spend a lot of time together basically as if we were a couple even though we could never truly be one…He treats me like his princess and he’s always there for me and calls me his baby or his angel and even tho I know that we’ll never really be together I really have fallen for him and I think he has too and it’s just a really sad situation😔

scariest shit i'v seen in my life. Is this my fault? has it happened to anyone else? Both their mothers died of cancer on december 2024. 2 of the only people i fell in love with get to experience one of the greatest moments of sadness a human can possibly go through. Im a psychopathic piece of shit myself so my mania says im at fault for some reason? maybe me being annoying butterfly effected their lives into more stress?i dont fucking know dude, this type of synchronicity haunts me right now. I kept contact with one of them and i went out with her, seeing her like that pierced me through the soul. Last time i saw her we were all hugs and kisses, she was lively and happy, confident in herself and now is just a shell of what she once was 6 years ago.

My final wedding payment is due tomorrow. I’m too embarrassed to ask anybody for help in my family, what can I do to make $600 in a day

I’ve had a breeding kink for a long time. Recently it seems like it’s going to a new level, now that ive discovered my ex is pregnant. I’m not the one who got her pregnant, but I wish I was, she is so incredibly hot and I can’t stop thinking about her and wanting her. She looks incredible being pregnant, it just suits her. I’m sure she knows I find pregnant women irresistible, she is constantly teasing me with how big her tits are getting and her ass almost doesn’t fit in her pants anymore. She regularly send photos of how big she has gotten. I’ve always had a really high libido. Now though Im fantasising about impregnating just about every woman I come past. I’m constantly horny and I more or less have a hard on nonstop. It’s not just a case of wanting to pump and dump. I want to continue to breed and fill all women I come past, especially my ex, right up until they go into labour. Fill them up multiple times a day, make them my breeding toy. To feel their big pregnant belly under me as I fill the up with my cum over and over again and at the same time suck on their big milky tits. Just the idea is enough to get my heart pounding. And then once they were ready again breed them once again, impregnating them as many times as possible. It’s such an intense urge and craving. I struggle to control my urges, I normally end up edging all day at work and having to make myself cum multiple times a day, otherwise I just end up eye fucking all my female colleagues and the gym babes at my gym. These urges are so damn intense

Hello. I'm new here so not too sure how to put this to word but here you go. Got sucked off by my cuz twice (in seventh grade) and touched sucked her tities and touched her coochie when I was again in the next few years of Junior high and in high school I also did it again when I was in tenth grade I think. Now she all big and very chubby (likened to BBW, not really my type btw, I like girls who have the biggies, but not like fat), for some odd reasons I kinda wanna ask her for it (we never did it before, though when she gave me head for the first time when I was again, in seventh grade, she did give signs but I chickened out because I was not knowing I was gonna do with it at the times, and also a few years after that, she had a boyfriend of her own words, their sex was amazing (?, idk but she said his cock was kinda a bit let's just say above average, and from what she told me recently, kinda a tad bit like me in personally?))

So last night I (22f) went out drinking with a bunch of friends. When all the bars were closing two of my friends wanted to join me back to my place.

When we got to my place they wanted to talk about sexual experiences and stuff like that. I personally don't really have any experience at all in that regard, and I feel really behind in life because of it and I don't want to seem like a prude or anything. So one of my friends asked what the craziest kink or sexual thing we had as a turn on. My other friend answered hers in detail, and when it was my turn I kind of didn't really know what to say. I was drunk and high and have serious people pleasing habits, so I try to think of something that is less boring than just answering honestly or normally.

I was really trying to rack my brain in order to come up with something. So I eventually just told them that I would like to get pissed on by someone. Why the fuck would I say that you might ask? I have no idea. What the hell is wrong with me??? As soon as I said those words I immediately felt regret and emberresment. I don't actually want to get pissed on? I just wanted to say something that's more fun and interesting than just normal normie vanilla stuff you know? To make the convo more entertaining or something but it's so stupid.

Why do I always feel like being me isn't good enough? I always have to be the most in these type of situations for some reason. And now my friends probably think I'm some fucking weirdo that has a piss kink or something. Fml.

Throwaway Ofc.

This is very fresh and no I’m not proud of it. Me and my girl friend have been together a year and I’ve never felt anything towards her best friend of about the same time frame. Almost out of the blue I’ve noticed I’m kind of attracted to her bestfriend. Just for context, my gf in my opinion is objectively more attractive, and I’m definitely a bad person for even putting this in writing but anonymity is morality’s safety net for sure. Right?

In the past, when we’ve all hung out, she’s worn all types of tank tops and booty shorts. I’ve never paid any notice till now. Admittedly, like the man I am, I’ve noticed she’s quite gifted in the chest area, more so than my gf and it’s so forbidden but it’s such a fantasy to think about. In general she’s got a nice and slim body, and I’ll just get it off my chest, I’ve fantasised a bit about sleeping with her. I know that she’s called me attractive before, and showed interest in pursuing me before I was with my gf, so that doesn’t help this micro-crush I’ve got. The only reason I suspect this is even happening is because we’re always around each other and it’s such a wrong thing to think about.

But there it is, my great confession. Some of the most evil script I have ever and will ever write. As hard as it is to believe but I love my girlfriend, and I’d never succumb to these fantasy’s. Hey since I got it out, it may leave me tomorrow. No I will never tell anyone this, just feel like being a villain today. Will I be held accountable, hell maybe, but that’s for future me to deal with.

On the off chance my gf does me truly dirty..maybe I’ll make dreams a reality, I already know she finds me attractive. We’re at university, and we all live fairly close. I wouldn’t be wrong for that, Right?

TL;DR: I’m having fantasy’s about the forbidden fruit that is my girlfriends bff

It all started when I was younger. A girl in my class was ginger. Now this was before I even knew anything about sex etc and I would have dreams about her every single night (now I understand they were wet dreams).

I'm now 32 and obsessed with ginger woman. If I see a ginger girl in the street, I'm in love 🤣

Is this normal? Is that just my type and I'm a bit of a weirdo?

RecentlyI realised all the mistakes I made (and I'm still making) and decided to tell my story through multiple povs.

(If you would like to read my story DM me🫶🏻)

Im 29 and own 3 houses, my main residence and two rentals.

The two houses i rent out to a couple, and a family of five who are older than me. I secretly look down on them and view them as my "serfs" so to speak.

I once went round to the property before to collect rent from the couple as they were a few days late , the girl was home alone and i implied to her if they were late on rent again, she could make it up in other ways and that her boyfriend would never need to know. 2 months later same situation - i went to collect and they were a few hundred short so i told her if she got on her knees the arrears would be gone. She did just that and her bfs never found out as far as i know. Theyve not been late on rent since last year.

hi guys, i am M19 and shes F21, we’ve been together for about a year, and shes been acting weird recently. Her solutions to problems are not wanting to see me for quite some time and absolutely canceling our plans without communicating. About two days ago, I begged her to stay and talk just for a bit and I even promised her that id stop caring so much about our relationship just for a talk and she gave in. She blamed everything that happens on me and i just accepted it to make her happy. She’s currently not talking to me and shes unhappy but doesnt want to break up. To be exact, i told her id stop caring so much about the relationship and that wed never have to make plans as long as we dont cancel these ones. i just want to know what i can do to fix this even if its a lost cause. i cant just simply stop caring its not who i am.

Hi there! I recently found this subreddit and I thought I’d share my experience as an anal-only straight Christian male because I don't see that many male posts. As the title says, I’ve lived this lifestyle for the last 7 years of my life, even with past partners. I do it for religious reasons, and I absolutely love it.

Just to clarify, this means that I don’t stroke my penis to masturbate or allow my partners to play with my penis, only anal (fingers, toys, rimming, etc). This also applies to when I’m being intimate with a partner. So far every partner that I’ve been with has been very supportive of my choices, albeit it has caused some confusion at the start which is totally understandable.

It started out when I was younger with some innocent exploration in the bathtub, which lead to me discovering anal masturbation far before I ever knew that I could feel pleasure from playing with my penis. It involved some fingers, soap as lube, and a LOT of curiosity. Just to clarify, I was never inappropriately touched or anything like that.

As I got older, the guys and girls at my school and church started dating, and we eventually got the "birds and bees talk." My church isn't oblivious to the fact that people have sex like a lot of people seem to think. While I can't speak for all churches, the ideaology that mine supprted is that young adults are going to find a way to have sex if they want to, so let's encourage marriage instead. I really appreciated this approach instead, because it didn't push shame like a lot of churches do.

During that time, I befriended a couple of upper-classmen, one of which would become my bff even till today. The topic of chastity and sex would inevitably come up between us, and she basically told me she was “saving herself for marriage, but still did anal and oral with her boyfriend” which really resonated with me. I loved the idea of saving something so intimate like P-in-V penetration for marriage. That, plus the thought of an unwanted/unexpected pregnancy really turned me off from anything directly stimulating my penis.

This was also around the time that I purchased my own chastity cage. I honestly never thought anything kinky or dirty of it, and wanted physical help to prevent myself from temptation because I know that I have an addictive personality. My family has a long lineage of addictions that I try to stay away from. Nowadays I try to keep it on 24/7, but I’ll take it off to clean every day to prevent any nastiness from forming.

All in all, I really enjoy this lifestyle and I don’t feel like I’m missing anything from not “stroking it.” I’ve had mind blowing orgasms with partners in the past and still do. Feel free to ask me any questions if you have any, and thank you so much for the read. I hope you have a wonderful week.

from the bottom of my heart, I genuinely believe all men watch porn and it disgusts me. it makes me doubtful for my future dating life because it's just such an off-putting thought in my mind. it just makes no sense to me why people masturbate to other people who don't know them. weirdd

for as long as I can remember I've never been able to ^(masturbate vaginally. like I physically couldn't finger myself with my pinky if I tried. I honestly don't look forward to having sex with anybody Soley for this reason, plus I just don't see how it would feel that good.)

When I was in 8th grade, I was in my denial phase. Where I thought being cis and straight was the best thing ever. I had some friends who were all like me, cis and straight. There was this girl, I'll call her lex (that isn't her real name) she tried to be friends with us multiple times, every time she tried to talk to us we would just roast the shit out of her, yet she still kept coming back. We genuinely hated lex, she was like a loyal golden retriever, always coming back, even after abuse. Mid 8th grade I went through a bad phase where I had homocidal thoughts, this was because my friend had shown me a g*re site and got me hooked on the stuff. One morning, I came up to lex, she smiled at me, something just snapped. I told her "you know, I think about killing you everyday", when I tell you her smile went away so fast. She looked disturbed by my comment and walked away. Fearing that she would tell a teacher first I went to the office and told the counselor what I did, I'm sent to a mental hospital now and the therapists constantly ask me why I said that, why I feel homocidal, like there must be a reason. " Why did you hate her?" They said. "Because she's annoying" I simply said back, they didn't believe me, I guess they couldnt possibly comprehend why I would do such a thing randomly. When I got out of the mental hospital after a few days, I was dragged to a meeting with the school district principal and the principal of my school, I sat at the end of the long table. I was dressed up like this was some party, my grandma (who was my guardian) looked at me as if to say "behave yourself". "Let's read a statement from lex shall we?" The principal said. I was prepared, trying not to smile. "Lex said "I was scared for my life, I didn't know what to do"" I smiled and let out a "haha", cue everyone staring at me. As the meeting ended, they said they would send us a letter saying if I was expelled or not, when we got the letter, I was. I ended up doing online school after that. It was hell. Fast forward to when I was visiting my other grandma in the country, I got a call on my phone from a random number. "Hello?" I said. Then I heard a familiar voice "hey, it's lex, I just want to say, you've ruined my life, and I plan to kill myself" I didn't no what to say, I still had no remorse so I said "do it" then I hung up. She made a group chat with me and my friends and went on a rant about how I ruined her self esteem and life, making her suicidal and feel like shit. My friends all told her they didn't care, they weren't even involved in what I said. She eventually stopped texting and I haven't heard from her since. Eventually I get done with my year of online school and I reintegrate into a real highschool, life is good. I still can't bring myself to regret it. I understand it was terrible, but when I think of it, I don't feel anything. I don't know if she did it, but this was something I never told my new friends when I got to real highschool.

Tldr: told a girl I thought about killing her, got expelled, she called me saying she was gonna end it all, no remorse.

I am 40 never been married and over the last few years I been think I not completely straight. I hook up with a guy or two .

Also watch gay porn . Now i can't helpmbut feel.shame and guilt afterwards. Think about oping up my dating profile tomboth women and men .

One thing is gay men and straight men can be toxic compared to woman . There are toxic women but it not as much compared to men.

As I'm writing this, a Google Chrome script is working in the background (thank you Bulk Delete from Glench) to delete my entire post and comment history, some 13 year's worth. My oldest account is 13 years old, created Sept 1 2011, 39.8K karma, 99K words and 41 hours of typing (per redditmetis.com); the newer one is six years old, 141.3K karma, 77K words and 32 hours of typing.

It was fun - seeing this analyses I can see where most of my interests lay, and there are several subreddits that I'll miss. Others I've found useful substitutes for (frankly private or public forum) and I'll just go over to these places (a bit of a pain frankly) and participate as usual.

The last straw was being banned from my county subreddit, because of a local school closure where politics quickly became the topic. One innocent comment from this conservative got me a permanent ban. Thanks.

And then over the past few months many, many subreddits had crazy political statements splashed all over - Musk is literally Hitler, dialing back on DEI means horrible things, etc. - and I'm done.

Now that Reddit is a public company and monetizing all the knowledge here, I'm taking it back - that is, I'm deleting all of it. The Chrome script is quite effective - I see posts I made 3 years ago scroll past - and it's all going away. I'm sure that Reddit's snapshots have captured it, but at least this small effort means I can just disappear. Funny to think for a few years I was a Premium Subscriber (IIRC it was $49.99/year).

What am I going to do with my time? Well there are plenty of books to read, X.com is a lively if disorganized place, and of course there's lots of IRL friends to reconnect with. I think I'll cross-post this to r/nosurf while I'm at it.

If anyone else is interested in getting off of Reddit, r/nosurf is a good place to start.

idk why i’m still here i should’ve been dead either january 21st or january 28th i shouldn’t have seen february happen now my birthdays in 19 days man i don’t want to be here

When I was fifteen I used to fap on a mature lady from my window. I waited when she will get out of her house and I will start my work. She used to get to work in her backyard and I always faped. She was hot.

"I confess that, a couple of years ago, I found a lost wallet on the street with a considerable amount of money and an identification card which belonged to an elderly man. Instead of returning it or turning it over to the police, I decided to keep everything. But here's the surprising thing: I didn't do it out of greed, but because I was so desperate for a financial way out that I thought this would be my chance. Today, after all this time, I deeply regret not having done the right thing. "This secret has been weighing on me and I feel like I need to release it so I can move on with my life."

I have the biggest crush on my trainer! I see her 4x a week and dammit!!! It would never happen, but the thought of it is wonderful!!

I constantly switch between two states of mind. Ill be extremely confident and happy one day but super depressed and anxious the next. It seems like every other day or week my outlook on life flips. Right now I really just want to kill myself. But I know that's a sad end so I persevere and put up with all of life's difficulties. I don't want to put my family through that stuff.

in November’ish of 2023 my girlfriend and I broke up, it was messy, because i had just found out she cheated on me with a guy she worked with & she didn’t just see him during our “break” around september 2023. Because i had realized she lied, I ended up lying to her out of spite that i fucked her best friend— and apparently at the time, since they weren’t friends, and she was getting textnow texts from her and others telling her how me and her friend were together— she believed it. I never knew about the textnow’s until later. I was just being a dickhead back. But because she believed this, she ended up talking to a guy she met at tmobile, and she told me she only went on a date and back to his house but nothing happened, and how he was dry…. in january 2024 we got back together and i read texts she sent to her bestie about this guy. How his dick was so much bigger than mine, how he lifted her up over his head on their date, how strong he was, how his dick was so big he had to push it in and mine wasn’t like that, how she had to bury her face in his pillows so the neighbors wouldn’t hear him fucking the shit out of her.. he also bruised her cervix and came on her face ruining her lashes. so her lash tech knew she got fucked by this guy and i’m sure she heard all the details too. And reading how she’d take all of it just to be talked through it. How his dick was big but it hurt and she powered through it. How he didn’t care about her and she paid for all of her uber trips to his apartment and back home. How she almost thought he had gotten her pregnant, and once before when she was hungry and wanted to get something eat— the most he offered her was mcdonald’s.

i’ve talked to her about him, and she says he was just an asshole. but she kept going back to see this “asshole”. and she tells me my dick is good for her , i’m 8 inches, but his was bigger and fatter and she loved it so much better how he filled her up. I’m sure he probably made her squirt only through from dick but she never has with me so she lied and told me he didn’t.

i really love this girl, and when i got back together i didn’t know all this, but i went poking my nose where i didn’t need to. now i know she got fucked to heaven and back by this asshole who didn’t give a fuck about her. it made me jealous to know he bruised her cervix and came on her face and all over her ass wherever he wanted. and he treated her however he wanted, and she took all of it. she says she was looking for me in him— she wanted me, but i was gone, and she also felt empowered after hearing her best friend was sucking me up from multiple sources - which was all lies.

at first i was upset to hear how he hurt her, and how he didn’t give a fuck about her, then i got jealous knowing he could actually lift her over his head, came on her face before i ever did and he bruised her cervix. and i know how she loves her cervix hit sometimes, others it makes her nauseous. but when she wants it, she takes EVERYTHING. i couldn’t help but start to get into it after thinking how much SHE was into it, cumming all over this guys dick, being fucked through his bed, just to leave sore afterwards.

but i don’t like thinking of it, but it’s hard to get the image of my girlfriend cumming all over this guys dick that was probably 9-10 inches and thick as fuck from her description, and i’m 8 inches and no pencil dick, but definitely he was bigger and she confirmed. i just wonder if she still thinks about him, and that’s why i think about him and her. but now it’s to the point where ive thought about asking her to go back and fuck him more, but i can’t do that. i just can’t believe i turned out this way, ive never in my life felt like a cuck, or would want to see this type of thing. but learning all the details after i was already back happily with her and didn’t want to leave- did something to me. now when i think of her i think of him. sometimes i just want to tell her to go fuck him again, but i hear how pathetic it sounds. i am a mess now mentally with her. no other girl do i have this issue with. i just want her. but i no longer feel like i have been her best.

(sorry for my english but i will explain it as best i can)

possibly in 2000s my uncle was and still is a geologist, he found some stuff, heres a example : panzerfaust ,

many musket balls from napoleonic era, and a ton of bullets

(also in country that i live in, if you have a bullet illegally then you would be in prison for 6 months to 8 years)

so basicly he/ we are toast but it is in grandma's so crisis averted

She left the country and now I feel like my workplace has lost a light. I'm happy for her, I think ultimately she's happy with how the move turned out. I never confessed my feelings, which is probably a good thing - nothing would have come of it, and I don't think she would have responded well anyway (people of faith rarely consider trans people to be potential romances). I've never told anyone this, and I think it's something I may have to otherwise take to the grave with me. There's this awful mixture of regret alongside this hollow feeling when I watched her leave work for the last time. I may never see her again. Oh well. :/

I was 12 years old when I made myself throw up for the first time. At that age, I didn’t really understand what I was doing. It just felt like a way to "fix" eating too much. But by the time I was 14, it had become a daily habit. Food was no longer something to enjoy—it was something I needed to get rid of.

For years, I kept it a secret. I learned how to hide it well. Running the water while in the bathroom, chewing gum all the time, making excuses not to eat in front of others. It became part of my life, something I controlled.

At 18, I had a moment that should have scared me. I had just eaten too much and felt that awful pressure in my stomach. I was outside, walking home, but I couldn’t wait. I turned into a side street, leaned forward, and threw up on the pavement. It was quick, but the shame hit me right after. I wiped my mouth and walked away fast, hoping no one saw. But instead of stopping after that, I kept going.

At 19, I got caught. Someone noticed the signs—the weight changes, the bloodshot eyes, the constant bathroom trips. They asked too many questions, and I couldn’t hide it anymore. I told myself I would stop. But I didn’t.

It took years before I finally managed to quit. For two years, I stayed away from it. I started to believe I was free.

Then, three months ago, I relapsed.

At first, it was just one time. Then another. And another. Now, it feels like my whole day is planned around it. I tell myself I’ll stop, but the moment I feel full, I panic. And I give in.

boyfriend (M31) has poor hygiene. usually doesn't wash his hands when he comes home unless they're really dirty, smelly shoes and socks, bad dental hygiene. wtf? thought these were things everyone takes care of without question??

i don't even know how to bring this to conversation. it affects our relationship to the extent i turn down his kisses or become disgusted when he's around. he'd probably take my feedback if i even brought this to conversation, but i don't want to teach him basic life skills, i'm his gf not his mom

I’m afraid of dying.

I use to say I wasn’t or wouldn’t be afraid of dying but I really am, now that I’m older and my son is growing up. He’s 10 now, so I’ve now been a parent to my son longer than my parents were around for me. And I don’t want him to not have me around in the years before he’s able to be out on his own. I pray I get to see him accomplish so much in life and hopefully be a father himself. But idk how long I’ll be here. Death is unexpected and scary.

My partner is really big into grammar and writing, I think he's really cool and smart for that. I have notoriously bad grammar and occasionally make really weird typos, sometimes I will just completely botch a spelling. There are times where I will correct it but sometimes I just leave it because I know he'll get a kick out of it. He brings me a lot of happiness and I just want him to feel happy too, I love him so dearly.

i confess to people sometimes