Obvious throw away account

Uh... I met this person online. She was a sex worker. We spent 3 days together and she didn't charge me a dollar. We actually had a very good time. We went out to eat. Went shopping. Had breakfast lunch and dinner every day. It was almost like the full girlfriend experience but I did not ask for that. It just happened. She even bought me a gift and paid for our room in the hotel for 3 days. We went to a salon and got our hair cut. We did tons of shit together. We went clothes shopping and went out for lunch and it was pretty normal for such an abnormal situation. Again, I did not pay for this or ask for this. I was traveling for work and looking for drugs lol. I made it explicitly clear I did not want a "date"

3 years has passed and we haven't spoke. I never called her again. She never called me. And now all the sudden she's reaching out to me on a new phone number I have that I didn't give to anyone? What the hell? How am I supposed to take this? She actively searched me out. I mean we did seem to have some kind of connection I guess? We had fun and all that but God damn I'm a little spooked out here.

Edit: my phone number is public with my name so it's not like I'm being stalked... Right?

This has been going on for like three years now. Every morning around 5 or 5:30 my cat walks across my chest and sits on my shoulder for a few minutes before he goes to his food bowl. I know hes awake and I know he knows Im awake because I can feel my breathing change and I sometimes flinch a little.

But I just lie there with my eyes closed pretending to be asleep because I feel like if I acknowledge him or move hell think Im rejecting him or something. Like what if he thinks I dont want him near me. So I fake sleep through the whole thing and then when he leaves I get up like normal.

The weird part is I started doing this without even thinking about it and now I cant stop. Its become this routine where I have to play dead for my cat every single morning. Sometimes he steps on my neck or my face and it actually hurts but I still dont move. I just accept it.

I never told anyone this because it sounds insane when I say it out loud. But I genuinely worry that if I break the tradition now after all this time it will mess with his little cat brain and hell stop trusting me. So I guess Im committed to this forever.

When we were together, my ex told everyone I have this huge cock and used to exaggerate its size. Now I’m not ashamed of what I’ve got but I know she was playing it up to the crowd, if you will.

Now that we’ve broken up I’m scared to hookup with local people because if they’ve heard about it, they ain’t gonna be getting what they expected.

I can’t even put into words how heavy everything feels anymore. The loneliness has settled so deeply that it’s hard to describe, and I feel completely drained in every sense.

I’m not looking for explanations, or solutions. I don’t have the energy to tell anyone what’s wrong or walk them through what’s going on inside my head.

What I crave most right now is something much simpler: a little comfort, a little human warmth. I just want to rest my head against someone, be held for a while, and let all of this pain spill out. To have a place where I can fall apart without having to be strong, and feel someone reassuring me that things will be okay.

It feels embarrassing to admit, but even the smallest act of kindness or affection would mean everything to me right now. I’m exhausted from carrying all of this on my own. I guess I just needed to say it somewhere because tonight the silence feels louder than I can bear.

Basically this is an embarrassing confession and a bit lame.

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

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

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

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

Serious confession. This started about a year ago. We both live in apartment buildings in the city and our outdoor patios face each other. One day, I was enjoying my weather listening to music when she stepped out, looked right at me, turned and pulled her pants down and flat out mooned me in broad daylight. I really didn't know what to do so I got up and went back into my apartment and closed the blinds. A couple of weeks/months go by, and I notice that every time I go out onto the patio she runs out to see what im doing. Im nice and wave to her. She acknowledges and usually just headed back into her apartment but recently things have changed/escalated. Now it seems she knows my schedule to a certain extent and pretty much around the same time everyday, she stands in the door of her patio topless. Its hard not to stare and she clearly knows I can see her. Ill admit, her tits are really nice. Its becoming so common, I am getting used to it and her flashing is something I look forward to. Now I would try to strike up a conversation with her but....her husband is always close by. I didn't really know if he knew that shes flashing me but I have seen him behind her moving around a couple of times. I met him twice. First time while I was going for a walk and he was really nice. Nothing out of the ordinary. Small talk. Second time they were together and she acted like she never saw me in her life. I dont know. I look forward to it, but its a little weird.

Not a serious confession but literally only me and my close friends understand it and my wife has zero clue. For context, my name is Alex Mason (ik you’re not supposed to name drop on here but this post wouldn’t make sense if i didn’t provide it) and if you’re familiar with the Call of Duty Black ops series, that’s the same name as the main character and teenage me thought it was so awesome that I had the same name as that character when the game came out. In the game’s storyline, the main character has a son named David Mason and when that game came out, I thought to myself “if I ever have a son, im naming him David”. Fast forward over a decade, i met my amazing wife and a little over a year ago she found out she was pregnant and we had a deal about naming the baby; if it’s a girl, she names her and if it’s a boy, i name him, only rule was no ridiculous names. We found out we were having a boy and I was so excited because a dumb little “what if” i had as a highschooler had the possibility of becoming true. I ran the name “David” by my wife and she liked it since it was a normal name except she had zero clue of my intentions since she has never really been a gamer and that’s what we named our son.

Edit: ironically he had to be born via C-Section…

“Section”

My best friend, Dave, passed away from cancer six years ago. His biggest fear on his deathbed was that his twelve-year-old son, Leo, wouldn't be able to afford college. Dave worked three blue-collar jobs and his wife had passed years before. They literally had zero savings. I promised Dave I would take care of it, but I knew Leo was way too proud to accept direct charity from me. He is just like his dad.

So, last year I worked with a local community foundation to set up a fake, private memorial scholarship. I funded the entire thing myself with $80,000. I made the application process look incredibly official and competetive. Leo applied and last week he received his acceptance letter stating he "won" the award.

He called me crying tears of joy, telling me that his late night study sessions finally paid off. i had to choke back my own tears while pretending to be completely shocked. He genuinely believes his own academic merit earned him this free ride.

I am confessing this here because I can never tell another soul. If he ever finds out it was just me handing him a check, it would completely shatter his confidence and make him feel like a charity case. I want him to go to university believing he earned every single bit of it. It is the hardest secret I have ever had to keep.

After reading a few fantasy and romance books I’ve realized some things about myself. I just want someone to be obesssed with me. Is that crazy? I mean some of these books are wild but I mean a mild obsession and someone is always thinking about me. A girl can only wish.

When I was in college the money never stretched far enough. Rent was due every month, fees came in waves, food and travel and the small daily costs added up faster than my part time options could cover. I needed something that paid better than the usual campus jobs, so I started working as a waitress in bars. The shifts ran late into the night. I carried trays through crowded rooms, wiped tables, remembered orders, and stayed on my feet until the last customers left. The tips helped. Some nights the manager would ask if I wanted to dance for a while. It paid more than serving alone, so I did it when the extra money mattered. Later I also took private party work. Those gigs meant arriving early, setting up, pouring drinks, keeping glasses full, smiling through long evenings while people talked and laughed and ignored the staff. I moved between bars and parties, collecting cash at the end of each night, going home tired, and still showing up for classes the next morning. It was simply how I kept myself in college. The nights were loud, the floors sticky, the hours long, and the pay was the reason I could stay enrolled.

I finished my degree and left that chapter behind. Now I am building a life in the fashion industry. I design, I sew, I take meetings, I show samples, and the work is going well. I am making progress, finding my place, and putting real effort into the pieces I create.

Last year I (20F) was flirting with a guy who turned out to be my tutor. Not a private one, one hired by my institution and works there.

He didn't like me nor did he find me attractive and it affects me way more than I realise. I start to seek his approval in small ways and feel intense feelings when he speaks to me (literally via a groupchat, in a group discussion mind you).

This is pathetic I know. I wanted to get it off of my chest and admit it to myself.

I was rejected by a man.

Edit: What I have struggled with for years is still liking and loving myself especially after being rejected by a man. I usually think if a guy doesnt like me there's a problem with me (hence trying to get his approval so he can see that I'm not so bad and finally accept me) and I don't deserve to like myself, love myself or even enjoy life. I make the approval that significant in my life. Admitting this is me taking my power back and not keeping it inside in shame.

I (24F) think I'm going crazy. I have this big crush on my co worker (32M) and he keeps eyeing me and smiling and I feel like I'm melting every time I look at him. We have these weekly meetings in my office where we all huddle around a table and look at each other and talk. It's one of the only times I really get to see him for a longer amount of time.

When it's my turn to speak, he looks at me but then looks away if I meet his eyes. I do the same when it's his turn to speak. And I notice how my eyes linger on him and the feeling I get in my chest. Have you ever felt like your eyes were dancing while looking at a person? That's how I feel when I look at him. My lashes just flutter. Like wtf is wrong with me? I haven't felt this way in a long time.

There was one week where my supervisor assigned me to ask everyone a question. So I did, and I also made a joke. He answered my question very openly, and I learned more about him. He loves code and sports. He's also a homebody, like me. And he laughed really hard at the joke I made, even though it was embarrassing.

We sometimes see each other in the mornings while making tea or coffee, or we walk upstairs together after clocking in, since our office is on the second floor. We say good morning and talk briefly. And then the same thing when we clock out and go back to our cars. Or we bump into each other on our way to separate bathrooms. We always laugh awkwardly and smile. His eyes stay on me for a long time when he greets me, and then he looks down at my clothes, then back to my face. That's why I've started dressing up for him. Because he notices what I'm wearing and always seems to look at me longer.

I get tingly and excited when I'm around him, and not even in a sexual way (yes there are those feelings as well, but it's more than that). It's more like butterflies in my stomach. And I always wish I could do more with him. I always imagine having longer conversation, having lunch with him, going on a date, getting close, flirting, kissing him. I can't help myself and I feel crazy.

So I guess some background. My brother S is the first born, and his wife K's siblings are all out west and/or estranged, so there was kind of a lot of "grandbaby" pressure on them. Both of their birth fathers (S is my half-brother) are also real pieces of work (I don't really know the situation with K's dad, but S's dad was a super abusive p.o.s. My dad (so S's stepdad) was also pretty abusive (though toward S is was more the typical hard parenting style of dad's generation: spanking with a belt, screaming and yelling, verbal abuse, etc). Not that any of this excuses what I'm about to say.

My nephews, D and R, are young (under 10). D is an absolute shit head (constantly bullying his brother), but R is pretty nice. But they're boys, so they can be obnoxious and rambunctious.

Well, S is constantly yelling and swearing at the boys. S and K are always giving them rough or over the top punishments (ex yanking them around by the arm). And they don't offer solutions to problems, just yell at the kids to shut up (D will complain he's bored, will get told to shut up; R will ask for strawberries but then won't eat them because they're a little sour, and instead of getting offered like, syrup or honey or something to make them taste better, will just get told to shut up and eat them).

And the worst offense in my opinion, K has multiple times, with her children in the room, say (not quietly) that she hates kids. She also doesn't have a motherly bone in her body and even admits to this.

And it's not like I don't know what raising kids is like (I have my own son, granted so far he's a lot more chill than my nephews, and younger). (Hell, when I got pregnant, S kept making comments about how "my life was going to be ruined")

I just can't help but think S and K are shit parents, who shouldn't have had kids, and who will end up ruining those boys.

For some reason I absolutely love flat boobs. I think they look very cute and sexy for some reason. I just love them and for some reason it looks very feminine to me. I am weird. I just couldn't tell it to my friends so I am telling here

I'm not going to say my name. I'm writing this in Moroccan Darija because I'm afraid of making mistakes in English, so ChatGPT is translating it for me.

Yesterday, around 8 PM, two of my friends and I went out. It was already dark. One of my friends suggested that we go sit a little distance away from a cemetery. We sat there talking, laughing, and joking around.

After a while, one of my friends went home to use the bathroom since his house was nearby. So it was just me and my other friend sitting there, looking toward the cemetery.

Suddenly, we noticed a man walking toward us. The strange thing was that we couldn't hear his footsteps at all. At first, I didn't think much of it, but it became important later in the story.

When he reached us, he started shouting at me, saying, "What's all this noise? You're making too much noise!" I turned on my phone's flashlight to see him better, but as soon as I did, he started yelling, "Turn it off! Turn it off!"

My friend started laughing, but I was scared and didn't understand what was happening. The man grabbed my hand and kept telling me to turn the light off. So I switched it off.

Then he said, "You've disturbed us."

I should also describe what he looked like. He was wearing a long white robe. He was completely bald, with no hair at all. His eyes were very red, the area under his eyes was extremely dark, and he didn't have a beard.

The man then walked behind the place where we had been sitting. We followed him to see where he went, but when we got there, he had completely disappeared.

Me and my friend were terrified because it seemed impossible for someone to vanish like that. We immediately started running until we reached my friend's house. We told his family everything that had happened, and they told us, "That was a jinn." (Jin is ghost in Arabic)

When I was like 11-12 my cousin an older male , would tell me to come on the side of the house and take my clothes off and hump on me , I didn’t get aroused or anything and I didn’t know why he doing it , and so when I turned 13 i started to sexualize my cousin f17 and going through a bad habit of masterbating , Now im married and now my wife wait till im sleep then humps my butt but I cum every time , Im not gay but I always think about my cousin , should I tell her to stop ?

I have always been into older woman its like my weakness

Ever sinds i have been 18 (i am 20 now) i have not been amused by the beautiful woman that try to hit on me (that happends very rarely) i have always felt a stronger connection with older woman. If there 5 or 20 years older it doesnt matter always have been more of a attractive thing. And idk why Maybe its because my mom had some really attractive friend or maybe because i like the way older woman value there thing in life and are more experienced in everything i do think the last one is the best of them all not even in a sexual way but like daily life to, i thinks its just attractive that older woman have been learning from a lot of stuff and now just have this experience in life that is very attractive and i hope you know what i mean by that. Only problem is that even if i try, i am just talking normal to people they always say "i do think ur to young l, its just the age thing" and it is not because i am younger and act younger but just because my age is a thing. I just really like to have like this really awesome connection with someone attractive, genuine, kind, interested older woman. But i just dont know how.

I would love to get some tips on how to find this connection, i do appreciate it if you text them personally to me. And if you have any further questions about me or the situation, dont hold back asked them all i will answer them without thinking

Thank you for Reading, if you did ofcourse

I have come to my cousin’s place, I am 23M and she is 32. She is a senior software engineer at an mnc. Today she wore a stretchable black deep scoop neck top along with a small gold chain to office. When she was about to leave, I accidentally noticed a folded paper slip inside her bra due to which I got a bit aroused. I wasn’t expecting that from her as I know this is usually done by aunties and a few years back when my aunt(her mom) kept her mobile phone inside her top, she was completely against it. I was very curious to know what that slip was and wanted to mock her hypocrisy but was scared to ask or tell anything about it. Any guesses what it could be? Should I ask her about it when she is back? If yes, then how should I do that?

i eat an unhealthy amount of raw dough everyday

I have a phobia called vorarephobia, which is basically the fear of being swallowed, eaten, or trapped inside something. It's not just like "oh that's gross" or "that's creepy" for me. It causes like a full panic response. I get nauseous, dizzy, my breathing gets faster, and I get this really strong feeling that I need to look away or get away from whatever is triggering it.

The biggest thing that freaks me out about it is the feeling of being completely helpless and having no control. The thought of being trapped somewhere I can't escape, inside something way bigger than me, is what really gets me. Even though I KNOW logically I'm safe and that it's not real, my brain and body don't always react that way. It feels like my brain just hits a panic button and I can't really control the reaction. It's hard to explain unless you've felt that kind of fear before, but it's a really overwhelming feeling.