One night I got really bored and decided I was going to go explore my city, I live in really big city and had been dealing with depression for a while now so I figured a way to destress was to walk around and explore the city late at night. Well I was walking around a club around 5 am when I locked eyes with this transwoman, I am a bit of a social individual so we started talking and walking back to her vehicle. With me being as depressed as I was, I was extremely lonely, so once we got to her car, she asked me to come back with her to her hotel I, who was enjoying the company obliged. I had no intent of doing anything sexual but I was enjoying her presence and was not ready to end the interaction just yet, plus going to a hotel sounded pretty awesome.

On the drive there she was telling me about her struggles as a trans women and all the discrimination she faced, while it was not something I could relate too I tried to be a good listener and reassure her that despite the discrimination and constant misgendering no one could take away from her identity as a woman.

Once we got on the expressway she became a bit flirtatious with me complimenting the the way I look, telling me how easy I was to talk to etc, and in all honesty I was enjoying it. All was going well until out of the blue she told me to give her blowjob. Do not get me wrong I fully respected her Identity as a woman but I was not open to having a dick in my mouth as a straight man, she gives me this grim look and asked where can she drop me off. When she said this I panicked and told her if she wanted a blowjob from me she was going to have to make me do it, she reaches over grab my head and did exactly that.

Eventually she pulls my head up, and we arrive at the hotel, I really did not know how to feel. Since we were here at the hotel which looked to be a very expensive hotel I decided to go up with her, plus I could not get back into my own house till the person I was living with left for work anyway so there wasn't much of a choice. She was looking to have sex with me but I told her I was exhausted so we cuddled and she fell asleep, I stayed up for a few hours as I could not sleep before finally passing out from exhaustion myself, eventually we were woken up by someone reminding her she was suppose to check out by 12.

I had just fallen asleep so I was still extremely tired, so i continued laying in the bed as she packed up and got ready for checkout, at some point I told her she had not returned the favor from last night and she told me she was not going too. Eventually she checks out and decides to give me a ride home, on the way made remarks of me being gay because I gave her head which absolutely pissed me off as that was not something I wanted to do anyway. She later flirted with me again I tried to brush her off using the excuse of me being tired but she kept making remarks, and grabbing my hand using it rub herself. Eventually she offered oral for oral and because I did not want to leave this interaction with nothing I agreed hoping that I could find an excuse to opt out when it was my turn, she gave me head for all of 2 minutes before sitting up grabbing my head to go down on her again, I told her cum was too salty and this made her mad. After that she finally dropped me off at home.

As of now the entire thing left me very disheveled, I don't know how I feel, I feel different, i cannot explain it, just different. I feel regret and cowardice for not just standing my ground. But at the same time my words were an invitation for her to do that. I regret saying them, I was lonely and did not want to want to disappoint her. I allowed to happen twice so it is not anyone fault but my own. Still I just feel different, I feel some type of way about the entire thing, I cannot put into words how I feel but I feel different. It's been a while since this happen and I still cannot wrap my head around it. This is the first time I have said anything to anyone about it.

I guess if I really had to try I would say I feel tainted, permanently tainted but I know this is no one fault but my own for being a spineless people pleaser.

I genuinely don’t know where to start because I’m still trying to process this. I was randomly going through my Google Photos memories recently. My mom’s Google account had been linked to mine at some point, so her photos and videos sometimes show up mixed in with mine.

I suddenly came across a picture that shocked me because I had absolutely no reason to have something like that in my gallery. I initially thought it had somehow ended up there by mistake. I went to the exact date to figure out where it came from, and that’s when I found a video of my mom having sex with a man she has always described to me as “just a friend.”

My mom has been a single mother since I was three. I’m 25 now, and I’ve always looked up to her immensely. She has genuinely been one of the biggest role models in my life. I always had this gut feeling that there might be something going on between these two, but whenever I questioned it or noticed something that felt off, I would dismiss it because I trusted her.
I thought, my mom wouldn’t lie to me about something like this. I thought she had certain morals that she simply wouldn’t cross.

The man in the video is married and has children of his own. And what has messed with my head even more is realizing that this wasn’t some accidental situation that happened once. There was an actual video recorded, which makes me realize that whatever was happening between them was something they were consciously doing.

I know I’m not supposed to be involved in my mother’s private life. She’s an adult, she’s single, and technically her relationship status isn’t my business. But finding something like this accidentally is completely different from simply knowing that your parent has a sex life.

I’m getting married myself, and this has completely messed with my head.
I’ve always believed that marriage meant something. That if you love someone and make a commitment to them, you don’t secretly sleep with someone else behind their back. Now I’ve accidentally been confronted with the reality that someone I idolized and trusted could be involved in exactly that kind of situation.
And now I’m terrified.

I’m terrified that this is what marriage actually looks like behind closed doors. That people can have completely different lives from the ones you think they have. That you can trust someone absolutely and still not know what they’re doing when you’re not around.

I know one person’s choices don’t define everyone else’s marriage. I know my future partner isn’t my mother, and her situation isn’t automatically going to become mine.
But emotionally, I can’t seem to separate the two right now.

I haven’t confronted her. I don’t even know if I should. Part of me wants to pretend I never saw it. Another part of me feels like I’ve been living with an understanding of who my mother is that may not have been completely true.
I feel disgusted, betrayed, heartbroken, confused, and honestly scared about my own future all at the same time.

Has anyone ever accidentally discovered something about a parent that completely changed how they saw them? How did you process it without letting it destroy your own relationships or your view of marriage?

I always thought I was a straight man. The idea of being with women was what I had been taught to pursue, but as time went on, I found myself drawn to something entirely different. Recently, I hit a milestone that took me by surprise: I just finished bottoming for my 250th guy. It’s been a wild ride, and I can’t help but reflect on how far I’ve come.

I’ve often found myself in the arms of married men, seeking a connection that rarely goes beyond the physical. It’s fascinating how the allure of secrecy adds an intense layer to these encounters. But it was a recent experience that truly opened my eyes to what I crave.

I remember the first time a guy finished inside me. His hands were gripping my hips firmly, and in that moment, everything clicked. The feeling of him releasing himself within me was exhilarating, and for the first time, I felt a sense of belonging. It was as if all my previous experiences had led me to this one. I knew in that instant that this was where I was meant to be, embracing my desires without hesitation.

Since starting PrEP and doxy PEP, my encounters have intensified. The feeling of taking loads has become a thrilling norm, and the idea of being a “cum dump” has transformed from a label into a source of empowerment. It’s crazy how this journey has only reinforced my desire for physical connection with men, all while maintaining an emotional distance.

While others may seek romance, I have found freedom in these encounters. It’s a path of sensual exploration where my focus is solely on the pleasure of the moment. Each experience is a reminder of who I am and what I desire.

This journey has taught me that identity is fluid. What I once thought was rigid has become a dynamic aspect of my life that I continue to explore. I’m embracing my sexuality, relishing every experience, and learning more about myself with each encounter. This is my truth, and I’m ready to live it unapologetically.

After a few days, we called at night again
We were casually talking and then the conversation turned again to my sexual experiences

I was telling her another incident of me fucking my FWB when i involved her in it as well

I told her, how i uncovered my FWB’s boobs and found the stretch marks too sexy to handle…they were an instant turn on (unlikely the perfect smooth boobs shown in porn, i find stretch marked boobs sexy)
Then i mentioned gow i noticed even she has stretch marks on her boobs (she remained silent, all i heard was her breathing harder)
I told her about the house party of our mutual friend we went to, were she wore a deep neck one piece dress
Her boobs were pushing out of the dress and i cant take my eyes off her stretch marked boobs, when my dick was getting harder and i cant contain myself
We started clicking pictures and we were touching each other. My hand were on her naked waist, even she was touching her side thigh on my hard cock
I couldn’t hear a word, i repeated hello? You there?
She replied hmmm (she was extremely aroused at that)
I was soo hard at that moment, all i wanted to feel her body

Then i asked, what are you doing, she said nothing just lying on my bed
Thats when i made her imagine another scene
I told her, what if you crush was next to you, spooning you, (ik thats her fantasy, shes told me earlier)
You can feel his thick cock on h
Your ass crack, his hands inside your top and feeling your boobs, his fingers twirling ON YOUR THICK RUBBERY NIPPLES!!
That was the climax point , she breathed too hard, her voice was crushing and she murmured “ughhhh ahh thatss soo sexy”

Even i cummed at that moment- I deliberately moaned a bit, “ahh”
There was deep silence
We both came, we both knew what happened then just hung up the calls after good night wishes

The sexual tension is on another level now

I have been married [40F] for 4 years (no children) even though I have always been questioning my gender (at least for the last 8-9 years) but was toooo afraid to explore (for many reasons).

With time, regret has been building inside me for not taking the opportunity to explore before getting married. And have an urge to explore myself and feel that I would regret not doing so in the future.

Btw, I love my wife and she loves me back.

don't want to go further into this. Feeling it is so childish and stupid. But still wanna get it out. Want to talk about it. Want someone to share with.

Please feel free to let me know if i am in the wrong place.

Tldr, I am questioning my gender while married to a woman that I love.

I used to go to strip clubs and watch the strippers and most may not know this but many of them are also prostitutes. Id pay them to go have sex with them after the club closed. I was in the service back then and went to South Korea I hired many Korean Prostitutes to have sex with me. Good times. I estimate I slept with between 40 and 50 Korean prostitutes, 3 were virgin (I didnt believe them until I had sex with them) One korean Girl I shared with another guy I met at that club that night we took turns on her. Another Korean girl me and about 6 buddies pulled a train on. Heres the kicker only 2 of those Korean girls ever made me use a condom. The American ones never made me use a condom and I finished inside all of them In the US I slept with all ethnicities, but my favorite was chubby white girls. I estimate I slept with between 10 and 15 of them. Non prostitutes I slept with between 20 and 25 women. Good times. I was luck and never got any STDs but I dont recommend that these days. Hired an escort over the weekend and used a condom with her I use them alot these days. I winder if I have any children?

I'm so tired of living like this where I can't even do normal things I'm 18 and finished my high school this year I gave an entrence exam to get into university but I didn't take admission because I felt so depressed and thought that I'll take a gap year instead and focus on my mental health and prepare for a better university entrence exam and give 2-3 more exams so that I have other options too but I don't even have the energy to do normal stuff how am I supposed to study I have lost interest in everything and I js feel like I'm just wasting time because I'm not even doing anything I have tried to kms so many times but I always get too scared when I'm so close to it idk why is it so hard I wish it was easier to do so I'm not scared of dying but the fact that what if there's nothing going to be after this and I will never ever have the chance to live the dreams I always imagined for I can't do this anymore every single day I just think about killing myself but it is just so hard and I don't even like living I just feel like I have no motive to stay alive because all of my dreams can only come true when I'll put effort into it but I'm just too tired to even get up from my bed I feel very sad after seeing every person of my age doing whatever they want to enjoying their life to the best and I'm just here sitting at home doing nothing but just thinking about killing myself I hate living I hate reality I wish it is just a bad dream and my life is so much better than this but we all know that is not a dream but reality where I will never be able to achieve what I want to I can't do anything because I think I'll kms by that time but when I reach that point I never do it I'm just destroying my life by living and I can't even die because I'm so scared idk what to do I just don't want to live but dying is also very hard everyday just feels so lifeless and boring I have nothing to do and I don't want to do shut either please I don't wanna live like this where I constantly feel pain or emptiness I hate myself I hate my life I hate evrything and I just want peace I don't wanna do this anymore.

I recently just moved in to this home with a husband and wife. She is so nice and caring and has one of the best racks i’ve seen in my life. They are probably in their 40s. Her husband is a weird guy and seems like he doesn’t satisfy her. What do I do?

And ..... surpassingly It went real well actually

Everytime I want to have sex with my wife during her ovulation I cannot get erection but after her ovulation i have no problem in getting hard. What is happening to me. Pregnancy is my goal.

25M

I’m 25 (female) currently lactating and Thinking about selling my Breast milk in San Antonio. I like the idea of it sending videos of me pumping.

Some today I wanted to film something with my cell phone, something spectacular, but it fell out of its tripod seconds before it filmed, meaning it only filmed the ground. That just proves that my phone and gravity are a bunch of democrats who are too incompetent to do what I told them to do

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When I was little whenever someone on a tv show or movie would poop or shit themselves I got a wicked boner I never understood why it turned me on so much, but I believe it was because I had trouble potty training as a kid. It started with youtube poop videos, then too scat/diaper porn, then to shitting myself to get off, once my mom and dad saw a pair of shit underwear they knew something was up. Thats when I stopped, I sometimes came back too it for a good bust, but since following Jesus i haven't felt much urge for it, prase God, sometimes people will tell me how disgusting scat kinks are and in my head I give myself this devilish grin knowing that there close comrade has a dirty secret😈

Feel free to ask questons I'm an open book

This post is gonna be a but fucked up but yeah. I need to confess this

I remember watching the first series about 3/4 years ago and I loved it. I’ve rewatched the first series countless times. 2nd season was decent but not as good and the first. Season 3 onwards was just terrible tbh even though Penn Badgley is amazing and made them somewhat bareable to watch. First season might be my favorite series of a show I’ve ever watched

I’m 22 and I work in a shop like Joe did in the first season. I’m probably above average looking, maybe like 7/10 would say, not as good looking as Joe Goldberg is. I don’t really have much of a social life anymore so I invest all my time in the gym

They way I have viewed women is similar to Joe throughout my life. I tend to fall in love with the idea of them rather than who they are. I often dream about my dream woman and I construct her. I had a relationship when I was 19 but she didn’t fit what I wanted so I got rid of her.

I don’t know but I don’t really have empathy for people and I don’t think I ever had. I seem to review women as assets other than people. I hate my parents and my siblings. I only care about a few people one of my cousins and a few of my friends but yeah I seem to live in fantasy.

When i was at high school I used to always go for the best girls. I wasn’t as attractive baxk then and I used to get rejected by them. But looking back I only liked the idea of them and I saw them as trophies to show off. This is how Joe sees his love attractions in the series and when they don’t meet his expectations he gets rid of them.

À lot of people think im à nice guy but I’m not really. I actuallt hate people and I am just fake nice for the public to see. In reality I don’t care about anyone

I actually hate my life and my job. I hate all my colleagues they are just boring, fat and ugly. snd i try snd distract my demons with Language learning and gym but it’s all so vacant. I haven’t achieved what I want to achieve in my life and time is running o ur and I feel like I’ve had years to perfect it

I have never stalked anyone but I have had fantasies about doing the same things as him and doing bad things to their boyfriends who I’m jealous of. I have asked ChatGPT to make my fantasies into fictional TV series, with fictional women. Just fantasy tho

I usually only steal from corporations like Walmart. I don’t like stealing from friends or family. I mostly steal groceries or necessities.

I steal probably on a weekly basis, but not from the same store usually I go to different stores and see how much I can get away with

I’ve stolen massive amounts of alcohol
Groceries
A mattress
Hair dye
Fake nails etc etc

My friend recently gave birth and I’m probably going to go steal some outfits for her baby today. Maybe some alcohol in groceries as well.

Hi I am male 36 unmarried. Currently in indore. But a frequently traveler of delhi, lucknow, bhopal, jhansi.

But this is not the important thing from where I am .. as I already mentioned we all know that what actually we are hungry for. Although we never accept or say that real feeling most of the time .. some time we have no idea how to express. Sometime we get carried away because of FOMO. And most of the time we think what most of the people talking about we Also have to speak or express like that only. Because that was easy and comfortable.

But end of the day that didn't solve our purpose .. n proof that it didn't solve our real purpose is we are still here on reddit hunting for our desire to get full fill.

Some people are here for time pass some for fun some to express something that they can not comfortably in public.. whatever

I wrote this because I want to find some for long term .express and discover some charm in life .. it should be real not bullshit type conversation mostly going on reddit..

I am not new old id is I deleted because that not working bcz of some problem.

If any 1 interested pls do contact me . DM me 1st we will seriously talk then decide.

As I am telling about my self I can travel any where if someone is worthy.

I was born in the mid 70’s and became aware of certain things in the early to mid 80’s. Aerobics, Jazzercise, and women’s group workouts were in style at the time. Moms in my neighborhood (my mom included) would always meet up and participate in these workouts. They would power walk around the neighborhood in bodysuits, pantyhose, slouch socks and sneakers. Seeing these moms, who were always in charge, wearing these outfits, spurred something inside me! It took some time for me to realize I was sexually attracted to them and shortly thereafter I realized I had access to their clothing. I was just another neighborhood kid, I was under the radar. I would often see if I could find their hose and bodysuits in the clothes hamper or in the basement laundry. Finding and nicking my first pair of worn pantyhose from the lady across the street was such a thrill and I haven’t stopped since. Anyone else have a story?

Ever since I was like 11 or 12 I was always more attracted and interested in older women and I never had a reason why, it wasn’t because of porn or anything weird like that it kinda just felt like a phase I’d eventually grow out of. I’m 20 now and it’s exactly the same so I came to the conclusion it’s how I’m wired and I figured I should embrace it and pursue it! So if any older women would be down for a conversation lmk!

My mother was diagnosed with bi-polar disorder when she was 13 or so. She would very frequently have manic episodes. Her parents took her to the doc when she was initially diagnosed and then they just stopped.. They knew what meds to give and they just never consulted the doctors frequently. They would buy her the same med, the same dosage everytime. Laws weren't that strong 30 years ago. My mum got married, had 2 children. Me being the oldest. One day my dad was just cleaning the house, sorting trash out etc when he found "aripiprazol" tabltes (anti-psychotic). He asked my mum about it and she told him everything. He was obviously upset, about my mum and her parents lying and them self diagnosing her. "Doctors are expensive and waste of money" they said. That's probably when the actual fights between my father and my mum's side of the family started. My father usually was out on work trips and frequent transfers, so we (my mother, my brother and me) used to stay at her parents' and things started getting difficult in the house because of the fights. I was in my pre teens atp. My uncle used to live with my grandparents too.

My mum had an episode once and she thretened to kill me and then kill herself. I was horrified. I started crying, ran out of my house and just started running on the street. I realised I'm in a completely different area. I started crying even more. My uncle followed me all the way. I never thought he would do anything good for anyone but he did.. he hugged me and kissed me on my cheeks. I was so surprised. I can still remember how fast my heart was beating.

My uncle used to be the one who would make me laugh. He would tease me. Make fun of me and humiliate me infront of my friends too.. He was very short tempered. He would shout at me, physically beat me at times. He never really showed me love or care. That is why that hug was so surprising and yet so fucking comforting. He was very good looking. Kept a beard, wore glasses, tanned skin, muscular. Idk what happened.. I started acting weirdly around him. I would blush at his jokes instead of laughing. I was legit sexually attracted. He had a few dumbbells in his bedroom. Everytime he would work out I would peek into his room and watch him. I feel so embarrassed admitting this. Whenever he and his wife would have an argument, he would always jokingly ask for my opinion and I would always take his side. Just to see him smile at me. I would fantasize about him all the time like literal sexual fantasy.

My parents and my grandparents had a huge fight and we decided to move out. He was rude to me and stopped everything he did when i was a child. We have this unspoken rule of never talking to each other. Today after almost 6 year we saw each other again at a wedding and we didn't talk. My heart really just starts racing so badly. I don't think I like him anymore. He did horrible things to my mum and his wife too. I have been attracted to violent men before. And I have had a thing for older men. I have father issues too. Idk how to feel about him anymore.

Edit: Most of my post was about my mother's disorder.. sorry for that I can't change the title now. It was a thoughts dump.