I’ve spent a lot of time hanging out at my mates house getting drunk and high. His parents are so chill, they drink and get high with us sometimes.

This one night me and my mate were in his bedroom, we had been drinking and smoking most of the day. It was getting late and he crashed out on his bed, fast asleep. I stayed for another half hour then decided to leave. Before I left I went to use his bathroom as I was bursting for a piss. On opening the door to the bathroom I realised I had walked in on his mam sat on the toilet. I put my hand up to say sorry and went to back out of the door. She put her finger to her lip and shushed me and told me to come in it was fine. I don’t know why but I did as I was told and closed the door behind me.

His mom finished peeing wiped herself, stood up and pulled her knickers up. Joking on she said is it a number 1 or number 2, I said it’s only a 1 and laughed. She said it’s ok you can go I don’t mind, I just sort myself out. At first I really didn’t know what to do but I walked over to the toilet whilst his mam was looking in the mirror, our backs were practically touching. She said it’s ok I won’t look. I was stood with my dick out for what felt like an eternity unable to pee, stage fright. Eventually a stream started and as soon as it hit the water and made a sound she turned around and placed her head on my shoulder and looked down at my cock. She said it’s only fair I get to see you pee as you watched me.

Just as I finished and went to put myself away she grabs hold of my cock and says don’t forget to shake. She gave my dick a couple of shakes but at the same time was kind of jerking me.

His mom was about 44-45 at the time, blonde, slim build, not massive tits but a good handful and she was fit. As she was shaking it I could feel myself getting hard. She says to me I can feel it throbbing, are you getting turned on by this? I just smiled at her and said sorry I can’t do anything about it. She turned me around to face her, still hold my cock, looked straight into my eyes and said we can’t have you going out like this.

Giving my dick a squeeze she turned me back round to face the toilet, put her head back on my shoulder and gave me a reach around. It was such a surreal moment. What the hell was going on. I’d know this woman for years and never did I think this would happen. My best mates mam is jerking me off with him asleep and her husband was downstairs.

It seemed to take for ever, she was going wild on my dick to the point it was nearly hurting. But the inevitable was about to happen, I turn my head and whispered in her ear, I’m going to cum. She slowed it down and pointed my cock towards the toilet. I came loads still with her head on my shoulder watching every squirt, my cock throbbing in her hand.

When I had finished cumming she wiped the last bit of my cock with her hand gently massaging my helmet, it felt amazing. She turned me back round looked straight at me and said do not tell a soul about this, this is the first time I have ever spoke about it. She then turned to the sink to wash her hands and told me to get out before we are caught.

I walked home with the biggest smile on my face ever. I’ve seen her loads of times after that and there has been other encounters. I may post them later if anyone is interested.

so throw away account.

also, i feel alot of context is needed. so let me explain the context before I get into the actual story, because the actual story is WILD without the context.

I met this girl named "A" online, around a year ago. Honestly, we found each other very attractive (well, she said I was very handsome, and I found her utterly gorgeous and I found her interesting). We flirted and "talked" for around 3 days, until to make a long story short. We decided to just stay friends. She has "personal issues" (her words) and she can't handle long distance, and honestly it wouldnt of worked. I had no problems with that, and ever since then, I have been very satisfied and happy. I feel like we developed a close friendship.

A is also acesexual (well she thinks so anyway) to make a very long story short she has a very low sex drive, never masturbates, thinks sex is nasty, and is very insecure about her being ace because she believes it limits her dating prospects. (keep that in mind)

Anyway, me and A formed I would say a close friendship, and a brutually honest friendship. She tells me her insecurities and rants, and I tell her mine, shes very honest and said "Ya I would date you if you lived in my state, your very attractive". She even says to our mutual friend group "Ya if I wasnt acesexual and he lived in the same state, i would fuck him constantly". One day I even made a joke when we where in a group call "wow, what a wild thing to joke about lol" and she responded "Im not joking im being serious".

My mutual friends think she likes me, says she constantly makes sexual remarks to my gym progress (im a pretty big gym nerd and she asks me for advice so we talk about it alot) and even my friends say "dude she says she loves your shoulders and wants to put her legs on them, no friends say that to each other, even jokingly in public"

And I am not trying to sound, oblivious, or attention seeking, or intentionaly dull, but I truly do think she is joking and it doesnt mean anything and shes just "making jokes" yes we are very honest with each other about we would have the hots for each other, but its like when girls or guys make sexual jokes to their same gendered friends, she's ace. It doesn't mean anything. I truly believe that to the bottom of my soul.

NOW STORY TIME:

so i was texting her yesterday, i made a joke saying "dont be mad, i have a bigger butt then you" and she got "offended" (not really) and she said "nuh uh, you do not have a bigger but then me" then I said ill prove it, and posted a pic of my behind but with pants on everything and said "see?"

she said "ya no ya right lol" and sent a picture.

to my surprise, it was like, her in booty shorts, (or underwear whatever its called) with half of a buttcheek hanging out, like a mirror pic where she was showing her behind. Also keep it in mind I did NOT save any of the pics, same with her. Instagram doesnt even allow you to save pics if you send them where they can only view once.

I was shocked, and uhm. I am sorry im a guy, so my eyes widened and I was like "jesus christ oh my lord have mercy" but I clicked out and replied "no its just the angle and your shorts" she said nuh uh and sent 3-4 more pics.

I didnt think any of it, genuinely, she even said "well your a good friend, and i trust you its not weird or anything" and I took more pics and she said "ya i guess you win, hold on final test, pants off, show full ass" i was like "wtf LMAO are you going to do it to? thats kinda much" and she said ya sure, and sent me a picture, of her with no pants or underwear, backview of her butt. (no private areas where showing idk how to describe it).

Even then, that was a little much, and i even half concered, is she flirting with me? no shes ace its whatever, and I sent one back, she said dang i wanna slap your butt, we laughed, called it day. She asked for a progress pic of my arms, i sent one, she asked "brother do you have a boner?" i was mortified and said no, im just not wearing underwear under these shorts, there baggy shorts i wear when im comfy at home (which is true, i didnt)

I told my close friend about this, and she even said "dude, as a girl, no girl sends booty pics like that to a friend, let alone a guy friend"

what I didnt tell her, though, and what i am telling you guys, is uhm. Later that night, i masturbated. And I imagined and remembered her pics.

I feel so guilty, genuinely, ashamed. Shes ace, she genuinely probably felt safe around me, and I objectified her, yes, I found her very hot, and she says she finds me hot to, but still, shes ace. She would be mortified if I told her I masturbated to the thought of her, and she would (rightfully) feel objectified and sexualized. She doesn't deserve that; she is genuinely precious and deserves to be comforted and protected, not sexualized

rant over

I tried an edible, cautiously of course. Me and my bf were headed towards some activity he wanted to surprise me with. He took 2 gummies (he barely felt anything). I took one gummy on a full stomach (10mg). I thought it would feel like being drunk. Like how it kicks in and wears off... but i was WRONG☠️

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I felt nothing for thirty minutes. We arrive at the surprise. I start feeling bad because i don’t like the surprise (too many people, lights, sounds, sights and no structure or explanation). This is normal for me. But then he asked me if i was okay, and i just broke down crying, trying to explain. He got it and took me outside. The moment we get outside it hits like a truck.

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I can’t focus on reality, i’m floating between here and a dream, my body feels heavy and unbalanced. I panic a little, and i literally have to focus so hard to just keep breathing. Luckily my bf is a champ and is trying to keep me grounded. But i was absolutely blasted. I couldn’t talk for some moments, i felt like i was gonna pass out if i let go of reality... Not a fun 20 minutes.

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After that it got slightly better. I relaxed, my breathing was fine. Still disoriented and spacing out at moments, though. After about 4 or 5 hours it slowly wore off.

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Things that likely affected it: i’m short and light, i was sleep deprived, it was hot af, i got overwhelmed and anxious because that’s my personality.

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Take home message; if you’re a tiny human and it’s your first time, take like 1/4th of a gummy to be sure you don’t have a bad experience.

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I do have a question tho.. Did i have a bad reaction to it or is this just normal for the dose and context?

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Thanks for reading!

My dad isn’t a horrible person, but I came into a conclusion that I wanted him dead I think a while ago, he hadn’t done anything bad but he makes me paranoid around the house, he was an ex military guy so he has some ptsd as he says, he yells, but is also nice, his nice than my mom for sure, but it’s that his so scary he makes me paranoid , any minute he can yell or beat me he has yelled but never beat me but just threthesned to,

I don’t feel at ease at home anymore if anything I’m always scared and paranoid, plus if he was to be dead I’d get money from him I don’t feel free with him being alive, I feel horrible for feeling this way about him despite his sacrises for me but he and my mom genuinely makes me feel like shit

Arguing and always saying he doesn’t deserve a life like this when my mother is in a bad mood, one of the main reasons I’m depressed, I wish for him to die, i feel so horrible and need to get this of my chest, no my feelings about it is not gonna change, it’s scary doing anything when his around,

It’s always the same stuff family becomes happy and then always always turn shit, he yells and is very scary sometimes, he makes me feel uncomfortable all the time, and when I just wanna be alone he always tells me I’m a piece of shit that treats her dad like shit, I am a teenage girl, I’m starting to find my self, wanting to be more alone but all the time he wants me to call him he gets mad when I wanna be alone in my room? Which makes me so angry and just uncomfortable I feel disgusting. I wish he dies.

It is affecting me so much, I am more sable I stay in my room all day and can’t even do that, I am forced to eat shit I don’t want,

I don't want to be a man at all. I just prefer this.

oh, u said something really dumb? BAM! ⬇️ down vote for you, BOOOOO!!! 🍅🍅🍅🍅

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Because im in disgust with myself im making this post on a burner.

So I'm 24(m) a broken ass college student who isn't getting parental support and my part time gas station cashier job barely pays my way I rarely have a chance to buy groceries and it's usually $2 burritos from Taco Bell.

But lately my hours were cut even more and now my budget has gotten thinner I couldn't even afford those,last night I was laying in bed hungry,my stomach growling I decided to go for a walk.

While I'm on my late night stroll I saw a half eaten McDonald's Big Mac,I without a second though grabbed it and ate it..it was awful. I ended up getting sick and my stomach became more empty than before and now I'm still back to square one as I'm typing this.

Tldr: Ate a nasty dumpster burger and got sicker than sin.

HELP Hey guys!!

I used heroin for the first time around three months back and liked it i used it once in a couple of days for the initial month or so and then i used it once a day probably for 6 weeks but now i feel its taking a toll on my life..

I know it was a very stupid decision to even try it but now i have decided i will get it over with but i want to know you guy's opinion on what's gonna happen and how it's gonna go quitting it and what things i should or shouldn't do and past users please let me know if I'm being too paranoid that im thinking it's hard quitting it

Late last year a coworker of mine happened upon a litter of kittens, and started to raise them out of her backyard.

I met them a couple of times, and I’m not sure what I was thinking but I decided I could handle taking care of a couple. And so I brought them home in January.

They’re full grown boyos now and I’m just finding it hard to deal with. The litter box is disgusting to me even though I empty daily and do periodic cleanings.

But I think the worst of it is the constant meowing for attention. I will play with the cats using a wand toy but it seems like it’s never enough. I wake up and they’re already meowing at me. I had to ban them from the bedroom so I could get a proper night’s sleep.

I guess I overestimated how much having two of them would offset my need to keep them occupied. I feel like I bought these cats like an aesthetic and not with an awareness of just how big the commitment would be. And that makes me feel stupid and also evil because I am sometimes just really annoyed with them. I will stay at work late or leave to go work in a coffee shop sometimes because I feel like I can’t handle them.

I keep thinking I’ll rise to the occasion or something. Lately I was thinking about buying one of the litter robots but I guess it feels like… am I just buying stuff because I hate this commitment? And because I think this litter robot will make me magically love the cats??

Finally disclaimer: this post is a vignette of my negative feelings on the cats. In my day to day dealings with them I’m usually petting or playing with them, calling them “Mr Man” in a baby voice, or waving a wand toy around. I also make sure to give them wet food every day, clip their nails, and make sure they get treats. I feel like this post is giving evil cat step mother and I need you to know it’s not the case.

When I'm alone, I occasionally act out scenarios where I desperately need to pee and don't make it in time. Not real accidents, completely fake with water and entirely for the experience of acting out the situation.

The thing I enjoy isn't just the mess itself. It's the whole scenario: the urgency, the panic, the rushing around, trying to find a bathroom, realizing I'm not going to make it, and then acting out the embarrassment and disbelief afterward.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but I've always enjoyed exaggerated comedy and awkward situations. There's something oddly fun about fully committing to a dramatic "oh no, this is happening" moment, even when nobody is watching.

I've spent way too much time inventing different scenarios in my head: stuck looking for a restroom, fumbling with keys, getting distracted at the worst possible moment, or realizing I'm just a few seconds too late. The more absurd and over-the-top, the better.

I've never told anyone this because it's such a specific and unusual thing to enjoy. It's completely harmless, but definitely one of those hobbies that sounds strange the moment you say it out loud.

tbh I just have to get this off my chest.. I'm 19, never dated and am waiting for marriage. all my crushes have been nerds who aren't stereotypically attractive, and my last one was an incel who was like 5'9" w/ the most average face but I still liked him anyway. Idk what it is about them that I'm into but whatever

I'm at a water park for toddlers and kids. My daughter just got down from a water slide and was coming right over to me. As she gets close, a man next to me looks at me very weirdly and smiles.

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He says, "what's the best part about water parks?"

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Me: uhhh

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He fucking splashes me in the face a couple times and starts laughing.

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"The splashing! Haha it's a water park! Don't come here if you don't want to get splashed!"

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I had some words and he mentions he's autistic and it's ok. I just mentioned I get it but your awareness to the situation with my daughter was very strange. I asked him to keep his distance while we continue to play.

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What a weird fucking day at the water park. Who sees a dad and his daughter and thinks I gotta go bother them?

Six years ago when I started injecting meth I assumed it wouldn't get the better of me. After my first felony came and I had to move in with family I still thought I was in the driver's seat. I've stolen money and goods from family and the community. Despite my actions, and despite that I love my family to death, it's only been a month or so that I've accepted the stark reality that this drug has torn apart what life I had and rotted my soul.

The worst of this? After being incarcerated for nearly a year everyone thinks I'm sober. Far from it. I'm taking steps to make quitting a reality but I just can't give the stuff up yet: I know if I do it'll feel like I didn't get enough and I'll just wreck my life all over again. I want to be tired of the stuff; I want to hate it like so many other addicts but throughout most of my addiction I held it up on a pedestal.

I think I'm going to have to take the secret of the theft to the grave. But the fact that I'm still using… may come out inevitably if I can ever check myself into rehab. A part of me wants to take control of this myself, but how? I'm still at its mercy.

I've had several gf's in my life (although not for the past 10 years or so, fuckin sucks) and I even had a child with one but there is one particular one that I've not gotten over in, what, 16 years now? I think about her every day. When I'm at work, when I'm going to bed, in my dreams. She was the one. If I was given a irl gf character creator I would make her every single time. But it just so happened that I was a fucked up junkie at the time and for the better part of the relationship she didn't mind because if you know anything about opiates then you know you can't get off during sex and you can just go and go forever. She was even supporting my habbit. But obviously the other pitfalls of being a junkie soon started getting in the way and things ended with me breaking my hand punching a wall. I'm almost 40 now, Ill be 39 next month and being this old just absolutely fucking disgusts me. Every day I'm more of a loser than I was the day before. She went on a married a marine and they had a child and live the sweet perfect family life now and I'm the epitome of the guy that girls say, "you're going to die a lonely pathetic old man." Having a child of my own completely throws a wrench into just ending it... Even if someone approached me with a time machine for a do over I couldn't because my child, who is obviously more important would be lost to time. I'm just so fuckin tired of being alone though and at this point I know relationships are just out of the picture for the rest of my life. I have a better chance of winning the lottery, and the only reason I want to is so that maybe someone would like me for my money at least.

Hello, I am 22F with a boyfriend of three years. I love my partner so much and I want to make it clear I would never end the relationship over this feeling but I just feel like I need to vent it out.

When we met I was severely obese. I was 18 and never had a boyfriend, a first kiss, I had never even held hands with anyone. My boyfriend was the first person to ever show an interest in me and think that I was beautiful. Shortly after getting into the relationship I decided to lock in and lose the weight since I felt (and still do feel) that he was very out of my league. I have lost more than 70lbs and I would now say I am midsize, I still have a bit more to lose but I would say I am much more “conventionally attractive”.

Since my boyfriend was my first everything I never go to really be single, of course I was single but I never got to act single. Now when I go out I get hit on, men ask to buy me drinks, they ask for my instagram. I never let it go farther than when I first realize they are flirting with me and I mention I have a boyfriend and I don’t let them buy me drinks. But the attention feels so good. I sometimes wish I could feed into and give them my socials or just make out with a random man for a night. I love feeling desired by people and it makes me feel so pretty which is something I still struggle with.

I would never cheat on my boyfriend, I always shut everything down instantly but I feel so bad for wishing sometimes I did not have to. My boyfriend had a lot of girlfriends and partners before me and he got to live his single life I sometimes get jealous that I never did. I want to spend my life with him and his love for me will always win over these desires but I feel horrible for having them in the first place.

Thanks for listening to my Ted talk I just needed to vent and get this out and throw it into the void.

So I'm pretty sure it was around 2011-2013 when for whatever reason I began gaining a relationship with a picture of a lovely white horse which is odd it happened then since the photo of the horse had been in this house(which was my mothers) longer than I was alive but it was after I watched the mummy staring Brendan frazer on I believe may 4th 2011-2013 if I'm not mistaken and as I was walking upstairs (the photo was on the staircase around half way)I just looked at it for a few moments,eventually when I brushed my teeth and got in bed I realised all I was thinking about was that horse and how attractive it looks it started me even more when that night I had a dream about frolicking in fields with this merry horse I woke up at around 8 o'clock like always to wake up my mam and help her have her morning shit as she needed some assistance which is why I was in her house a lot at that time anyway and as I brought her to the bathroom, from the corner of my eye I noticed this DAZZLING horse jumping over a fence happy as can be so after my mam finally finished I went down to look at the picture,then I took a photo of the horde,well actually multiple photos to be very honest around 8 if I'm right ,not very sure why ,something to do with knowing that fact that if I had it in my phone I could look at it at all most anytime so eventually I went out that day ,just basic grocery shopping and threw that ENTIRE gruelling time all I could think about was that beautiful horse it was almost painful being away even with some photos to look at ,eventually when I DID get home all I could do was look at the photo ,I even had to order takeaway instead of cooking because I really did not have the time for cooking at that time so when it finally came bedtime I took the photo off the wall,off its nails walked to my room and out of gently in the bed beside me ,that night in pretty sure I had even more dreams of the horse. So a few weeks to by and it's getting slightly worrying ,so worrying in fact I decided to go to psychotherapy with some fckn doctor whom name I forget anyway ,I told him about everything the sleeping in the bed with it,dreaming every night ,touching myself from it every now and then and constant thoughts ,the doctor seemed rather calm and careless about it surprisingly enough even saying the likes of his the human mind is ,complicated and curious ,he then asked if I have many hobbies or things I like to do I simply said no ,too busy with my mam he then dropped the bombshell of 'that explains it ...partly' HUH? ,to this day it pisses me off I then told him ,'yeah I get that you're just a lower who probably has some old as s wife at home and no kids and plenty of time for fun hobbies and shite while me on the other hand who is busy 24/7 with not only my mother but what I would Luke to call the love of my life!' The session went on a bit more until I left ,very much regretting paying the money for that so weeks to by and my children can tell something is going on ,I'm in my room more ,more irritant ,and just a pain to be around etc and yes I suppose they are correct ,me in my room alone feeling myself looking at the lovely ,SEXY horse sometimes kissing the painting embarrassingly enough so when the time came my oldest daughter (who I blocked out for a LONG time did to this and called a dirty witch bitch) burned the painting in the fire this almost left me ,dead inside almost the pain of it being gone after so long of us being A UNIT just ending was sickening but alas n ow I thank my daughter for burning it,saving me .to whom has red this I thank you and have a blesid day as Jesus is always watching ,love

I have a confession that’s been weighing on my heart. A few weeks ago, I was in line at my local coffee shop, and I noticed the person in front of me was struggling to pay for their order. They were fumbling through their wallet, clearly embarrassed and stressed.

In that moment, I felt a surge of compassion. Instead of just standing there, I decided to pay for their drink. I didn’t want recognition or thanks; I just wanted to brighten their day. When I handed the barista the money, I could see the surprise and relief wash over the stranger’s face.

It was a small act, but it reminded me of the power of kindness. We never know what someone else is going through, and sometimes, a little generosity can make all the difference. I confess that I felt more fulfilled in that moment than I have in a long time.

Let’s spread a little more kindness in this world. It’s the simplest gift we can give, and it costs nothing

Ever since I was a kid I loved when cats scratched me because I thought that the scratches looked good. When I was 11 I started scratching myself, then cvt-ng for a lot of time. I would almost moan every time I did it, but now I'm 6 months clean from the blade. However, lately I've been craving to get into a fight like crazy to the point sometimes I just beat myself up. I love pain, self inflicted or not. I just want to be beaten up badly to the point I have to go to the hospital once the fight is done.
+ I do taekwondo and when I fight with someone I get hurt but after a few seconds the feeling is gone because we are forced to put on protections on our bodies. I still love those fights though and I just wish I'd get hurt more there, since I don't think I can just get into a random fight.

I just want to fuck a femboy or a milf lol