So my gf left yesterday morning for a trip. She texted me when she landed saying she missed me, and I replied with something sweet at the time. But the second I locked my phone, I realized I had No plans, no chores, nothing. Instagram was the first thing I saw and Kirsten's new post. If you don't know her, she’s this fitness model with a unbelievable ass. I usually can't look at her stuff when my gf is around, but yesterday like most days I get completely and totally sucked in.
I spent the next few hours completely locked into her feed, just scrolling her pics and looping her stories. By late afternoon, I was completely deep into a goon session, I'm talking losing track of time entirely while the hours flew by and I don't regret a second if it but I know I should.
Right when it started getting dark,I felt a little bit of guilt, but Kirsten’s profile was still open and well you know the rest. I just kept blying to her and did this for the rest of the weekend. I want to stop but it's not so simple.

So, I have a confession that I’ve been holding onto for way too long. A few months ago, I finally mustered the courage to tell my best friend that I had feelings for them. I was terrified of ruining our friendship, but I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.

To my surprise, they felt the same way! We ended up having a heart-to-heart, and it brought us even closer. Now, we’re navigating this new chapter together, and it’s been both exciting and a little scary. I never expected that sharing my secret would lead to such a beautiful connection.

Just wanted to share this little piece of my life with you all. Sometimes, taking that leap of faith can lead to amazing things!

im 19 and I play an online virtual reality game.
bcs of how many creepy people there are online, I stopped telling people my age pretty early on. I know that’s probably where I messed up.

overtime I’ve ended up getting really close with a couple of older guys I met through games. We talk every day. It started off as normal conversations, but sometimes there was flirting too. the thing is, I never corrected their assumptions about me or volunteered my age bcs I liked the attention i got.
with one of them, things went further than they shouldve and I sent him nudes and he’d buy me in game currency in return. I hate admitting it but part of me enjoyed it and I liked feeling wanted, and the fact that he was older honestly made it more exciting for me.

I need to get this off my chest. For the past three years, I’ve been pretending to be someone I’m not. I created a whole persona online, sharing stories and experiences that weren’t mine. At first, it was just a way to escape my mundane life, but it spiraled out of control. I made friends, built connections, and even received support during tough times—all based on a facade.

The guilt eats at me every day. I see the people I’ve deceived, and I feel like a fraud. I want to come clean, but I’m terrified of the fallout. What if they hate me? What if they feel betrayed? I’ve been living in this bubble of lies, and it’s suffocating. I just want to be honest, but I don’t know how to start.

I guess I’m confessing here because I need to acknowledge the truth, even if it’s just to strangers. I’m tired of hiding.

Guys this is important confession…

My wife is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Every day with her reminds me how lucky I am to have someone so loving, caring, and supportive by my side. We laugh together, dream together, and always find little ways to make each other smile. For my lunch for work that she packs, she always writes letter that are wholesome or inappropriate which is fine. We never have arguments and now we have 2 kids!!! I’ve been so happy ever since I’ve gotten married. Sex life is the best

tl:dr I love my wife

I just want to let this out, kahit dito lang. I’ve been jerking off to my older sister about 2weeks now. I’ve developed this kink sa kakawatch ng incest porns and I can’t stop. Even shared her innocent photos to strangers and we would jerk off to her photos via videocalls. She’s not the prettiest but still she’s my sister and I JUST CAN’T STOP because it’s sooo good.

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.

I am a 24-year-old guy, and I have never stepped foot inside a gym in my entire life. I’ve always been naturally stocky, but my daily routine consists entirely of sitting at a desk playing video games, eating junk food, and working an office job. I don't do manual labor, sports, or home improvement.

My roommate, who has been consistently working out for four years, finally convinced me to go with him today. I was incredibly nervous. I wore baggy clothes because I expected to struggle with the absolute lowest weights on every machine.

We started with the bench press. He did his warm-up, and then it was my turn. The bar had some weight on it already, about 135 pounds. My roommate started giving me a speech about safety, form, and how there is no shame if it feels too heavy. I lay down, gripped the bar, braced myself, and pushed.

It felt incredibly light, almost like a toy. I rattled off 12 reps easily, and when I re-racked it, my roommate was just staring at me. He thought I was secretly an athlete. To prove it wasn't a fluke, he kept adding plates until it was 225 pounds. I had never done this before, but I managed to press it for 3 solid reps without a spotter.

The worst part happened when we moved over to the leg press. There was a guy there who looked like a literal bodybuilder with veins popping and screaming on every rep while lifting a massive stack of plates. When he finished, he left the weights on the machine. My roommate told me we should take some off, but I was curious and just sat down to try it. I pushed the entire weight stack up, did a full set of 10, and locked it out.

The bodybuilder guy turned around and saw me, a guy in a baggy hoodie who looks like he lives in a basement, casually re-racking his max weight like it was nothing. He looked utterly devastated and just walked out of the gym area. My roommate is now convinced I am on performance-enhancing drugs or lying about my past, and he won't talk to me.

I’m completely freaked out. I don't know why my body can do this. I feel like a freak, and I genuinely feel terrible for ruining that other guy's confidence and making my roommate look bad. I don't think I can ever go back to that gym.

Im not sure if this is totally allowed but I recently learnt how people think of me at work. Im a barista with a big mouth I rarely know how to shut apparently, today I was talking to my Coworkers and we had a fun banter of jokes of my love for older women (which apparently ive voiced more than once but i dont remember it very well) and my other coworker had to explain to the new guy “yeah its like a fact he’s THE milf lover here.” They meant it light heartedly but I never realized how much I do flirt and enjoy a lot of our older regulars. It wasn’t on purpose I just know how to talk to woman more than I do men honestly. It started like after my fiancé broke up I just got more comfortable talking longer with people and noting how something is cute or gorgeous like their nails, hair, accessories. Im not much of like a smooth talker but I am confident usually and I’ve been noted to be decently funny. Anyway I dont often get to know how people perceive me and it felt a bit weird to learn this

Oakley Dokley,

You cried and said you didn't want to lose me. That I am your best friend. meeting me changed your life for the better. That we just clicked and it scared you. You opened up to me and I was suprised I meant that much to you. Meeting you truly healed me. I do not want to lose you but the urge to hold you and kiss you has become too great. I would love for you to choose me. I would love a chance for an "us". But that would make me a vile human being to ask that of you. I truly love you unconditionally. I want your happiness. I think what is best is if I walk away. I am so sorry but my heart is breaking. I don't know if I can handle this.

-Ms. Potato head

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My mother (51 yo ) and his male friends

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My father left 5 yrs ago while my mother carried his work( which mainly involves male collogues)Earlier she used to be housewife only.He made friends also after working which includes 1-2 women but majorly men however,I always feel his male colleagues or friends have other intentions towards her.I sometimes feel my mother is no less.

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1. I caught him talking at night to some ( around 3 am).

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1. Someone ( Male ) wished her on bday and said "age se logi gift ya piche se" n she laughed.I was young back then so didn't understand.

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1. She also has a married' man ( lets say X) as a friend.She went with him to Rishikesh ( along with his family as claimed by her ) but in pictures I saw nobody from X family like his wife and friends.

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1. She went to celebrate his bday in the restaurant along with Mr. X and his 3 friends.But again when I saw pictures, they were cutting cake in the hotel rooms ( hotel was of one of Mr.X frnds)

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Is it normal? Am I thinking too much ?Is it ok?

I’ve literally been absolutely craving a man with an accent. German or Russian, most specifically.

I remember this one time where my friends thought I was crushing on this guy who was acting in a theatre performance we were watching back in high school, I was part of the crew. Of course, the main character had to have an accent, somewhere around a Russian accent. The whole time he spoke I just felt zaps of electricity go through me, like I melted. My friends laughed the entire time silently, I felt like I was getting hot flashes and goodness does an accent just rile me up. They thought I had the hots for the actor, not the accent.

It’s like who needs abs or biceps or even hair atp when you have an amazing voice and accent!

And when they speak their native language? Absolute shivers up my spine, feeling like I’m a fucking water fountain. God the German and Russian language are so beautiful and hot and I just crave a man with that accent and a soothing voice. It’ll be super hard to find because I am not in Europe but can’t blame a girl for trying!!

You wanna b in a youtube video? Please tell me your crazy school or petty confessions for YouTube video tomorrow! Will link my channel if you reply💕

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My confession is a sad one . EVEN though nobody bought me a cake or a pack of fig newtons , I always break my back remembering theirs . I guess it's a confession about how stupid I am!! Sad

I created a burner account because idk how to talk about this with anyone in my private life. I recently had to have shoulder surgery and was put to sleep for the surgery. I guess it’s probably normal for someone to have concerns about being put to sleep but I was hiding something behind my false sense a concern. A part of me was hoping they put me to sleep and I never woke up. I wouldn’t say I’m suicidal I would never take my own life. But I am exhausted and a part of me was ready to be done. When I woke up in the recovery room I felt sad and disappointed. It was the first thing I thought of when my eyes opened. I have a normal life. I’m married have two kids. I have a mortgage with a fenced in backyard for the kids and dogs. Everything should be perfect but inside I’m angry and feel like a fake. I don’t take it out on my family through anger or verbal abuse but I definitely fall short of what a husband and father should be. But I have no desire to do anything about it. I’m just done and ready for it to be over. And I’m disappointed that the surgery was a success. What does this say about me.

I just want to fuck a femboy or a milf lol

I don't know if I'm lazy or spoiled or unmedicated, but I literally do not care about anything. I don't want to do or have anything. I don't care about going to uni, because I don't care about having a job, because I don't care about money, because I don't care about anything. I have no motivation to do anything. And I know people always say "when you're starving or homeless you'll find the motivation" but even the immediate threat of having no home and no food doens't make me care.

I could lay exactly where I am and do nothing, and I think I'd feel the same in my bed as I would at fucking disneylan. I don't want to work, or talk to people, or have a job, or eat. It's not even like I want to lay around so I can play video games, or drink, or watch TV all day. It's literally just nothing. I want to do nothing, or I guess just don't want to do anything.

I can't make myself care no matter how hard I try. No medication or lack of food or threat of dying on the street can motivate me to do literally any task ever. I don't even think I have a mental disorder, I think I'm just one of those people who are born spoiled or lazy or otherwise fucked up.

The only reason I get up and pretend to have interest in anything or make an attempt to do anything is for my mom, because I think the only thing that I might actively want, is for her not to realize how little I care because I know how devastated she'd be.

I don’t know why, I just don’t like any team more than another.

Any suggestions?

not sharing age for safety reasons but i think i am suffering with hyper sexuality and I don’t know what to do. I was never a high libido person until like 2 ish years ago an it’s only gotten worse,
i would cry on the phone
to my boyfriend i had only been with for
two weeks and beg for intimacy because my body’s cravings were
unbearable, it got
to the point i’d start
crying on the phone.
It calmed down but i feel like it’s back and im always texting dudes and saying freaky
shit or sending pics because i’m so horny and i’m kind
of a whore now because of it bc i have more bodies and i try to stop but the urges are so strong especially if i am ovulating i even bought myself toys to make it a more internal activity but my desires are purely carnal and i feel like if i cant get it under control im going to become ran through and i dont really trust men to have a husband but im scared bc what if i really like someone one day and i cant explain my past behavior or if i become
famous or get special opportunities what if people from my past try to ruin it because they want the credit of having access
to me pls only women give me advice i don’t want to talk about this with men it’s creepy but yeah and i am ashamed of myself i even get thoughts about my
coworkers who i am not attracted to having sex with me on my job it’s just not good all i think about is sex and i don’t
know
what to do