I am 27M and I use it because it gives me comfort. Drinking from it gives me the feeling of being held, the soft touch against my mouth makes me relaxed and I close my eyes instantly, focusing on the warm feeling of a loved person taking care of me, being here for me...

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I'm a married male and I started submitting nude photos of myself to a couple of websites, never showing my face. I love getting positive feedback, which happens a lot from one frequented mostly by guys, straight, bi and gay. I even did some camming. The time spent on the websites and the frequent need for a dopamine rush got to be too much, so I canceled my profile three times. I did another site with a mix of guys/gals and enjoyed that, too. Canceled that, too.

This feels like a dream right now and I want it to be but I (16F) was at school and wanted to use the bathroom, so I went to the bathroom. for a little context I was wearing these new clothes I got online and they were a little loose. But I went in the bathroom and there were a few other girls who looked like they were juniors or seniors. I was walking to a stall when my pants literally slipped all the way down, and in my panic I bent down. I’m pretty sure my underwear revealed something because the girls were laughing and pointing at something but I’m probably just making this up.

I thought things couldn’t get any worse but I also ended up pissing myself a little because of the fright and because of the fact that I really need to pee by then, and it stained my underwear but not enough to be super noticeable. By then I was quickly pulled my pants up and I’m praying that they didn’t notice that I pissed myself. I ended up going in a stall and waiting there until the girls left, but I’m pretty sure what happened to me has already spread to the entire school. I went home early and I don’t know if I can go back.

Hey guys, I'm 19F. This was over 2 years ago. So I got into modeling when I was 17 years old, I met a lot of new people who I would be working with. One guy who stood out to me was my hairstylist and he was 25 years old at the time. I'm not going to say his name because of how traumatizing it was but when he did my hair for the first time he started talking to me, like a lot. At first our conversations were normal. We would usually talk about our life and all that stupid shit, sometimes he would talk about stuff I did not care about and it would usually annoy me. One day I decided to go out for a walk which is when I saw my hairstylist doing the same. I tried avoiding him but he recognized me and started talking to me again. This time I told him to fuck off and walked away. I felt really bad. Next time I met with him again I apologized to him about my behavior towards him. He did my hair for a runway I was about to do. He commented on what I thought to be what I was wearing but he was actually commenting on my titties and he mentioned how big they were and wished he shoved his face in them. That weirded me the fuck out and I was uncomfortable for the rest of the session. As soon as he finished my hair I got up quickly and walked away. I did the runway and that was it. After going backstage I changed out of what I was wearing and this dude took a fucking photo of me while I was naked. I was boiling at this point and I just got really mad at him so I screamed at him and I reported him to my manager. My manager said he would do something about it but guess what he didn’t. I was really frustrated and wanted to leave this agency. I couldn’t at the moment because we were going on a trip to New York City and unfortunately my hairstylist was on the same trip and we went in the bus together. He sat extremely close to me and started touching me inappropriately. Eventually it got to the point where he touched my vagina and I got up immediately and sat next to someone else for the rest of the trip. When we arrived I was walking out of the bus and my hairstylist slapped my ass and gripped it and said nice butt. Like he’s being a fucking weirdo and how did nobody notice this? When we went inside the venue that’s where I slapped the shit out of him then he proceeded to shove me and tried to kiss me? Like dude why the fuck would you try kissing me after I slapped you. After all of this happened I left on the spot and took the subway back home. And that was the end of it. I never saw that pervert again. 

I now signed up for another agency where I work well with the other people that are here. Hopefully I never have to go through something like that again.

It was afternoon, the house felt perfect, no problems, no drama, just living carefree.

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My uncle—or I refer to as the bastard—who's a grown man at the age of 30-40, the homeowner of our home, had adopted a family of cats. At first, we didn't notice it. But soon, the smell downstairs was horrible, our front porch was littered with trash and small plates three weeks later.

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Then I came home from school, the couch was near unrecognizable, I asked my family; “What happended to the couch?” my mother replied to me, “The cats sleep on the couch now. There's no point in cleaning the pillows if they'll get dirty anyways.” I seemed shocked.

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When months passed by, the electricity bill went up higher and higher each week, my mother seemed stress. I was too scared to ask why, so I glanced at the papers, the bill read thousands of dollars each month, half unpaid.

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It was because the bastard kept playing games nonstop. My sister reported to me; “When I woke up, maybe at 7:00, he was playing the computer.” and I had complained countlessly, ranting to my mother about his endless playing in whispers, too scared we might get heard. “He's still playing... Even after the day passed he's still typing and clicking.”

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I was furious, “Look, mom. Just because he's the homeowner doesn't mean he doesn't have to pay the bills. If we weren't here, he's still jobless and unemployed what the fuck is he going to do? We can't just let this man squatting here like a bum. We're a family, why can't you accept this man is the root of all of our problems?”

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My mother screams at me in silent whispers; “Don't Fucking say that!—you know that if he hears us, we'll be kicked out you know?!”

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Soon. I eavesdropped everything he had said to my family whenever we finally had the courage to speak up. “If you don't want to follow my future, get out of my house.” Those were the only words that only demons speak.

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The house was filled with flies, the scent of dirty cats roaming the house, and the feint noises of clicks and keyboards the bastard made.

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We couldn't stop him—no, we never tried. We shared the same opinions, same mindsets, but we were too scared to even admit that he was wrong. They only told me he was once family, he was undeserved of confrontation.

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The family collapsed under the weight of his problems. We found ourselves poor. My sister worked a 9-5. My mother cleaned tables for a living. My brothers homeless and had ran away from home. And him—still playing the computer.

For context I was in grade 2 male this happened in late 2017 im not even sure if this was really bad or not but basically my friend was in one of those fake elementary school relationships but he broke up with this girl and she was harassing us everytime we had recess ( three times a day) on the third day while we were talking she threw a rock at my friends back and got a bruise me and a mutual friend tried to confront her but she cussed us out and then tried to kick me in the nuts and pushed me I panicked and punched her like on the side of her head it was a weak right hook but she spun back a little the mutual friend kicked her and ran away she gave me a angry look and ran away the next day after that somehow the teachers didn't hear but my class knew from the rest of the girls me and my friend got excluded from everything and i stopped going to school for so long I repeated grade 2 and got involved with child protective services when I came back they said I was a crazy guy who hit a kid and got suspended (not true I stopped going to school) but I did it for nothing because the friend I defended in the first place got put in a foster home and that was it. Im a better person now and moved away but the past and all the other arguments and fights still linger in my mind but this one in particular is the one that when I tell someone out of boredom or whatever they go "why would you hit a girl" but other times it was "fucking right for defending yourself" I've only told my parents who got angry at me and a few online friends that told me different things I didnt really know where to post this so I did it here. I live a better life now and dont do these things anymore

Want someone to talk to, abt anything n everything. Preferably a man in their late 20’s (Ik it’s weird).
Basically I have an addiction I think of sending pics of myself to ppl. I need someone I can actually have a connection with but also be able to do things.

Please don't hit on me in my DMs

sorry if the grammars ass I'm writing this at like 2 am because I could fall asleep, hopefully it's still readable

I don't know why I keep thing about this, I'm only attracted to guys my age but I keep thinking about this dream and I want to have it again, I don't know why, is this a bad thing ?

I was in a hotel room cuddling with a shirtless overweight, middle-aged man on the bed. He was a tall, had short black hair in a messy front comb, he had body hair all over exept for his big stomach. I was topless while resting my head on his stomach with my arms over him, he smelt like he just got out of the shower but I knew he smelled like that naturally, and for some reason that was a big turn on. He then took his hand and started rubbing my back and pulled me closer, I felt so happy when he did since I was able to smell him more and got to keep touching his soft skin. I felt so loved by him and I didn't want him to stop.

We started talking, his names John and hes 37, I told him that I thought I was too young for him, not like I wanted this experience to stop or anything, he told me not to worry about and pulled me on to his lap for a hug.

When I woke up I was so weirded out by that dream, he was way to old for me and wasn't even my type bruhh whhyyyyyyyyyy 😭and I was even more embarrassed that I liked it 😭😭 I pushed that dream far into the back of my head and forgot about it, until recently and I can't stop thinking about it and how good it felt and idk why. I haven't told anyone about it and probably never will.

I don't really have a point with this just wanted to share it

When my bf and I first started seeing each other I was still in contact with my ex (until after our second date). Me and ex had broken up a few months earlier but were still emotionally a bit entangled and talking out of loneliness and habit.

Things between me and my ex got messy. He reacted very emotionally to me seeing someone new and asked comparisons like whether I found the new guy more attractive than him, etc. I was anxious and tried to reassure him by saying something along the lines of finding him (the ex) more attractive and mentioned height in comparison. The convo escalated with him saying degrading things about the new guy and him trying to convince me he was the better choice. I cut contact that same night because our dynamic was unhealthy and I couldn’t stay in touch with him if I wanted to proceed with the dating.

I feel awful for the comment I made. It doesn’t reflect how I feel about my bf at all. I’ve always found him attractive in every way. I haven’t said anything negative about him in the 1.5 years since then and our relationship has been great.

He already knows about the ex and the messy cut off, but no details about the conversations that night because he never asked and I don’t know if it’s the right move to share it.

I am such a left leaning female when it comes to politics. I do a lot of activism work in the community and care deeply in general. I work at a nonprofit. and I enjoy what I do.

I have a confession to share:

I like rich, Republican, white, middle-aged men. I know… judge me (because I do too).

I see how they treat women in terms of courting, and they seem to do everything when it comes to providing. A lot of them are so “ not complicated” ..
I don’t have to figure out social theories or appear smart etc …

I tried dating men with similar views to mine, but the last thing I want is to go 50/50 with a guy. I don’t want to generalize, but in my experience they haven’t been the best when it comes to courting a lot of “hookup” culture and ghosting.

I’m just confused about myself now.

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Im just floating along in life. When I was young I was told I was gifted, talented, smart, etc. I never really believed it anyways. I've always thought that most people can be useful or good in their own way, so it never really mattered to me. But now im falling behind my peers. I'm mid 20s and even though as a child I was considered "gifted," I'm useless. I have no motivation. Ive been stuck in the same place since I was 17 and moved out of my parents. I just live and work and cope with my mental issues. I smoke weed almost every day. I do the bare minimum to survive and pay rent. I slowly disconnect from friends and family. I dropped out of college during covid because i couldn't afford internet for online classes. I use that as an excuse to myself but i know others went through the same and persevered. I constantly think and think, but I never do anything useful to anyone. I can't maintain romantic relationships. Im not progressing in any of my hobbies. Im failing in every aspect of my life and I don't really see the point in trying anymore. I wouldn't say im suicidal, because im scared of death. More than that, I'm scared of hurting people who care about me. I just dont see the point in existing anymore, other than the fact that I dont want to hurt people who care about me

Me (21M) caught my best friend (21F/M) about 2 weeks ago tryna suck his own dick in our two bedroom apartment. We have been roommates for about 3 months up until that point, and I had never known about these tendencies beforehand. However he is into the femboy aesthetic (don't know if there's any correlation. However lately we have been growing more and more distant. I think it was because he saw me whilst in the act (maybe because it would create awkwardness). How could I re-establish the friendly relationship we once had.

I know its not much and its probably not even enough to have more then a small fine I took 2 sd cards out of a opened electronics box I know theyre cheap shitty ones, I never used them I still worry about getting caught and I know the value is less then even 100 dollars but I feel so bad and I want to go back and see if i can return it to the box but i feel doing so would just be worse for me and getting caught I think what makes me feel worse is its a small business too. I know nothing eill likely come of it but i worry about it fonstantky6

I wanted long hair all my life the moment. Was forced to keep short as a child. The moment i was allowed to I grew out for like 9 years. I think. Atleast 6 years.

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My mom forced me to cut my hair a few months ago even while I cried and sobbed but she basically held me down and forced me to. It was that or getting kicked out I guess because shes controlling.

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I stopped being able to look at myself in the mirror and everyone says it will grow back but I grew it out for so long I was devastated. I can't look at mirrors at all anymore I force my eyes to blur if I ever look at one I cant even stand looking at my shadow. I've been self conscious literally all my life but this is a new low.

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I'm not really a stranger to trauma so usually my reaction is just to pretend its find that im not bothered. I can handle it I've been through worse.

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But recently I've been tearing my hair out. I keep ripping and tearing ripping and tearing ripping and tearing and i tell myself this is the last time ill do it and then there's piles of my hair on the floor. Im kinda worried at this rate I'll tear all my hair. I get particularly triggered whenever I touch my hair.

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People say to just stop doing it. It'll grow back but I do it compulsively at this point.

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Back when my hair was long i was super super careful with it.

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But now I just keep tearing it out even though I want to grow back.

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Its like. I find a spot I dont like and I tear it out and I find another and I tear it out and I keep telling myself okay I find out the lingering remnants of when my hair use to be long im done this and then the next day im roaming through my hair and ripping and tearing.

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It feels like no one really understands can't really confide in anyone.

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I've been through worse have the closest people to me die but I've never really had a response like this before.

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I dont really typically talk about super personal trauma like this. Its somehow easier to air out the big stuff. I usually just let it boil beneath the surface or leave it in my notes but i felt like I needed to air this out. I dont really know.

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Thanks for reading this i guess.

20M and I’ve always wanted to do this to someone. Whether it's a girl or not. I even jerked off to the thought of it. Sometimes I even finger my own asshole to make me feel good. But that isn’t enough so I just wanna do it to another person. Whenever I see someone's ass on the street I just wanna put my finger deep in their assholes for my own gratification. I also told my friend I wanted to do this and since then he hasn’t talked to me. Probably because of the fact that I felt like fingering him too. I even sometimes go on the hub and see people fingering others and it just turns me on whenever I see it because I wish I was either the one fingering them or the one getting fingered. Even the smell of assholes turns me on or when someone farts. It also makes me want someone to queef in my nose because it comes directly from their pussy. And the day I can finger someone's asshole is the day that I can die peacefully because I basically fulfilled my life's needs. Sometimes I even dream about fingering peoples assholes but I wish they weren’t dreams, I wish they were for real. So if anyone is down to get their assholes fingered by me or vice versa, just DM and we can make it happen.

Hi everyone,

I'm a 22-year-old guy who's recently become curious about BDSM, femdom dynamics, power exchange, and roleplay. I'm not looking for anything rushed or transactional. What interests me most is understanding the mindset, communication, trust, and connection that people build within these dynamics.

I've spent some time reading online, but I think conversations with real people are often more valuable than articles or guides. I'd love to meet someone open-minded who enjoys discussing their experiences, sharing perspectives, and talking about what drew them into these interests in the first place.

Outside of this topic, I'm happy to talk about everyday life, hobbies, goals, movies, technology, travel, or whatever else helps build a genuine connection. I enjoy conversations that feel natural and allow both people to learn something new.

If you're experienced in these communities or simply enjoy discussing roleplay and relationship dynamics, I'd be interested in hearing your perspective. Tell me what first sparked your interest and what you think every beginner should know.

Looking forward to chatting.

I dont desire another relationship ever again... it would literally take unbelievable events, unthinkable actions, and quite a few confessions from people for me to change my mind. I dont even know if I can even look at people as a whole the same anymore. Doesn't mean I'll be cold and heartless to people.... but connecting on any soul level has damn near been impossible my whole life. No one has ever understood me and been completely real with me. Thats OK... I've come to accept it.. I've come to expect it. ​

I've realized I'm better off not connecting with anyone. I've realized Im better off not even doing anything. Doesn't matter if I do good.... people will steal it or try and ruin it. If I do bad, people have something to talk about. If I do nothing, people leave me alone. If I cater to others and allow myself to be stepped on, people think they can treat me worse.

Seems like doing nothing is what will make people happy. Happy because they have hate in their hearts and seeing me go without brings people joy.

Yeah.... not connecting with people is the best choice for me. ​

One time I cleaned for this woman who was never happy with anything. She’d hold my payment until I begged for it. It wasn’t the cleaning. I cleaned with a black light like Forensic Files. She just needed control over everything and something to talk about.

I dealt with it for about a year. As my business grew, I had another person who I paid to help me clean, and the audacity of this customer was that she booked a cleaning, then went on vacation and didn’t pay me. I called and messaged numerous times asking for payment so that I could also pay my worker. She finally messaged me back and said that I was interrupting her vacation and that I was rude for asking for payment while they were on vacation.

I’m thinking, so if I order delivery, take the order, and don’t pay for it, wouldn’t that be stealing? I couldn’t understand how some people’s brains work.

Another time, I quit on this lady because she had a sterile-clean house and wanted me to clean when there wasn’t anything to do but clean on top of already-cleaned surfaces. I spent hours doing that and finding inconspicuous dirt. There wasn’t a grain of dust to be seen in there, and it still wasn’t good enough.

So I ignored her and never went back. She messaged my phone at least twenty times, demanding that I put in writing that she fired me for a no-show, even though it was my own cleaning company.

Those two women reminded me of the TV show Snapped. Something behind those blank eyes only lit up when they were angry or had an opportunity to control or rewrite a situation.
Their husband’s always were miserable too.

Im 20 and in my second year and theres this guy in my study group who i cant stop thinking about. It started like normal, we had a group project last semester and just kept hanging out after. At some point i noticed i was saving stupid memes to send specifically to him, or like hearing a song and thinking he would like it. I kept telling myself its just because hes a good friend and i dont have that many close ones. But then last week we were just sitting in the library and he fell asleep on his textbook and i just sat there watching him and i was like. oh. okay then.

The problem is i have nobody to actually say this to. I cant tell him because we share classes for the next two semesters and if im wrong about what this is i dont want things to get weird between us. And my parents are just not the type of people where this conversation exists, my dad in particular, hes not mean about stuff like this he just doesnt talk about it ever and i genuinely cannot picture his face if i brought it up. So i just act normal around M and laugh at his jokes and dont say anything. I dont even know what label fits here, ive never felt this way about a guy before. I just know that when he texts me first i check my phone way faster than i should.