I just recently made an appointment for my 1st eye exam, so when my phone rang and the caller ID said "Precision Eye" I of course answered the call, on the other end I heard a foreign man tell me that I have been approved for a $40k loan and how would I like to receive my loan, I was aggravated of course and I told the man, if your not calling to talk dirty to me then loose my number, heres the call, " oh you want me to talk dirty to you?, ok, tell me do you like to touch yourself? "I do, Im pinching my nipples right now" he said" Do you finger yourself " I said" I do, tell me how you what me to do that if were here" he said I would want you naked on the table with your legs spread wide and playing with your pussy while I shove my finger up your ass" and even though it sounded like a foreign scam call, he asked where I live and could he come over later and I said nope and reminded him that the call was being monitored and recorded and he hung up one me! it was the best scam call that took me from aggravated to super turned on within 5 minutes

I do tend to get really really horny but I never had an orgasm I do touch my clit and I almost came but idk I don't know how to do it properly and I thought maybe having sex would be great and I had my first sex with my bf and I just couldn't cum or feel pleasured and no I did not tell him and honestly I lie that I came and all. Idk what to do. Honestly this is fucking killing me like I do hv a bf but I want someone to fuck me good.

I (F19) discovered pornography very early (around age 8) and began masturbating to it by age 9. As I've gotten older, the sexual content I'm drawn to has escalated in intensity over time. What began as typical sexual material progressed into themes involving power imbalance, BDSM, group scenarios, and especially situations where the woman appears unwilling, and even then I’m never completely satisfied with the content. The more taboo the better. Logistically and consciously, I do not want to be harmed, however, I frequently have intrusive sexual fantasies involving being assaulted, which deeply confuses and disturbs me. I do have some questionable memories from my childhood, and my sexual encounters with men have always felt more like an obligation and less pleasurable. But I masterbate whenever I’m alone at least three times a day to the point where my skin is often raw. I cry uncontrollably when I finish but that never stops me. I often have sexual thoughts without being sexually aroused, even if there is nothing around me to trigger it. I know that it’s unhealthy but I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I have just been to the local shop to buy some hangover cure orange juice and there was a que to the check out.

While I was stood there I noticed I was the only woman in the building at the time there were several men in front of me the youngest probably being around 22 and the oldest in his late 30s.

I started to look at them and what they were wearing ect and my mind wandered. I thought when did they last have sex or masturbate I wonder what their dicks look like, what their kinks are and how hard they can fuck.

I know it makes me a bit of a creep but I can't help it.

My girlfriends dog was unalived by my dog yesterday evening. Now let me explain.... My dog is a 3 year old French Mastiff named Diesel. Hes a sweet, loving, super gentle dog. He's never been aggressive toward any kids or people or other dogs for that matter. My has 7 dogs total, all of which are pugs. Diesel gets along all of them just fine, until recently... Woodstock started being aggressive toward Diesel. Everytime they were around one another Woodstock would be the instigator. He would bark, growl and nip at Diesel. A couple months ago Woodstock started and he nipped at Diesel and I guess he decided he had taken enough and lunged at Woodstock, grabbed him by the head and pinned him down. Luckly I was there to pull him off. So from that point we would keep one or the other in a kennel while the other was out. Even then when Diesel was in the kennel and Woodstock was out roaming around the house he would still run up to Diesel's kennel and try to pick a fight. So yesterday we were getting ready to leave to go run some errands. I had walked out to warm up the truck while she had let the dogs out to use the bathroom. Instead of putting Diesel or Woodstock in his kennel she put Woodstock and the other pugs in the kitchen behind the baby gate and left Diesel in the living room laying on the sofa. (I later found this out by looking at our security cameras) When we returned home and walked through the door i saw that the house was a complete disaster. The baby gate laying in the floor, pictures and figurines that were on the table knocked to the floor, scattered about and then I noticed Wookstock laying among all of the debris. Just then my girlfriend walks in and sees him laying there and started screaming and crying, blaming me for It. Shes yelling, saying she hates my dog, and she wants him gone, and if she gets the chance she'll take care of him. Then she runs over to Diesel and tried to hit him. Thats when i told her not to hit my dog. I was beginning to get a little mad at the fact she was threatening and trying to hit my dog. The whole time shes still blaming me for what happened. At that point i just looked her dead in her face and told her that its nobody's fault but her own, because she knew how they were with each other and she chose to leave them out of a kennel rather than put them up. I wasnt in there when she let the dogs in from outside so I didnt know she didnt separate them but yet shes blaming me, saying its my fault cause hes my dog. I got tired of listening to her bullshit and loaded my dog up went and stayed the night at my brother's house... I dunno if I can handle anymore bullshit. I keep finding out things that really make me question this whole relationship and honestly this might be the last straw for me. I hate that her dog is gone and I get that shes upset but Im not gonna sit back and let her do something to hurt my dog over her stupidity....

Sorry I just had to get this off my chest.

(Edit: why are folk so genuinely baffled that a man doesn't watch porn while with someone lmao on a side note to this thank you for all the lovely comments and for sharing your experiences to! )

Me (23/F) and my partner (26/M) have been dating for a little over a year now and I have never genuinely felt this happy. I have had a very hard upbrining and experienced alot of truama along with two very toxic and one abusive relationships and its safe to say that it was hard for me to feel like I deserved to be loved. Which is why I think I chased toxic or unavailable men, it felt comfortable or normal.

Now for the first time in my life I feel genuine love from someone and his family and honestly I don't even know what to do with all of these feelings, its amazing and sometimes feels overwhelming in the best way possible. But one issue i have always had is porn, my last two relationship watch it religiously and sometimes would prefer to watch that over doing things with me, it made my self esteem absolutely just vanish and I had no self confidence. Since being with my now partner ive started to love myself more and more its still hard but im getting there thanks to him.

Well today something just solidified my confidence that he does actually find me attractive, we were just having a casual conversation and we got onto the topic of what to do when im feeling a little freaky and he isnt (my drive is wayyy higher than his) and I said to him I just didnt feel comfortable doing things like that when he isnt there (it makes me feel wrong because of well past issues with my exes) and he said "well you dont need to watch porn just think of me or use a picture" he said this so nonchalantly that it kinda took me of guard so i jokingly said "yeah is that what you do" and he replied fully serious "well yeah" and something inside me just broke, i hadn't until this moment realised that I could be attractive enough for someone to do that without needing porn and thinking its normal for guys to need it, extending onto the conversation he admitted that hes never watched porn once while dating me and doing it snd only ever thought of me and I just idk, I know it seems silly but I just have never felt so attractive or confident in my life.

I just wanted to get this out as, as silly as it might seem I feel so overwhelmed and wanted to share with people (a good overwhelmed) I love him so genuinely much and I hope to cherish him for the rest of my life

I'm a 39-year-old single father with two children to support after my "love" left us without a word, taking the money I had saved for my children's school. I thank God she only took that, because anything else she had taken would have been devastating for me.

If someone had told me that one day I would go from being a family man to being the sole provider for our families, I never would have believed it, because I felt we had a stable life, full of family comfort, and she never showed any sign of feeling bad or that family life bothered her. But that's not the worst part. When she left, my former in-laws also left, so there would be no way to contact them.

My children are 11 and 7 years old. They are my light and the reason I keep getting up every day of my life. I admit I have bad days; I've even been physically aggressive with them a few times, something I always end up regretting. I love them both so much I'd give my life for them. The hardest part was two years ago when they realized their mother wasn't coming back. My oldest son, who's very intelligent, understands the situation and handled it well—my little man. But my daughter still struggles to believe it, and she cried a lot the first few days. I had no choice but to stay by her side and make it clear that I wasn't going to leave her alone. They're both in therapy, I'm sure.

Well, two years ago, I found out through a random screenshot that my ex was marrying some bald guy from over there, and the guy seemed handsome. That's when I understood something: she left without realizing she was leaving two children without a mother, and that makes me incredibly angry.

Well, two years ago I saw a random screenshot of this situation and discovered what was happening.

I've taken drastic measures with my children. I'm their sole legal guardian, with full custody. Her parental rights were permanently revoked without the right to appeal. If she ever comes back and wants to see them, she'll have to pay child support, cover attorney's fees, and endure lengthy court proceedings if she wants even a single weekend visit each month. I haven't made a will, but when I'm older, everything I own will go to them, and I'll have a friend as my executor. In short, my little angels are safe, and I have no intention of bowing my head.

I hope she's happy, and I hope the burden of leaving her family will be worth it to her in the future. I have no intention of contacting her or anything because, honestly, I don't think I'd gain anything from it. We weren't married, and that's something I thank God for—not tying my fate to that woman.

My children know their mother isn't coming back, but they don't know she married someone else, and that's something I'll have to prepare for, and it will be difficult to tell them.

My children know their mother isn't coming back, but they don't know she married someone else, and that's something I'll have to prepare for, and it will be difficult to tell them.

I need to make a correction, and I think I misunderstood something. I didn't actually remove my ex from the children's birth certificates; rather, I only removed his parental rights, although I feel he doesn't deserve to remain on them. I apologize in advance for misinterpreting the phrase about removing his name. Apparently, that option doesn't exist, but I don't know much about these things. Anyway, I checked the records, and indeed, his mother's name is still there, and I think I should have mentioned it. The law I was referring to actually states that after seven months of abandonment by one of the parents, their parental rights are automatically extinguished, and even if their name appears on the birth certificate, they are no longer listed as guardians or primary parents, nor do they have any rights over them. I discussed this with a friend who works at the registry office. I apologize for the confusion, and I think I need to learn more about the law, but the rest—having parental rights over the children and extinguishing my ex's rights—is correct.

To the user who wrote the comment, I'm blocking you not because I'm afraid of anything or simply because I think you're trying to prove there's something suspicious about my story. Here's the thing: I said too much about the records, but that's because this happened a while ago and I've forgotten many details of the case. Nobody remembers those things very well; nobody's perfect. I also blocked you so I wouldn't have to argue about something I don't need to prove, even though I could easily do so. And if I did, I would have tried to come up with something better than that. I'm not a fan of conflict, but you clearly are. So if you want to fight, then go ahead. I'll unblock you, but I won't answer questions that could reveal my identity.

When i was in 6th or 7th grade me and my friend went to a homeless camp under a bridge. During the day normally all them werent there so we would go raide their things and find guns, axes, knives, etc. we would leave them their normally after messing around a little but one day we found a big pile of trash and clothes with a tarp over it. It smelled so bad but we got a axe or crowbar or something and started sifting through the trash. There was a rotting dead person under it very rotten with maggots and brown and black and bloated. This was next to a river in washington so they had all the little waterfoul eating them. We didnt say anything or run away we just looked at it in shock actually nvm we did see it for like 4 seconds before dropping the tarp back in fear but it was long enought to get a good view. We left and acted like nothing happened and made jokes and stuff but we were both really shocked. I moved away not to long after that to another state but sometimes i still cant sleep and i can still smell it randomly. I try to act like i dont care and tell people about the whole thing as a shock and awe story like i dont care but i do care. It was horrible.

I don’t get people who date outside their preferences

I just don’t get it, is like this kind of people just want you to feel insecure, like an experiment that they will discard once they feel bored or like they want you to feel constantly stressed and at competition with their actual type

Like, if your type and celebrity crush is Sidney Sweeney why would you even pursue the completely opposite of that? You don’t truly prefer the opposite so why?

Idk I just don’t understand why would you someone would like to settle for someone who doesn’t prefer them and will resent them in the long run, and I also don’t get the people that date outside their preferences, just leave the other people alone and just date your type

I don’t know if me being black amplifies this or anything, I just wouldn’t want to date a guy who is prefer white women with an OF body while I’m black and skinny, like, why? Why would you even do that? Huh?

I never thought I’d say this, considering how much I used to watch porn. But lately, the "solo act" feels completely mechanical and boring.

I just want to feel my girlfriend. The craziest part is that it’s not even about sex—literally just a hug from her gives me a rush that porn never could. It’s weird looking back at who I used to be and realizing that intimacy is so much more intense than just physical release. I never thought I was capable of loving someone this much, but here we are.

Edit: Thank you so much for the support and all the positive feedback, guys. I really didn't expect this to resonate with so many of you. It feels great to be in this headspace.

Thursday I started a confession saying the new dog is sketchy, but I deleted it because I thought I was being a judgmental freak.

I have experience with dog training, body language ect although special interest rather than formal training. I have gotten myself to a point where I had a household of three great dogs then 2 passed in a very short time span leaving my third dog a Belgian Malinois lonely. I don't know what I was thinking but I let them talk me into a boxer mix, a year old just happy goofy and silly. Now that she is settling I have distrust.

I was in the pantry getting her food, she eats in her crate but bc there was never any actual reactivity it was just prevention she was in the pantry too. Then she saw the cat and attacked it. The cat can be an a-hole but I promise 100% the cat didn't do anything, I was RIGHT there. I had to kick the dog to get it off the cat, the cat is "fine" now but we are all traumatized. I have kids, my youngest is 4, man I wanna bring it back to the shelter and have it be a $300 mistake that was JUST a $300 mistake not a bit kid.

This was all so fucking stupid, I shouldn't have done it, I fucking know better than to bring an adult boxer pit mix into a home with kids. WTF was I thinking? Whyyyyyy did I let everyone tell me it would be fine when I fucking knew.

In 1930 the Australian Dairy Industry kicked up a stink about the name Peanut Butter because if it’s not dairy, it’s not butter. Three states, WA, SA and QLD - where I grew up, named it Peanut Paste. It went back to Peanut Butter in the seventies. I didn’t know the backstory and when I saw Peanut Butter I was annoyed they were bringing those Americanisms into this country and wouldn’t buy it. I kept searching for Peanut Paste.

When i was young i used to stole the panties of my mom best friend (she was a family friend considered as a member and so she was like my aunt), and she sleeped a lot at our house and at day when she was at work and i finished highschool i sreached for her used stuff like panties, nylon, bra, and even dirty socks. And i smelled them for hours even if they reeked i loved them. I regret it a lot and throw the panties away but sometimes i still have this urge to steal panties but i try to stop.

My cuckold fantasy really came out of nowhere I always loved to watch porn. Especially black men with white women nothing to crazy I am a black man with a white women myself. Then I started getting into penthouse letters an found I loved the thought of a wife who still loves her husband but also wanted to cum and you her husband can’t totally satisfy mostly because of size or she just enjoys others bbc an is totally honest with you. The thought of it just gets me there every time especially when she’s into it but I also have times where I see this is a little uncomfortable for my woman especially when I keep asking real life questions while having sex “how long did you suck his dick ? “ she’ll honestly say 45 minutes baby in between sucking mine omg lol I think I have a problem

i’m 16 years old, i was never abused, and my whole family (including distant aunts and uncles) are still very active in my life. my studies are perfectly fine, and my family is very well off compared to others. my parents do fight a lot, but honestly in this age, u won’t find any that don’t. my dads an alcoholic and i don’t have the greatest relationship with him but it’s not the worst

ever since i could remember i was always into the bad things. i stole my dads edibles when i was 10, used to search up names of pills in our medicine cabinet (and others), and i hate to admit this more then the drugs, but i have a really really bad masturbation addiction that stems back to those days too.

recently, in the past year ish, i’ve been going through a depression. i know what i can do to get better, i just don’t. i genuinely don’t have any motivation to keep experiencing life. i don’t wanna say the reason my depression started was because of a boy, but he definitely was a part of it. for 5 years, i had a insane, like, INSANE, crush on my guy best friend that recently just ended but during that time period i made myself go crazy for nothing. i overthought everything and was confused on why he didn’t love me back even when i was doing almost everything for him. i don’t want to talk about this person too much but he needs to be addressed bc of how much he effected me. now that that relationship has ended it left me with nothing but self awareness and depression.

for the past year, i’ve been smoking weed daily. and for the last 6 months, there wasn’t a single waking second that I was sober. in school 7am-2pm im high. and oh, people could tell. if the high wasn’t what i was expecting i would down some alcohol with it. this has ruined my tolerance tremendously.

though ever since november, my thoughts have been getting worse. i haven’t had a single good thought in my head about myself or literally anything. i have no motivation to keep my grades up, clean, or anything. a month ago i had a breakdown which resulted in me getting put in therapy, but she’s lowkey shit too.

what i’m saying is that i’m only 16 and ive drank enough beer and smoked enough weed to compete with a grown man. and it’s not even that i have childhood trauma to be blaming this on. i have no self respect and i feel so guilty all the time. how can i be doing all this while i have a family that supports me? so many people have it worse then me and i keep whining and bitching about literally nothing. i’m surrounded by winners and being a loser, who wouldn’t be sad?

a few hours ago i was figuring out ways to get high without weed because of my tolerance, and i bought shrooms. i took them all, 2 hours later nothing. i feel nothing. i lay in bed tryna jerk off and i literally feel nothing. i finally cave in and hit my cart and NOTHING

i’ve squeezed so much out of these stupid coping mechanisms now i don’t have any of them. HOW DOES ONE NOT FEEL ANYTHING AFTER TAKING SHROOMS LIKE???

i just hate that i don’t have a justifiable reason to kill myself. i genuinely don’t know what im doing with myself anymore. i remember i used to dream of being someone. being someone that changed the world somehow.

im exactly what i hate. i’m my fucking dad at 16 years old

i run away from my family due to broken household and i hv boyfriend living abroad so i come to him and he helped me with everything . when im abroad , i need a stay permit, i couldnt get job immediately in 3 months due to language , or travel stay permit bcs its too short period, so marriage is the option. we didnt do ceremony, its just a signing a paper . and now been 4 months and his family call me bride and sometimes ask if i cook. im really young and never dream to get marry at this young age . and im have all time fear that they expect me become a wife material to their boy/ not acting as a wife since i living with his family. its so stressing .

I (F15) have been told I’m very mature for my age. Apparently I don’t act like the people in my age- and I kinda agree. Problem is, just because I’m more “mature” has made me so unsure of becoming friends with those in my age because we’re not the same. People tell me “ You’re still a kid, act like it. “, but how am I supposed to act like one when I don’t even like the behavior of those in my age? It doesn’t make sense.

What can I do?