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I'm 16, my mom 32, and her boyfriend is 24 and the type of guy I look at. And I like him. He loves me. We have had light sex only and I want him to take my virginity, but at the same time, I don't want my mom to find out and get hurt. I am always horny and mastrubate daily, but I want more. I don't know what to do. I want him to leave and at the same time I want full sex with him.
Im 17 years old. Still confused with my identity. Ive been inlove with my bestfriends which mostly are girls since elementary, but I just hide it bcause Im living in a homophobic country. So, we just remained friends and it so hard to hide my feelings to them. I have new bestfriend every school year and I can't help falling inlove with them. I started to imagine things like "couple things". And it very makes mr so sad bcause cant do nothing
I have been in a relationship with a wonderful girl for several years now. She has her flaws, but I've believed her to be the love of my life, and I've asked her to marry me. At university, I've recently met a different girl that is completely perfect for me, has no flaws whatsoever, and is completely attracted to me. I don't believe in cheating, and I just don't want to break my fiancé's heart. The anxiety I've had over what I should do has caused me to cry myself to sleep for the last few months.
I have the weirdest feelings about my cousin. He’s 22 almost 23 and i’m 24 about to be 25. He and I haven’t really spent much time together. growing up he lived in the city and I grew up on the coast and in the bay area. I only really know him in that I know he likes video games that I also like and he likes the same kind of tv content as I do. I also know he and I are basically at the same stage in our lives where we don’t want to depend on our parents anymore. We have plans to spend a week together this coming summer (2022) so we can celebrate him graduating. Over the past week we’ve also talked about how we want to start doing care packages and sending them to each other as a way of getting through life as adults. We didn’t have a lot of time alone to talk so I don’t know what he thinks of me but I know for sure that he cares about me because when I have a mental freak out he’s there for me until I’m calmed down. I would never make the first move but part of me hopes when I visit him next summer that he pushes me against a wall and just makes me his. I just want to know if my feelings are appropriate or if I should give up waiting for him to be my knight-in-shining-armour?
I am 35years old, no career, no job and need to take care of my mum. I am in need (more desperate ) of a career, an income and some independence to be able to help my mum. I have so many dreams and I honestly do not even know how to begin fulfilling them. This is never how I imagined my life going. I feel so helpless. All I have is a dream to become a beauty therapist and no way of doing so. How did i get here? My confession is I am so desperate for help, I am considering the unthinkable.
I’ve never told anyone this… ever… I’m Gay. I’ve been wanting to tell someone about this for a long time but I don’t think I can, I have no idea how they are going to react or respond… I’m almost too afraid to tell them and find out… I’m so confused on what to do…
when I was in primary school I had a group of friends that I thought were my friends and didn't really fit in. when they would do something I would always get blamed or somedays they wouldn't even talk to me or look at me. I took the fall for them a lot and my mom keeps on telling me that I need to stick up for myself but when I do I let my anger get the best of me and I lose friends. it happens as well even though I'm in secondary school and most days my friend's don't talk to me or they are talking about me but I feel like I can't trust anyone and I am scared that when I am older ill be as alone as I am right now
I’m a 14 year old Male, And i’m pretty sure that I’m ‘Heteromantic Homosexual.’ Meaning that I like to date girls, but like to have sex with men. I have crush on a girl, but whenever I masturbate I do it to Gay Porn. I’m not really afraid to come out, because I’m pretty sure that Most of my family (except my brother) will be supportive. I don’t really know what the next step is to do, I just don’t feel comfortable coming out at all yet, even though my family will accept me. I don’t know what the step I should take is.
I am a straight 16 yo virgin with a boyfriend. I live at home, do school, and p/t work. So I am busy. It's not easy to masturbate, but I do enjoy playing with myself before sleep. I don't think I've had the Big O yet. But my arousals intesifies when I read. Some confessions are so juicy, I return for more. I have thought of kissing my best friend but it's only a fantasy. I read some say it's natural for a girl to kiss a girl once but not in my world. Maybe a kiss would go on to the big O. it makes me really wet, my heart beats up, my thoughts go rampant, and it's so hard to keep quiet, but I must. I am confused as to why I get like this when I am super horny. In a normal state of mind I don't have sexual thoughts of my friend.
A lesbian coworker ran her hand up my crotch and I said nothing. I kind of liked it and now I am worried because I keep thinking about it which makes me curious for a girl experience. I'm married which makes this all the wierder for me. I'm confused now and even imagining my husband joining after me and my new friend get to know one another a bit better. Why am I feeling nasty, naughty, and so curious?
Sometimes i think I can’t do it anymore with life but I’m very optimistic.
Most of my roommates are young females. I’m an older male. No; I’m not chasing after them. But the other day I had a weird moment.
I drive the speed limit and very carefully. I’m very polite. A large truck suddenly sped behind me. Accelerated over and over. Nearly hitting me. Swerved at me. I kept slowing on this winding rural mountain road in the dark. I finally stopped. Waited for a fight.
I’m very polite. But I’m a highly trained bad mother. The person suddenly accelerated. Nearly wrecked as they took off & slid into the ditch in the rain. I just moved slowly and watched. Log trucks fly around these blind roads. So you don’t want to loiter.
Anyways. My roommates were talking about the feud they have going with some other people. Something about a dog bit a kid. I don’t know. Interesting thing. They warned me not to shop here for a while. Asked where I get gas. Described a truck. Yes. Same truck.
Well. I’m a very large martial artists. Also trained by vets. I don’t scare easy.
I get someone is mad their dog was put down like 2 yrs ago or something. But I didn’t even live here. Don’t bring that crazy mess to me.
The world is full of bar Chit crazy people.
So anyways. My ex called me. I’d been visiting them. Now I’m sick. She said can I bring our kids up in the mountain to see you. No.
Being a mountain man and cowboy I don’t want to judge my own. But who the F runs someone not even in a situation off a mountain road over a dang dog? Humans have souls. Animals don’t mean crap. Oh I love them. I’ve donated to save endangered species. But I’d never harm someone over one.
You try to live in peace. Get sucked into crazy stuff.
Oh well. I’ll change my time. Turn on that training my special forces dad and vet uncles drilled into me. Hope they leave me alone.
I did laugh though. When you randomly chose to F with somebody you never met. It might be a Church mouse. It might be a 250 lb SOB. I’m both. You just never know. My roommates were worried for me. I started laughing. What was that movie. Not Rambo. Where the crazy hillbillies messed with a nice guy? Let’s hope it doesn’t get to that. Pushed to the brink. Hill billy heck.
Nah. I’ll just film their butts and call the po po if they keep it up. See if they like the color orange. Good show.
I’ll just change when I leave and come. Watch out for them. Hope I can avoid future crap.
I taught my kids to just exit into well lit busy place. Let crazies mess with next person in traffic. That doesn’t work so well on narrow winding mountain roads.
I don't know so I blame it on my husband. A few months after pregnancy my husband has lost his sexual drive and mine has drasticlaly increased. I am always so horny and wanting. Well, I ended up kissing my girlfriend. Now I am embarressed, but at the same time I want more. I am straight and so confused as to why I kissed her and why I am curious about having sex with her.
My stepmother gave me a vibrator. I'm only 13 and wasn't sure what to think. Why, did she give me this? Well the weird part, maybe a month later she asked how I liked it. I thought it was a private thing, so I just smiled and said it was too noisy. Then she continues on telling me not to worry and wants to know if I need a demonstration. What? I kind of want to tell my dad, but I don't want to rock the boat. I have known this lady 5 years and never expected she would do this. Did she want to use it on me or have me watch her use it? Before I try it, she will not be home and my door will be locked. How can I relax and try it?
So I'm in love with someone who was pretty much my best and closest friend for a good year of my life. I dated her cousin for a couple of months, and she didn't like her cousin. And that relationship was just toxic and when I ended it she was happy, and if I ever mentioned her she'd get annoyed and just bitch about her. After awhile of us just being best friends and just messaging everyday and letting eachother in on secrets about ourselves, I started catching feelings. She is 2 years older than me, but whenever we spend time and talk it feels as though we are the same age. We started hanging out just the 2 of us, and gradually we started spending a lot of time together. We talk on the phone for hours every day, while driving, while studying, on the train, before sleeping, we pretty much know everything about each others life on a day to day basis. But whenever we hangout together I try to sometimes get closer to her and hold her. And I just imagine myself holding her and never wanting to let go, but I'm too much of coward. I've been hurt by people before, and been played, so I'm very slow to realise what's real and what's not, and have major trust issues. I want to ask her out but I'm scared she's gonna say no and I'm just gonna ruin whatever it is that we have right now. I'm scared that if I ask her and she doesn't feel the same that I might just distance myself from the person that's the most involved in my life. I can't do that to either of us.
I once caught my girl best friend, Nina*, 23, having sex with my younger brother, Brandon*, 19, in my bed. I didn't know what to feel.
I am not sure I love my girlfriend anymore. Or if I even loved here in the first place.
I met her when I was in a rather shitty place mentally. I was still in love with my "fuck buddy", but she did not love me and started a relationship with someone else. That hurt. Like deeply.
So, I got together with this chick and she's really wonderful. Sweet, considerate, funny... But I can't get over my "ex". She's in my head 24/7.
We sporadically still text with each other and she always says that she wants to stay friends, but I don't think that I will ever see her again. And that destroys me.
And I am still with this other girl, who sould be THE ONE for me... but she isn't. And I am annoyed when I am around her, I am angry, I am heartbroken... But I can't tell her all those things. We stopped having sex and I think that is my fault.
I don't know what to do. Should I stay with this girl? I am not sure that I truly love her or if I am just with her because my "ex" does not want me?!
I am torn.
Circumstances have pushed me & my family to the brink. I was the rock. But people decided to remove me because a disease broke me. Everyone was supposed to get better. Instead everyone is so worse. So now some have come & asked for help. Problem is I had just had a last ditch surgery to save my life. Then I was homeless & stuff. I’m now temporarily where no one wants me. They are barely tolerating me because I did so much for them. But it’s temporary. Then I’m lost.
So while I’m still able I’m trying my best to help those I love. But its so sad.
So my sin is I’m sort of lying. I’m not lying. I’m bending the truth. I’m just trying desperation heaves to save a person whose probably going to die. My hope is to bring them out of their medical situation. Reach them. And at least help them find peace before their condition ends them. If they trust me & I can reach them, they could live. Probably. But doctors can’t reach him. It seems I may be his only hope. So now I must beat my disease to help him with his medical issues. Thing is no one can tell me how. So I gotta do it. That currently includes stretching truths. I’m researching science and medicine.
I’m not sure if someone who is very sick can live long enough to help. Or clear my mind enough to help. But all the experts are striking out. I helped stabilize him. Now can I fix him? That is a big ask.
So I’m trying to fight off this disease. Fight off all the bad. The nearly dying. Poverty. On & on. This is like an impossible situation.
So how do I solve a problem the experts can’t solve? They are paid for it. They studied it. I’m a guy laying on the dumpster heap of life waiting to be hauled off to the morgue or homelessness which will be death for me quickly with my health.
To make it worse. I have been suffering for many days. I tried to rest. Controlled my diet. Purged. Even ate the wrong stuff. It’s getting worse. Problem is I think I know what it is. If it is I need a trip far away. I have no car. I need emergency sugary. I would owe so much money. I have no money. I can’t divert money away from my children. They have a home. If I take away money they lose it.
The reality is I will die. No if. Just when. I can’t create debt they must pay when I’m gone. Especially when it’s just a matter of time. But I’m trying to save a life before I pass. They try to inspire you. But then they give up. When they stop trying. That means your doomed. I’ve noticed they no longer bother with me anymore. It’s like I’m a ghost. That is partially being poor. But it’s everyone when I go. No one cares. They tried to cycle me off. I fought it. Then I realized something. All the people I stop seeing get sick. Then they goto this odd place. Then I never see them again. If I ask no one answers. So I tried to stay. No one will answer me.
So I’m going away so the other patients won’t see me getting sicker & then dying? They tell me no. Maybe that’s true. But I’ve lived longer than all expected. Much much longer. So they tell me all the people that reach that milestone go there. Sounds good. I’m doing great. Except I feel horrible. Barely move. Barely get up. How can that be good? So I calculate. It’s open one day a week. Two hours. That’s 4 patients. If they’ve sent many many people ahead of me there. All these people I used to know. As I’ve lived all the docs moved on. Most of the nurses. There’s basically no one in there that knows me. So it occurred to me. I don’t recognize any patients. All the people ahead of me are gone. All the people behind me are gone. I gotta start looking way behind me to remember anybody. So where is everyone. Oh there’s a lot of new patients. But where are all the old ones?
My family tells me I’m being paranoid. Maybe. I am that guy everyone looks to for a reason. Only I’m not anymore. There’s next to no one in the whole hospital I recognize. So I’ve been a patient longer than anyone has worked there? That’s why no one knows me. The patient is the oldest none high level person that was there. How have I lived longer than all the people who worked there when I started going?
So my family said your sick. Your fine. Well I’m no doctor. But am I missing something. Let’s say there were 100 people ahead of me. They slowly went off because they were doing so well. I never went anywhere when I was doing well. So why was I still there? I heard they must be doing way better. Well that’s not a good sign for me. So I waited my turn. Then people behind me went. On & on. So I heard they are going on other days. Makes sense.
But then Covid hit. We all had to go stand in long lines on the exact same day because we are high risk. A long line of dying people. I’ve looked for over a year. I get there early. Then when I leave I pass everyone else. I only recognize the very new ones. No one knows me. So I did research. I should be dead. I’ve way beaten the odds. So they say your fine. But no one smiles. No one talks. They do to other people. I’m that guy who is dying.
Everyone says oh your always worried. Well not about dying. I worry about other stuff. Even though I’ve almost died. So I’m really confused. But if there was 100 ahead of me. How many were behind me? 100? 200? More? Let’s say 200 total. For four times slots once a month? That’s when one old dud checks on us. If I have issues what do I do? Ask him. So I dig. I could go other times. That’s cool. But he likes to see all of our issue on that one day. In two hours. That’s 4 people. So I ask the lady when does everyone else go. She says who else? All the other patients with my condition. He sees all of you on one day. If he’s only there for 2 hrs on one day. That doesn’t add up. So I ask her where all the other patients go. What other patients? Now I know I’m sick. But am I that sick? Am I missing something?
I say where are all the other patients that are doing great like me. That left the hospital and were sent here. She has no clue what I’m talking about. Well It’s right by the hospital, & far from me. I looked. I see no other places in the phone book. I call & ask. What other place?
So I’ve been feeling horrible for weeks. But I usually bounce back. Not this time. It feels so weird.
I don’t fear it. But I’d like to helpful
There’s no other place is there?
My trip got canceled so I happily bought wine, steak, flowers and headed home to surprise my wife. Instead I got the surprise by finding her in 69 position in my bed with the maid. For a week now my brain is still fizzling and confused. The thoughts are in every direction. She cheated but least it was not another man or it's worse because it is with a to die for chick. I was betrayed but I'd love to have a threesome with the smokin hot babe that I'd get killed for if caught fucking her. I want a piece but could never tell the wife or soon to be X. I get blue in the mind when I feel betrayed and then blue in the balls when I think of a threesome which I have never had. Sooooo CONfusED. Good masturbating fantasies but mostly heart break thoughts. Do I go or do I stay? Is my wife heartless or just too sex driven horney slut?
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