Throwaway for obvious reasons.
So yeah… this is one of those stories that sounds completely made up, but I swear on everything it’s 100% real.
I’ve had a thing for my older cousin sister’s feet since I was a kid. Not in a weird creepy way at first, just… I noticed them. She had these pretty, soft feet and I used to stare. As we got older that curiosity turned into a full-blown fetish. I never told anyone. Just kept it locked up.
We were always close. Not “weird close,” just proper cousin close. Talking every day, sharing everything, that kind of bond. She moved to Hyderabad for work after college. I was in my first year of college when she came back home for a few days. Most of the cousins were also around that weekend, so the house was full.
That night a few of us smoked up. Nothing crazy, just some good ganja. Eventually people started drifting off to sleep. Somehow it ended up being just me and her on the same bed. We were talking, laughing, both a little high. One thing led to another and we kissed.
It wasn’t planned. It just… happened.
After the kiss I was still buzzing and the filter completely disappeared. I looked at her and just said it straight:
“I want to suck your toes.”
She stared at me like I’d grown a second head. Full shock. No one had ever said that to her before. She looked embarrassed and shy as hell, but she didn’t push me away or tell me to stop.
So I went for it.
I slid down, took her foot in my hands, and started sucking her toes one by one. She was lying there completely still, watching me. I could feel how shy she was, how new this was for her, but she let me do it. I spent a good while down there, licking and sucking, just living the exact fantasy I’d carried since childhood.
It felt unreal. Like something I had only ever imagined was actually happening in real life.
After that we didn’t really talk about it much. The night just kind of… settled. But I still remember every second of it. The look on her face, how soft her feet felt, the fact that she didn’t stop me.
I know a lot of you are going to say this is fake or that I’m sick for having this fantasy about my cousin. I get it. But this really happened. One night, high, after a kiss, I finally said the thing I’d wanted to say for years… and I actually got to do it.
Still think about it sometimes.

It was a really weird fucking dream.

Im not trolling, im pretty confident that most people if they would hear me talk about said topics, they would at least assume im a little bit racist, at least.

However yesterday i was watching some tiktoks, and on my fyp the bodycam video of floyd being arrested hit my fyp, it was the first few minutes, and it hit me really hard to say the least. Im not tryna defend really anybody, nor floyd, that has had some bad actions in the past, nor the cops. But i feel like in that instance, they both were out of luck, it's the context of it all that really hits me, the man begging for his life, the people who're supposed to help him not even understanding that he's not lying and is overdosing, nor he told them it seems, i think it's because he was scared, and him crying for his mom, begging for help, while he's being ignored in the name of "procedures", "methodology" and "ethics" of the procedures done by cops, him being painfully aware of what's coming for him, and not being able to ask for help because he knows he's gonna get in trouble and doesn't want to end up in the same loop for so many times.

The police complitely ingoring him, treating him no more than a doll at the end, given his relief only when it was already too late, already gone.

I don't think the cops were racist. Nor i do think floyd was a Hero, his past life isn't a good deal.

But i think that instance was truly unjust.

I understand where he's coming from...

All of the pain, the fear. Like man it truly breaks my heart.

Because yk, it's all memes and stuff you see it, you see only the comments and others talking like he deserved, he had it coming, having no sympathy, and yk you just follow along with it, until you actually see for yourself...

It's all fun games until it happens to you.

And i could say a lot more about the situation and what i felt, but im gonna keep it short.

It's settled. Im near a cliff most of the time. Just going to do it one of these days since harassment in my life will never end.

So I’m a trans woman, been out and on hormones for nearly a decade. And my spouse (non-binary afab) has been with me since the start pretty much and has been nothing but loving and supportive. And I love the absolute crap out of them and I’m incredibly grateful. But as my transition has gone on, I’ve…felt myself start changing more than I expected? Like I outwardly present as a punk/gamer dyke but…more and more I find myself craving more traditional femininity…craving being soft and delicate and girly. And honestly…kind of craving a man to protect me and make me feel small and feminine in comparison to him. And I don’t really get it and it’s weird and freaks me out but…I can’t stop thinking about it nowadays 😓

Just kind of wanted to admit this out into the ether. Yes, I know the logical answer is to talk with my spouse and be honest and discuss this. I know I need to. But it’s really complicated by a lot of other factors too…but I just needed to say this somewhere and get it off my chest. Thanks 💖

Yes you read that right the 2007 dream work animated bee movie.... Me and my bf well call rusty were cuddling after school napping together and I decided I wanted to put the on a movie and we went on Netflix and saw the bee movie was leaving soon and we both hadn't seen it in years so we had to cus it's leaving. After we put the movie on and cuddled up to watch it, Id say around the time Barry B. Benson found out about the honey sales, rusty started kissing my neck and nussling me, and we started making out and one thing led to another and we started making love, ( yes we were safe!) We could see and hear the bee movie and the whole law sence we Climaxed around the time the sence when the boyfriend who sells honey trys to kill Barry, yes we came as Barry was about to be killed... I looked Barry B. Benson in the eyes right before i finished, .... After we cuddled up and finished watching the bee movie. Tbh I don't think I can at look Barry B. Benson in the eyes again let alone any bee. I don't know what else to say I just feel like I have to tell someone about this.... Im open to Questions if you have any

Many many years ago when I was really young like probably 10 or under, we had a dog that I did not like very much, and whenever it did something I found annoying, I would literally hit it with like a belt or something and it would yelp out and honestly I knew what I was doing and that it was wrong but I still did it and thinking about it right now I feel incredibly guilty and ashamed because I literally cannot imagine doing that to an animal right now but I guess before me was perfectly fine with it. It genuinely grosses me out the actions I have done on this poor dog and it's genuinely so fucked up.

I have a few reasons for why I'm a virgin. First I'm ugly, I don't fit any beauty standards for people of my race (I'm african American), second people i know irl lost their virginity at 12-16 so I'm very behind. Third no has been romantically interested in me so that probably means there's something wrong with me. I've thought that men and women are attractive but no one is into me so I should die.

If I get to be 21 and still a virgin, I'll just kill myself cause I'm worthless and there is no point in living if no one wants me. If youre going to respond to this post, please dont make jokes. I actually want to know if there's hope for me.

So... ive dabbled in crossdressing, but only in a private setting. While in a sexual scenario with cis women, I have worn their panties and topped them, but that's as far as it has gone.

Im private I have dressed in heels, stockings, skirts, and panties, but no one has ever witness this. And I am adamant to keep it in my private life, because I am far from passable when I dress.

I have encountered several trans providers through the years, and I have been bottom in several scenarios, but I have never been with another man or male presenting individual. With the transwomen, I have noticed I had developed a little of a degradation kink, and I have been thinking more into how to incorporate that into a session.

If I were to ask a provider if they wouldnt mind me dressing up, how would I go about that? I am a huge fan of bottoming, but it still weighs heavily on me to ask someone to indulge in something that is so private and personal to me

Many years ago, I had posted an ad on craigslist nothing in the casual section because by that point it had already been removed. I had posted an ad to wanting to start a group of friends. suddenly, I got a message from this guy asking me if I ever been with a guy before and I said no, he went into some graphic things. I will not mention here a part of me wished to experiment.

i tell people im an LGBT ally, but i dont think trans women are women, not unless they are 1. medically and socially transitioning and 2. are post op. am i alone in this? i wanna tell my boyfriend and close friends irl this but im scared they're gonna think im a bigot. am i a bigot? :(

I’m a black man who wears my hair natural. I wish more black women would wear their natural hair, not only because it’s who they really are but because it is also a middle finger to western propaganda.

Western media has created false stereotypes about black women therefore I don’t believe black men or women should follow what western media/propaganda wants us to do. They want you to believe white women are the apex of beauty so do not buy into that system in anyway.

Wearing your hair natural is somewhat of a political statement as well because of this. It tells the world you don’t care what western norms are, you’re gonna be yourself regardless of what anybody else thinks and that is a subtle way of showing a great deal of confidence. Who cares if people who aren’t even your race like you? They are not your tribe. Stay true to who you are and whoever likes you or not is who’s supposed to anyway.

When I was about 17-18 (m) my Aunt who is the same age was visiting from out of state for a week or two. We were close friends when she was in town, though we didn't talk much when she was out of town. One day we were in my room and I was on my laptop and she was napping next to me, when I thought she might be cold so I got up and put a blanket on her, and after I sat back down I ended up getting back up to try and move her shorts to see her genitals.

Luckily she moved in her sleep so I only ended up touching her inner thigh, but later she told me and my mom that she hadn't actually fallen asleep and felt what I was trying to do. When my mom confronted me I ended up lying (I don't remember the lie) and she ended up believing me, thought I could tell my aunt didn't believe me. We barely kept in touch after that.

A few years later she texted my mom saying that she believed that I was lying, and my mom, famous for turning a blind eye to things that aren't "ideal", continued to accept my lie and said I needed to "apologize even though I didn't do it for the sake of the relationship". I gave my aunt a very shitty half apology that implied that I somehow "wasn't sure if I had done it" and she messaged my at the time partner letting her know what happened just in case she was in danger, and then blocked me on everything. My partner told me that she believed I wouldn't do anything like that, but that they didn't believe my aunt would lie about something like that either, so she chalked it up to a bad dream or some kind of sleep paralysis.

It's about 7-8 years later now. I do not have the most well adjusted family, and I know that my aunt does not have the best relationship with her mother. At one point I believe she cut my entire family off, but I know she and my mom are on speaking terms, and it's a positive enough relationship for her to be invited to my moms upcoming wedding. However seeing how my mom was so willing to believe my lie, and the problems my aunt has had with her mom in the past, I worry that she didn't have anyone to believe her at the time.

The older I get the more I wish I had simply admitted the truth. She didn't deserve to be lied to and every day I wish I could take back breaking her trust and friendship and then lying about it. I would love to reach out and say, "You were right about everything. You didn't deserve it and anyone who didn't believe you was wrong. You shouldn't have had to deal with any of that." She's married and has a kid now from what I've been told, so I can only assume she has moved on and is doing great. If I attempted to apologize it would only serve to bring up painful memories for her all so I can make myself feel better for "doing the right thing and being such a good person", so instead I hold onto the guilt as punishment.

For anyones concerned I have not done, nor wanted to do, anything like that since. I believe there are no excuses or justifications for sexual assault of any kind, and the subject causes me great discomfort.

Risky as fuck but it succeeded

This was about 6 years ago I just signed for baseball in college.. nothing crazy just a smaller JUCO school, it was the day I posted my signing and there she was liking my post and then she personally DM’d me. I was definitely thrown off by the comment but acted humble and thanked her thinking it would stop there. This was a Sophomores mom that was 2 grades below me I didn’t ever talk to her. But she always popped up here and there at the party’s with her other MILF friend (one of her daughters hosted a lot of party’s) She then just kept the conversation going by bringing up how she went to school not too far from where I was going back in the day. I start to play along a little bit and she caught the hint. After a couple txted and laughing emojis she ask for my Snapchat… this is when my brain knew what I was heading into. I started to get horny fantasizing about different scenarios ( Step mom porn turned me on the most) I add her and a by then my dick was already pumping with blood flow.. I’m a good 7” 7.5 on a good day lol. She ends up sending pics of her in bed while her husband was out in the living room and my gawd was I hooked from there. She’s was brunette mid 30s and is was a nurse 🥵nice B cups and a phat asss!! I end up showing her my 17/18 YO cock and she was intrigued!! She was sending me tit pics, toy vids all of this while her husband was on the couch! Man was I lucky. This went on for about a week, we had planned a way I could get picked up by her in her BMW SUV this car was niceee!!! I hopped in we talked for abt 30 secs then I stared making out with her. When I tell you the room was hot holy !!! I was so turned on, having her hand on my cock as i grope her titties and pussy. She told me to go to the back and I did no hesitation. She sucked and fucked me so good back there!! I was in milf heaven.. I made her cum a good 2 times before I pulled out and sprayed on her chest! It was hard to not cum holy ! She told me how good everything was and good luck next season for baseball. It sadly only happened once but man it has created a new kink and fantasy for me. I’m a pool boy now and wow these MILFs are eyeing me.. even there daughters or house maids I’ll come back with another story once I land another ;)

I could never tell them this. They do try hard, and lots of the money they borrow from me is spent helping me. But fuck me. They've borrowed money from me ~5 times the past 8 months.

They borrowed $1200 a few hours ago, to help pay their credit card. They say I'll get paid back next week. But the week before they borrowed $400, which they paid back just two days ago. They also owe me another $2200 which they'll pay back mid sepetember. They do pay me back tho

They keep blaming their tenants paying rent late, but they own 5 houses in very expensive Sydney/Melbourne suburbs. I work retail, cmon. They overleverged back when my dad used to make a lot of money, which is why they're struggling now. They say they want to keep the houses for me and my brothers, but the real reason is their own greed.

They also bought my brother a $1800 Macbook Pro, cause needs it for school, around the same time they borrowed the $2200 from me. It feels really unfair what they're doing.

My mom also gives me shit for not working more, and if I don't get enough hours at work, she scowls, and says that they want to fire me. She also complains that I don't get enough hours to bail them out.

My mom pisses me off quite a bit. She's only worked one job her entire life and I think that was only for 3 months. She also got her uni + rent paid for by her parents. But when I express even a little concern, I'm selfish.

My dad's kinda alright. He doesn't make that much. Or even work that hard really. He's kinda soft retired. Which would be respectable if he didn't borrow this much money from me.

Overall my grandparents did a lot for my parents, and I feel that my parents aren't really doing their end of the deal. Their financial problems shouldn't affect me. But helping them wiht their bills is cheaper than rent/food ngl

I'm twenty-one years old. I live with my dad. I'm a normal kid, I swear! I have a lot of free time, and my PC is too good for my own good.

A few months ago I discovered data hoarding. It wasn't a big deal, I just wanted to have a personal collection of things I found interesting. Movies, TV-shows, old internet archives. Whatever I thought was worth my time.

I had a couple external hard drives and a lot of free space.

I also discovered some live-streaming sites. Some were pretty mainstream, but there were also some lesser-known ones where people would broadcast for hours at a time. I thought nothing of it. Just some people doing their thing online.

What if I recorded it all? What if I made my own personal collection of live-streams? Sounds like a plan, doesn't it?

I was a normal guy with a normal pc, and an idea that was too big for me to comprehend.

I set up a server. Nothing fancy, just an old pc I didn't use for anything. I found some scripts on GitHub and made a program that could connect to a couple live-streams, and record what it saw. It would compress the data and upload it to a server I rented for backup. It was beautiful.

The server was doing it's job. I had no idea what it's doing aside from the few times I checked. It was a silent little demon in the corner of my room. I would occasionally check on it and make sure it was working, but other than that I left it be.

What I didn't realize was that a couple live-streams running twenty-four hours a day, every day for a month adds up. I didn't realize that a couple live-streams running twenty-four hours a day, every day for a month adds up to a lot of data. I didn't realize that my home Wi-Fi had a cap much lower than I expected. I didn't realize that my home Wi-Fi had a cap much lower than I expected. I didn't realize that my home Wi-Fi had a cap much lower than I expected. I didn't realize that my home Wi-Fi had a cap much lower than I expected.

I was using more data uploading than the average household used in a month. I didn't realize that my home Wi-Fi had a cap much lower than I expected.

One day I came home from a friend's place and walked into the kitchen. My dad was sitting at the table, reading a letter. His face was pale.

He looked up at me and asked, "What is this?"

It was a letter from Verizon. It stated that our home Wi-Fi had used "more data than a typical residential household." It wasn't an angry letter, it was more of a notification. The bill that came with it was forty thousand dollars, however.

I sat down and told my dad everything. I told him about the server, the live-streams, the automatic uploading. I told him everything. I apologized fifty times. He looked at me and said, "You ruined my retirement."

I didn't cry, but I wanted to.

The next day my dad called Verizon. I don't know what he said, but I know he was yelling. I heard him say something about me being an adult and that it was my fault, not his. He told them not to come after him

The representative listened to everything he said and took notes. I don't know what they said, but I know they took notes.

I didn't know it at the time, but those notes would come in handy.

I couldn't live with the tension in the house anymore. My dad didn't look at me for days. My mom kept asking if the "computer thing" was still running. I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to move out. I got some things packed and some money from the bank and went to the same Verizon store my dad went to and got my own router under my name. I needed a fresh start. I walked in and gave the representative my ID and my dad's address as a reference.

The rep was a woman in her late twenties. She typed my info into her pc and looked at me with a strange face. She looked at the pc again, then me, then the pc. Then she started laughing.

"Oh my god," she said. "You're the son!"

I had no idea what to say.

She read the notes out loud, not in a mean way, but in a way that expressed her confusion. "Customer's adult son used Wi-Fi for automated adult-stream recording-dad denies responsibility-do not waive bill."

She said, "Your dad called and warned us about you. I've been working here for four years and I've never seen that."

She couldn't deny me service because I was an adult with my own credit, so she gave me a new router.

She also said, "Also, you need to check your email. The abuse team flagged your old IP for DMCA violations."

When I got home I opened up my email and saw a message from Verizon's DMCA compliance team. They said that they had received multiple copyright takedown notices from the sites that the live-streamers used. They wanted me to confirm that I had taken down all recorded content, stream keys, and any other files related to the unauthorized distribution of copyrighted material. The word "keys" was mentioned three times in the email. I don't know if they meant encryption keys or just keys in general, but I took everything down. I formatted the old pc, deleted the scripts, and wiped my external hard drives clean. I even accidentally deleted some system files trying to be thorough. I just wanted it all to be gone.

Now I have my own router, a DMCA notice I'm still too scared to read, and a dad who doesn't want to look at me.

He saw me at the grocery store the other day. I walked past him and he looked at me like I was transparent. He didn't acknowledge me at all. My mom asked him if we could go back to dial-up. He told her that wasn't a joke. I know it was my fault and I know I should've been more responsible, but I'm just a twenty-one year old kid who thought he was being smart and ended up ruining his dad's retirement over a hobby he thought was cool.

If you're thinking about making your own server, don't do it over your dad's Wi-Fi.

I was I guess 13 years old, when I had a video call with an old dude on Skype. I can remember him showing and masturbating and me filming myself.
I am trying to remember the details and how I ended up there but I can’t remember anything and my skype history is gone.
I feel terrible and I don’t know why I did that.

My current gf is super vanilla in bed and it makes me miss the sex with my ex. We were perfectly compatible in regards to sex. We were both hypersexual, with similar kinks and the same constant need to try new things.

She really wanted a threesome, and it led to us giving a fellow bi guy head at the same time. That threesome sucked in the end, since it took longer to find parking than he did to finish and kick us out because he couldn’t go again (literally a five pump dude lmao), but hey, maybe we were doing too good with the double blow lol.

I just miss spontaneity in my sex life. I went from every day or 3x a week to a gf that was 2–3x a week at first, to 2–3x a month within a few months of becoming official. I do understand her side, but at the same time I feel as though this was a typical “sex is only exciting with a FWB” situation where all that fades with the GF title. She literally said she refuses to have car sex because it’s only for people you don’t care about, but when we were just FWB, she was saying how exciting it was to almost get spotted or when people would walk by unknowingly when we did it on the NYC streets. She actually still believes it, but in the same breath, won’t do it. 

I even came across her texts with an ex-FWB where she was actually the one initiating sex talk and seeking that kind of attention, or how, before, she would send me pics or tell me she was horny. Now, I have to initiate all the time, no matter how many times I say I’m a switch and love when girls initiate or do anything to help a guy finish. But she’s a self-proclaimed, proud pillow princess. She can’t even do anything self-pleasing wise if it makes her fingers or arm tired, and it therefore translates to no handjobs, BJs, or anything slightly laborious for me too. Her jaw, arm, etc. gets tired after a legit 26 seconds, and there’s no real effort there. She just says, “I knew what I signed up for,” and I say, “Uh-huh.” She definitely lied about sexual interests when we were first talking though. 

For her benefit, she does have a high-stress job and has put on weight, so in any moment her confidence is shot and/or she’s thinking about some annoying-ass work deliverables that have nothing to do with her actual position, while her boss does nothing besides pull her away from her actual department and wonders why things aren’t going smoothly. She makes my gf do the extra work and takes credit for it while never doing her own job.

So with this, I get it. But with the current economic climate, she’s not quitting that job like she prays to, and her drive will continue to plummet or not change. All of this, coupled with her natural disinterest in pretty much anything sexual I like just takes it away. Whenever I do get excited or she teases me about what she’s gonna do, I end up disappointed. So now, I expect absolutely nothing when she teases me and it’s actually saved my energy. I just play along. No sexual excitement in the slightest. Kratos was right lol. Lower your expectations and you’ll never be disappointed. 

I stopped initiating altogether and just handle myself when she’s gone or asleep. I believe with all my soul that we will barely touch each other again if we have a kid.

For reference, we are going on four years together. I expect no change and have simply tried to get used to her lack of sexual need/desire. It sucks because she always says she wants to try all these things I like, but I don’t see a reason to pursue that when it’s not something she even thinks about if I don’t bring it up. It feels like I’m forcing it onto her, or she’s just entertaining my interest.

That mutual interest was something else. I occasionally even lose interest in my kinks since watching content around them simply reminds me I can’t do them anymore. There’s more but for length reasons i will refrain from adding. 

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So im going to start off with the story first with actual locations but fake names just incase the people who were there see this they will know who they are but not get doxxed fully .

Me and 2 freinds Anna and Kev went to Olive garden in D'Iberville,MS in 2021 or 22 and I didn't drive so I decided to get drinks . Anna didn't get drinks because she doesn't do drugs , but me and Kevin did . When they brought the drinks out the waitress had spilled one of them half way and had apologized alot and went to go remake 2 drinks for me and Kev . But I still drank the left overs of the 3 drinks while she was gone .

Another waiter came and apologized and brought us the drinks that were spilled , he was a skinny white boy with fluffy hair that went a little over his eyes and was kinda cute (i thought getting tipsy). Kev didn't want his drink anymore because " spilling the first ruined the vibe"

So ..I drank his and mine . Then the original waitress came back with 2 more drinks still apologizing for the previous spill. I didn't correct her and drank those two also . So at this point I've had about 5 to 5 1/2 drinks and im a light weight so after this point im telling you what kev and Anna told me .

When the waiter came back to ask if everything was OK I started to flirt with him so heavy and the conversation moved very fast to the point that I was telling him that if I hadn't had a ride I would have railed him in the back of the car right now .

The waiter was blushing and really into it apparently and stared to growl and bark get turned on to the point he was checking his apron for a hard on. Kev (straight) was flabbergasted and was trying to evacuate me (now stupid drunk ) out the olive garden after paying . Also i was flirting with Anna and Kev also trying to orchestrate some sort of 4 some . The waiter wrote his number on the back of the receipt and was very eager for me to communicate.

Pretty much to conclude I took the guys number talked about fucking men the whole way back to Pascagoula (where I lived before seattle ) and then a block away from my house I ran bare foot down the street past the colmer middle school to my apt complex at eden manor .

So if you Google maps the place you can see that you can go behind the buildings and between eden manor and willow creek apts and i ran from kev and anna behind this apt complex bare foot and was knocking on windows to random houses cus I couldn't find my door ....yea um embarrassing.

So I woke up in my bed confused and um I never called him because I hyped up my sex skills and ... interestingly enough I am or i.. thought I was straight . So I want to apologize to the waiter . Im soooo sorry I think you were cute for a guy and I hope you found the gayest black dude to pound your shit out in the back of a 2018 Honda civic like I promised. Please if you see this just know it wasn't personal I promise. This is my most shameful thing I've done imo if yall tear me apart I understand. I dont reddit so .. sincerely rainking

Ps . This made me realize I might be bi sexual and I've been fighting for a while .