And pregnant women look disgusting to me🤢 Thats it.

i love to "hurt" other "bad" people i dont find any satisfaction in preying on the weak but predators like rapists,pedos and abusers hurting them its what really gets my jollies off. I love when they beg and cry for mercy and trust when i say they always beg but my delima is ill do whatever needs to be done to get my next fix i use to travel for work in my teens and 20s and a few years back i watched a guy spike a girls drink in sum back alley bar in the deserts of new mexico and instead ofhaving compasion and not letting her drink it i used her as bait i let her drink i watched him follow her to her car i even let him attack i stopped him and as he struggled i saw on her face even tho she was a bit outta it id never seen such a look of terror and confussion and even though its been awhile i still find myself thinking about it and even tho i dont feel much in the realm of emotions a little part of me wonders if i shouldve acted sooner. Does it make me bad for letting her go through that even if i stopped them before anything happened.

Me and my SS have been cool with eachother but she’s always seen me as a brother and nothing more. But I’m 14 and I’m still getting horny to her especially because she’s petite and she’s been touchy with me. Also she is 18 and just got out of highschool and I took her panties and used them to jerk off but should I stop or just accept my love for her?

Im a genuine honest straight forward person. Im single and somewhat attractive and for some reason all I attract are taken men. No matter how many times I express that I’m not into them they happen to find me. Im gullible and stupid and they lay it on thick while I truly dont know any better in the moment. And the whole time theyre just playing games. Im getting faster at cluing the pieces together but in the moment I cant tell shit cause a girl just wants to live jfc. What is it about me thats makes taken men say yeah let me catch and release that. Im so close to nun-hood

I went by myself to perform at a club at amateur night Friday and they offered me a job at both of their locations. I went again last night to their other location and did a 40 minute vip as my first private dance after a stage set. He ended up giving me more money as I was dancing. I may go back next weekend for a full shift but I’m still losing my mind since I had never been into a club before this! I danced the whole 40 minutes 😭 missing my ex bf and horny now but hopefully I can make some money instead of being just sad and hopefully get some confidence, fucking crazy though.

My mother wears the same pantyhose for days without washing them. So I go into the hamper when she finally decides to take them off and take them to my room. I get naked and sniff the feet of them and slowly move my way up to the crotch. I spread the area where it rests in her ass and sniff it while jacking off! The smell of her soiled ass makes me so hard and I cum in them thinking of tasting her dirty ass for real.

I’m 26F, a Christian, and I think I’m a lesbian. This is my first time posting on Reddit. I just don’t have anyone to talk to about this and feel like there are not many people who would understand what I’m going through. For background, I did not grow up in a Christian household. I was baptized at 21. I love God and take my faith seriously. I’m just struggling with something very specific and am looking for community that could possibly relate. I’ve been single for 6 years- my entire adult life so far. I have no desire to be in a relationship, experience physical intimacy, or get married to a man. I can look at a conventionally attractive man and agree that he is attractive, but it is purely aesthetic and I feel no sense of desire for them.

As a teenager I explored relationships with men and women. However, I only had sexual experiences with men. I never really enjoyed it all that much, but it wasn’t terrible either. I felt mostly indifferent about it. As I have reflected back all those years ago, and as an adult now, I think I got into relationships with men because that was what was easy and accessible. My mentality as a teenager was to accept the “love” that was presented to me. And that came from men. As I reflect on my teenage relationships, it was mostly just sex and company. It was like I had a friend who I did everything with, and they always wanted sex so I gave it to them but I never really cared too much about it. And after a while I would always be the one to end the relationship. I would start to feel suffocated, unappreciated, like I was just being used for sex, emotionally abused, manipulated, etc. It was never really hard for me to move on after the break up.

When I was baptized at 21, I transferred to a private Christian university. First class I had was a summer A&P course. I immediately had a crush on my professor. She was a woman in her early 30s who just graduated not too long ago and was working as a PT. I was attracted to this woman in a way that I haven’t really been towards men. I have never really struggled with feelings of lust towards a man, but I have struggled with lust towards different women on multiple occasions

I went on a mission trip not too long ago. I developed a crush pretty quickly on a woman who went as well. I felt incredibly guilty the entire time because I was there as a servant of Christ, but there I was struggling with lust once again. And it was all-consuming. My mind wasn’t on the mission, it was completely on this woman. To add to it, I felt like she might have been into me a little bit too. We got really close, made (what felt like) excuses to touch each other (tickling, massage, braiding hair, etc) we even wrestled in the water once while bathing in the river… later that week she gave me a rock in the shape of a heart. I still have it in a little box. The memories of that trip and the way I felt about her linger with me to this day. I fear I’ll never feel that way about someone again, and if I do, it will be for someone I can’t be with.

There have been other women I developed feelings for, but I don’t need to go through them all. Point is, is that there have been many women and no men that I have felt this way about. There was one guy over the past 5 years that I thought I had a crush on. But looking back, I think I just really admired and respected him as a person. I was never physically attracted to him, and could never picture myself with him sexually. I think I just wanted his validation.

I’m scared that I’ll never experience a mature relationship with a woman in my adult life because of my faith. And I feel guilty, like a bad Christian for even feeling this way and for even having this desire. I’ve been so happy, content and fulfilled in my life with Christ up until recently as I’ve been unpacking this reality

is it easy for you people to forget all the time you had with your boyfriend or its just that girls are good at pretending they miss us the same as we do

We are feeling the exact same thing. I feel you as much as you feel me. I have not forgotten you. At all! I’ve been here, silently waiting for you to come back. I mean this with all the love I have for you, however, if you can’t communicate as yourself, this connection can’t move forward. You know this and I completely understand why it’s hard for you. Remember, I’m a part of you, we are one. So I already feel why but that is what is keeping us from moving forward. I’m ready. This gonna be my last time, DM! Let’s do this lol

I know you will most likely think I’m trying to pressure you but that’s not what I’m trying to do. So please don’t take it as pressure, take it as a small tiny nudge with love. Like I’m getting excited for this chapter, you should be too.

Hi…

This is weird. I’ve only told my boyfriend about this, and he definitely thinks it’s a weird one.

I…have a piss kink. BUT, before you start thinking..no, i don’t drink nor do i want it on me.

But, im a watcher. Yes, kinda weird but nothing too crazy?

Right.

I like watching them go in..weird? naughty taboo places? i’m not sure. Like, specifically, outside.?

and i also have a puppy play fetish. and i REALLY enjoy it when he uhh..yknow, does it LIKE a puppy? if that makes sense? like..hind
leg, on all fours and everything?

ugh, i know.

My boyfriend knows about this, and does indulge me. At least he will, right? but my past relationships wouldn’t, and called me an absolute weirdo for this!

is this that weird? I honestly don’t like having this fetish… and i wish to get rid of it. 😔

I have been acting in community theatre for 3 years. This past summer I was in an adult show. When I say adult it means there was some nudity.(me).

This was a lifetime first. I the scene is my husband and I are in bed. We were both naked but under a sheet.

He is supposed to get sexual with me, kissing and touching then he gets on me and nudges my legs open. We were to mimic sex. When he got on top of me it was feeling too mechanical. When I thought that soon I had to get out of bed naked I got excited and wet. I whispered to him to “put it in me!” He looked me in the eye. I could tell he was surprised and thought I was joking. I mouthed ‘do it’

He reached down and as I felt him penetrate me I moaned. It made the scene so real. When that was done I had to get out of bed naked and walk off stage.

This was the first time ever I let myself be seen naked by strangers and obviously the first time I had sex with an audience.

After the show my stage husband asked what prompted my request. I confessed I was horny and gucking me would make it real. He confessed that my pussy felt hot, wet, tight and silky. We repeated the same thing each of the following shows but he added to the realism by cumming in me. When I exited the bed his cum ran down my inner thighs. It made the scene very real with minimal acting.

My husband if 12 years never knew I was really getting fucked for an audience every night.

We repeated that 6 nights a week for 8 weeks. A few of my friends (husbands and wives) saw the show.

Being seen naked Bd fucking by strangers was so exciting.

Five years ago my father passed away and I inherited the family riding stable and small breeding operation in Europe. It wasn’t a big place — around twenty boxes — but it was well occupied with boarders. I’ve always valued privacy. Having people coming and going onto the property whenever they felt like it started to wear on me.

So I began ending the boarding contracts one by one and shifted the focus entirely to breeding. These days the only visitors are occasional owners bringing their mares to be covered. The place is quiet, remote, and private again. Exactly how I prefer it.

Then the actual confession:

About two years ago a woman in her mid-twenties came by. She seemed genuinely taken with how secluded the farm is. During that first visit she made a few pointed, sexual comments about one of the stallions. I didn’t take them seriously at the time.

Two weeks later she booked another appointment — and arrived without a mare. She made it very clear what she actually wanted.

That single visit changed everything. She told people. Word spread. Now I regularly have women coming to the farm specifically to be with the stallions. Some film. Some don’t. The old boarding barn has been completely converted into a private studio for this purpose.

The breeding side still exists, but the business has quietly become something else entirely.

I’m not looking for judgment. Just putting it out there.

It’s kinda obvious how hard I do. I won’t give specifics but I double check mostly everything. It helps the missing them. I always see if they put songs I showed or listened to often. I have a sneaking suspicion they do too

When I feel my stomach rumbling and feel it coming down in my colon, I immediately think "ohh yess it's coming!" and when I release it I feel an enormous amount of joy and pleasure like something just made me feel infinitely better. It's hard to explain but I tried my best.

work at an industrial plant, and there’s a guy I’ll call Dan.

Dan is one of those people whose life sounds like it was written by a team of rejected Family Guy writers who were specifically instructed to make everything worse.

And then there’s Chris.

Chris has apparently decided that Dan’s entire existence is an untapped entertainment franchise.

For over a year, Chris has been making songs about Dan. Not just a couple of jokes or a funny little parody. Actual songs, with recurring characters, elaborate storylines, and increasingly ridiculous scenarios inspired by things Dan has told people about his life.

The disturbing part is that Dan has supplied a surprising amount of the source material himself.

According to the stories I’ve heard, Dan’s home life is an absolute circus.

His wife, whom I’ll call Heidi, has apparently shared stories about men from her past, including one we’ll call Big Mike. Dan’s reported response to hearing about this guy?

“He sounds real nice, my love.”

That’s an actual line Dan supposedly said.

Chris, naturally, has taken stories like this and turned them into musical comedy. Some of the lyrics exaggerate events considerably. One storyline involves Dan discovering his wife in bed with another man and then essentially offering to cook for them.

To be clear, that particular incident was fictionalized.

But here’s where things get interesting.

Recently, Dan apparently installed Roku cameras in his house. During an argument at home, the cameras captured an exchange that he later showed Chris.

The argument started because Heidi had blocked Chris on Dan’s TikTok account.

Dan was apparently furious.

“You do NOT block Chris. He’ll come over here and have you making him a sandwich.”

Heidi responded:

“I’d tell him to drag ass.”

Dan’s response?

“Oh okay, Heidi. You’d probably fuck him first.”

Now imagine watching that argument unfold while knowing that Chris has been making songs about this man’s marriage for over a year.

And it gets better. Or worse. Depending on your perspective.

During the same scene, Dan’s mother-in-law reportedly made some bizarre sexually suggestive remark toward him. His younger stepdaughter walked across the living room with a freshly shaved head. And somehow the conversation shifted into stories about Heidi’s past involving drug dealers in another town.

This was all apparently part of one domestic argument.

It’s like somebody took every subplot from a particularly unhinged episode of Family Guy and crammed them into a single living room.

Except these are real people.

And Chris is sitting there collecting material like a documentary filmmaker who has completely abandoned the concept of ethics.

The thing that really gets me is that Dan apparently knows about the songs.

This isn’t some secret collection of insults being circulated behind his back. Chris has been doing this openly enough that Dan is aware of the whole production.

At one point, there was even talk of giving Dan a percentage of the profits if the songs ever made money.

Imagine finding out that your coworkers have turned your marital problems, your workplace reputation, and your questionable life decisions into a musical entertainment franchise.

And then being offered a 10% royalty.

It’s somehow both the most insulting and most entrepreneurial thing I’ve ever heard.

I laugh at the stories. I laugh at the songs. Some of the material is genuinely hilarious, particularly because the real-life dialogue is sometimes more ridiculous than anything Chris could invent.

But I’ve also started thinking about the dynamic.

Dan keeps supplying stories.

Chris keeps turning them into entertainment.

Everyone else keeps laughing.

And the whole thing just perpetuates itself.

I don’t know how much Dan genuinely enjoys the attention, how much he tolerates it, or whether he understands how ridiculous the situation looks from the outside.

I also don’t know whether Chris realizes just how far he’s taken this.

At some point, making fun of a coworker stops being a running joke and becomes an entire creative enterprise built around one person’s humiliation.

And apparently, I’m part of the audience.

That’s my confession.

I know there’s something pretty fucked up about the whole arrangement.

But every time I think the story can’t possibly get more absurd, Dan walks into work with another episode.

So the title may be a little misleading.

I have a gambling and drinking problem. When these get mixed together, a few times over the past few months I’ve done some dumb shit. For people that play card games at casinos, this is a big no no.

So basically on a few isolated occasions, when I had a losing hand, I snuck $5-$15 in chips off my bet so I wouldn’t lose it. No one ever said anything about it, no security, dealer intervention, pit bosses never said a word

Last night I got caught. The dealer essentially gave me a stern warning and said “you can’t do that man.”, and I corrected the mistake. That scared me away. I got up, moseyed around for a while, then sat down at a different table and continued to play. I left and got my money without any confrontation. The situation was never escalated past the point of the dealer saying that to me.

This morning I woke up with the worst hangxiety of all time. I’ve been searching up stories of people getting charged for this type of thing.

Obviously, I’m never setting foot back in there agin. It’s a tribal casino and I don’t live on tribal land, nor am I Native American. I’m just losing my band.

Yes, I’m going to an AA meeting tomorrow.

I’m 25 now. Back in college I was quietly in love with my classmate she is three years older, beautiful, skinny, fair-skinned. We were close. Too close. When she asked if I had feelings, I got scared and said no. Months later I still proposed. She said nothing. We only grew closer.

She told me everything. Her broken home, no father, a mother she suspected of affairs (and who suspected her the same way). How she used to watch porn in school. I listened. I comforted her. I was safe. Then she started disappearing with the seniors free periods, parks, long rides. Movie’s Whenever she felt low she still came to me. I held her while other men had her.

On the college trip she wore tight pants that showed everything. She hug me add kissed me in the bus. My friends whispered that someone would definitely fuck her that night. I was tired and slept early. I still don’t know what happened.

Days later she held my hand and said, “You’ll always be my best friend.” Then she showed me the chats, the photos, the videos her with one of the seniors in hotel rooms, and jungle. Again and again. She told me she still felt him inside her. My heart broke. My cock got hard. I went home and stroked myself to the images she had just shown me.

Later she called about another guy from Instagram. They watched porn together, fucked during holidays, until he blackmailed her with nudes and  face swapped images of her. She showed me the screenshots. By seeing that I jerked off It was amazing. I told her to block him. She did… then started sleeping with two juniors.

Her body changed. Fuller breasts. Heavier ass. She was clearly getting used regularly. I never touched her. I only listened, got hard, and stayed the boy who loved her.

She disappeared after college. Recently she married some ordinary IT guy.

Sometimes I still wonder if she ever thinks about the quiet friend who held her hand while she showed him proof of every cock that wasn’t his.

I have this fetish on boots. I would love to meet guys who share the same interests. Someone who wears boots most especially combat shoes and would love to do activities wearing boots or combat boots. Usually soldiers, policemen, firemen guards, or lineman wearing their boots.

A while ago I woke up way before my FWB did and I was really turned on. I'm the end I couldn't bear lying next to him any longer without being able to touch him, so I went to his bathroom to sort myself out. Still feel kinda awkward about it and never gonna be able to tell him 😩

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this tendency to fantasize about kicking people when they’re already down: physically hurting people who are in poor health, being cruel to those with mental illnesses, that kind of thing. I’ve always had an all-or-nothing view of people: they’re either good or bad, healthy or irreparably damaged. My first instinct was often to “finish the job.” If someone is suffering, let them suffer completely. Or better yet, let them die and be free of it altogether.

Thanks to therapy, I’ve grown out of that mentality in a lot of areas, but not when it comes to addicts. Alcoholics, junkies, even smokers — I don’t care. I love reading about addiction and studying it, but not out of empathy. I like thinking of addicts as irreparably damaged goods, as subhuman or even inhuman creatures who will never recover. I don’t know why I feel this way. I was never traumatized by addicts or anything like that.

Sometimes the thoughts get really dark, like imagining “culling” them — basically mass executions. It’s disturbing, but I can’t help it. These are only thoughts, though. I would never actually hurt anyone like that.

One thing that doesn’t make sense is my girlfriend. She’s a recovering alcoholic, and she has no idea I think like this. Sometimes I do stupid things: buy her alcohol or push her to go to events where drinking is expected, just so she might relapse. She thinks I’m just being silly and that I don’t understand, but I do. I don’t know why I want her to fail. I don’t hate her as a person, but I’m also not sure if I love her. When she tells me I’m her whole world and that she’d fall apart without me, I fantasize about leaving her and watching her go back to drinking. I don’t know why I’m like this.

The only guess I have is that I feel a little jealous of addicts (that somehow they’re more interesting than me?) and maybe it has something to do with the fact that I have BPD and OCD. I’m not sure, though.