I need to feel heard. My husband (early 40’s) and I (mid 30’s) have been together for 6 years, we own a home, our lives are combined, and I love him. We are the cool Aunt & Uncle type, not parents.
I don’t know where to start so I’m going to just dive in.
The older I get, the stronger, more fit, and hornier I become. I turn feral during certain phases of the moon.
He is always down to fuck, or just to eat for as long as it takes. There are other issues that get in the way of us not having sex as much as I want. For him, it’s mostly been his depression. It’s being addressed with medication that unfortunately lowers his libido. And his back pain from his job.
I’ve always been experimental, and he knows about my past. (open relationships, threesomes, kinky monotonous stuff too) His history is 3 women, one was his ex-wife for 8 years. He has been wanting to explore in his past, but has lived rather vanilla until me. He’s usually down for anything I suggest, but I fear he pushes himself in fear of losing me. I’ve seen it in the past, and I think he will ultimately resent me or view me as a cheater.
I’m not willing to risk our relationship. We’ve shared so much. Travelling, cancer & death in the family, new careers, giant familial changes, covid! I would choose to never have sex again before losing what we’ve built. This is the most stable life I could imagine for myself.
But he is getting so gross.
Married with children, king of queens, the brother in law from national lampoons Christmas type of gross!
And he knows it. He laughs about it sometimes. The burps, the “catching” himself chewing with his mouth open, the farting, the obnoxiousness, the nail clippings, the complaining, the bad breath!
I understand men can be gross. But I’m struggling to want this sniffing, whiny, acting older than his age man to fuck me!
I expect what I give. I stay clean, work out, put in the work, flirt, send weird sexy shit when he needs an ego boost.
I think it’s the approaching menopause that’s making me feral. I’m turned on by so many things throughout the day. And when my surroundings are dull, my mind gets to work. I’m on the treadmill thinking about the janitor and an alien Eiffel towering me in front of the mirrors.
But I am struggling to be attracted to him.
I’ve worked in senior care, education, er, psychiatric wards, and retail. So I know how gross everyone can be. And finding someone you love is loving their dirty bits too. As I age I’m sure there’s going to be gross shit he has to do for me. I want to grow old with him, but not yet.
Is this a phase everyone goes through? Is it a straight white male with only brothers type thing? Am I just over analyzing a man trying to make me happy? Any advice is welcome 🙏

‼️TW: abuse, SA/grape‼️

TLDR: I shot and 💀 my grapist and no one knows except the police and the detectives that worked the case.

When I was 16, there was an older man at my church that was a well known regular and he always paid a little more attention to me than people normally did.

He came up to me one day after I stormed out of service because my mom had said something mean to me. From there on, I would tell him about the things my abusive mom did to me and at the time it felt like he was the only person that believed me. I was being raised by a single mom and didn’t know how to appropriately interact with men. I thought he was being nice. Obviously he took advantage of my naivety.

I ended up talking to this man for about 6 months. We would “sneak away” to a closet or empty room to “cuddle” when there was a break before the next service or group started. One day he gave me a tracphone to text him on, because my mom kept taking my cell phone away from me. Shortly after I started messaging him on that phone, he began to ask for explicit photos and videos, threatening to tell my mom that I was trying to get her arrested or something if I didn’t send them. Ofc it escalated to more serious threats of bodily harm or sharing my explicit photos with the entire church.

One night when my parents went on a trip and left me alone in the house, I snuck out and met up with him. At first I tried to go back to my house but he pointed a gun at me and told me to get into the car. We went to a motel and I saw him toss the gun onto the bed before he…yk. I’ll skip the details but you can assume what happened.

Afterwards, he turned away from me to get up and I somehow flung myself as hard as I could and managed to grab the gun and fired three shots directly at his head.

My mom knew what happened that night but only the detective and the cops knew that I had actually delivered the shots. I told my mom he did it to himself. Idk if she believed me but we don’t talk about it.

I haven’t told anyone (including my therapist) that he didn’t end his own life. I just never want anyone to ever picture me doing that. I’d be too painful I think for them and I don’t want to be treated like a kicked puppy.

This group is disgustingly obsessed with Incest and I’m shocked that the mods allow some of these porn filled plots disguised as confessions.

They can always be redirected to another sub but since slutty confessions is against incest posts they all flood this group with their dirty little “confessions.”

It’s gross and annoying but the rest of u fuckers get off to it.

For the last 15 years I have been the male talent in a love sex show. The show is a “warm up” act for rich swingers parties in Sydney, Australia. I work at least once per week and my friends and family don’t know about this fun “side hustle.”

My wife and I were at the Belfry, the hotel and golf complex just north of Birmingham. They have a very extensive sauna, steam room, solarium, wellness facilities. Weekday evening, not too many people about, we got out of the hot tub, showered and into the sauna again. No one else in there, we were just husband and wife chatting, I was sitting higher up on the stadium seating, she was one level immediately below me, sitting up. Bathing suits on, everything normal. The sweat is glistening on my wife’s chest and I playfully give her boob a quick fondle. Normally my hand is brushed away in situations like this, but tonight it wasn’t! I bent down and kissed her neck and at the same time slipped my hand under her swimsuit and fondled her breast, again no resistance, did the same with my other hand and cupped her large sweaty boobs, they felt amazing and her nipples we’re fully erect. Normally any sex play in public is quickly stopped by my wife and I’m told to wait until later, but not tonight it seems! I kiss her mouth and kiss down her neck and back.
My wife stands up walks to the glass door, looks out to the room immediately outside of the sauna that contains a large hot tub with two other couples in there, all four people with either their backs to us fully or partially. She looks at me, I look at her. I’m wearing loose fitting swimming shorts. I pull out my erection over the top of the shorts, she sits on my lap and pulls her swimsuit to the side and I enter her fully. We fuck passionately, I have my hands under her swimsuit on her tits as she grinds her hips into me. It’s amazing, we are both so turned on, the sweat is now cascading off us in the heat. We can hear the voices of the other couples who are just outside the door in the hot tub and anyone could have entered the sauna at any moment. Luckily they didn’t and we continued our sex session uninterrupted, my wife was soaking wet and started to moan a little too loudly, we both giggle and I playfully place my hand over her mouth, to want her to be more quiet.
After a few more moments, I can’t hold back any longer and I explode inside of her, as she grinds her hips into my groin to get the maximum about of my cock inside of her.
She stands up, re-adjusts her swimsuit as I put my cock away, both giggling like schoolchildren.
We get our breath back and after a couple of minutes leave the sauna, drenched in sweat and with jelly legs, go to the water fountain and try and re hydrate!
Great sex with the excitement of being caught, plus we must have also lost a few ponds that evening!!!!

Hey Reddit if this isn't the right subreddit for this type of stuff then I'm sorry but tell me where to post it please. I'm a 15 yo male and I do t know if I want to keep living it's not like I just want to kill myself constantly but just a thought in the back of my mind. I've felt like this for a little while, and don't know if there's something wrong with me or not but I don't know what to do. I mostly feel this way because of things that have been going on recently in my family and because my eczema has been the worst it's ever been in my entire life, my entire body is covered in it and effects my self confidence and what I can do, I just feel that the only way for it to go away is if I were to pass away. But also when I'm happy I'm really happy like I said before it isnt a constant thought. Idk thanks for reading my rant if this isn't the right place please tell me. I also made a post before but I think it got taken down.

First thing please excuse my weird english as i am Swiss-French and wrote that spontaneously and didn’t want to use AI to correct my mistakes.

I am pretty much terrified about what happened right now and I hope i wont see him again for a long time as it is so embarrassing.
To sum up, I (F20) am studying in France right now in a lovely student city. I have always been pretty shy and call but since last year i have been introduced to a pretty much crazy student Life. I party like 2-3 Times a week and I honestly love it. I feel much more Alive now than i used to when i was younger. Especially because of my parents being very strict. Anyway, I have this cousin (M28) who lives like an hour from my place and who had to come in my city for two days because of work. We have been to a few parties together lately with other cousins of ours, so we had a cool relationship and was a person i thought i could trust. As we were chatting on snapchat one day he told me about this work trip that he had to do and i proposed him to stay at my place since he had to stay overnight and that we could go grab a few drinks outside. I was really looking forward to it as I love going out in bars now and chat and meet new people etc.

Moving forward, the day arrived. We met in the early evening, he left his luggage at my place and we headed to a bar outside. We had a few drinks and then moved to another bar with music and had actually a very nice evening. We were talking a lot about our family and how we felt about our lives right now, how we both evolved despite being shy when we were Young etc. Our conversation were very deep and meaningful and we had fun. I felt very close to him in an émotional way at that point.
Heading back home being quite drunk, we he to share the same bed as i obivuosly live in a tiny studio being a broke student. I was fine with it because as i told you he’s my cousin and i trusted him.
As we got in bed we kept talking and laughing as we had a very fun night at the first place and we got to know each other even better. Since i have a small bed (double bed but not very big) we were very close and our bodies were very close to each other so we always accidentant touched each other but it was fine.
At some point we opens the conversation about our relationships and about love in général. I have never had a boyfriend despite a 5months relationshio when i was 15 but as i said i became a party girl over the past year and i had a few hook ups with guys and i liked it as i am really discovering a new life that i didn’t really have before. I am pretty open, but it was definitely my mistake to tell him…
As we were talking about that i felt his foot rubbing against mine. He apologies but i say its okay as we are very close in the bed i didn’t Think of it as a sexual thing at that moment. So he continues and even dared to stroke my bare leg with his hand. It was weird but still okay.

Then he mentioned his sexual life and the fact he hasnt gotten laid in about 1.5 years because of work and also because his previous relqtionship that destroyed him back then. He talles to me deeply about that and i kinda felt bad because i remembered him being deeply in love with that girl but always thought she was a bit „too much” for him.
Our conversation becoming more intimité he rubbed my feet and legs even more and even started to feel my belly under my t-shirt. I knew he was hard as a donkey at that point but i found it funny and just liked to gang out with him like that. It felt still okay at that point.

He asked me if it was okay IF he touched my belly like that. I Said yes. After a minute of silence he asked „Concretely, where is it okay to out my hands?”. I said i don’t know. (Remember that i was still a bit drunk. I still appreciated his Company, but i was obiviously not turned on at all, especially because he is my cousin and not my type at all).
He keot rubbing my belly and legs as i started a casual conversation to lighten the mood.
Another minute late he told me straight „Is that okay if i touch your boobs”.
I said okay but that I couldn’t do anything sexual with him as we were cousin and i didn’t want to. As im a little bit in my slut era at the moment i still felt it is okay if he just grabed my tits a little bit. Which he did…not only he grabed both of my bonkers with his hands but all of a sudden pulles up my t-shirt and started to kiss them and blow them. At that point i just have up and asked what he wanted exactly and that i didn’t want to have sex with him. If he wants to jerk off then do so but nothing more than that.
He replied that he didn’t want to force me to anything but that he hasnt seen a naked girl in a year and half and that i am just so sexy that he’s willing to pay me 800€ right now if i would strip naked and let him touch me all over my body. He insistes on no sex and just touching.
I hesitated for like 20 seconds but then thought that he was already face deep in my boobies and i dont really care being seen naked so i might as well get the 800€. I accepted….
He immadiately took his phone and crédites 800€ to my bank account. As a student living alone in a big city this is obviously a lot of money for me so i was happy. I then asked him, so how do you wanna do that ?
He asked me to strip fully naked and to turn a light on so that he can see me. So i stripped and turned the light and saw his face like he was in heaven. When the light was on i realized a little bit what i was doing, but still. I didn’t want to stop as i gave my word, i was like l’est just give him this moment and not talk about it anymore. It was like 2-3 in the morning already so hipefully tomorrow it will only be a weird memory nothing more. He got naked too and went on my body, Grabing and kissing my tits for a while. He then went down on my pussy, smelling it and kissing it as well. Usually i love cunnilingus but this Time injust hope so badly he wouldn’t start to lick it. Hipefully he dis not but i notices he started to jerk off when smelling at my pussy. It was embarrassing because it was probably very smelly after such a long day and night…. He now had a full control over touching my body while openly masturbating (Even though it wasn’t part of our contract). I know guys a little bit now so i knew he would want to jerk off at some point because of all the touching so i Said nothing. He looked me in the eyes and told me sth like „i know you’re my cousin but you’re so damn hot” and „I could give you everything if you let me do that again”. He started to kiss my neck and then i asked if he wanted to go on my ass as i started to feel really weird and it was a way to get him further me. So i turned around on my belly and exposes my ass to tik for the first Time. He had no more inhibition right now and told me that my „fat ass” is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his Life. He put both his hands on my ass cheeks and started to kiss them, bite them. He even looked into my anus…. He loved my ass so much that i even started to fall asleep as he really took his time to enjoy it to the fullest. I wolę up when he started to play the banjo with my cheeks. He played some random songs like We Will Rock You and asked me if i recognized the rythm. Which was probably the weirdest but at the same Time maybe funniest moment in my life. I have to give him that, he can be really funny. I told him that i was falling asleep so asked him if he could cum now and that he could use my ass if it helped. this made him mental. He gave me a few double slaps on the cheeks and started to jerk off super hard that it took hime like 10 seconds to cum all over my ass. He told me once again while coming how my body felt. He cleaned his mess with some tissues and have me a last kiss and slap. I fell asleep fully naked and remembered that he was spooning me over the night grabbing my tits and ass and pussy. He negociated a handjob for 200€ in the morning which i have gim before we both had to live. This Time, he made a nasty comment on my boobs while cumming.

It has been a week now since it happened and is till can’t get over it. I wouldn’t call it a trauma as the while thing felt okay-ish in the heat of the moment, but afterwards i just think i regret to have agreed to that as i feel weird, disgusted and i dont wanna see him and look in his eyes ever again. I will probably have to see him for christmas and im freaking out…..

I (22F) live with my parents and dad works at finance firm. She (47F) is artist and on the successful side of it. She met this guy over 4 years ago during some exhibition or something. She calls him her creative partner and they have this long calls every other day. She is often topless at home and it has been norm for me and dad but never around someone else.

So when she gets the video calls she puts on a top before answering. But only when dad is home. Otherwise she'll directly answer it and sit with the laptop in her lap on sofa discussing things. I have never heard them talk anything vulgar or questionable but it feels weird. The guy is straight, about 7-8 year younger than her and has a wife.

As the title says me and my partner love swap our nsfw pics with other couples! It’s such a huge turn on for us! Anyone else feel this way?

Im 22m.

When I was 18 I was with a friend who was 15 (im calling him Tom) and told me while were hanging out that he had nudes of someone I was friends with and her sister. The older sister was someone who I was friends but not super close with. She was close to my age so I figured there’d be no harm in at least seeing the photo. Tom also mentioned her younger sister who was a little older than he was. I figured she was 16 because my friend was 15 and the younger sister was one grade level above him. He sends me the photos and I saved them to my phone. 2 days later I felt horrible and deleted them. I bashed myself for it back then and moved on with my life. A year later I found the younger sister on Facebook as a people you may know suggestion. I checked her page and was disgusted to see that she would have been 15 at the time I had the photo of her. I again bashed myself and moved on again for another few years before just 2 months ago remembering the incident again, now this time im having a hard time forgiving myself for it.

There is no excuse for it. Sure I didn’t know how old she was but I should have known better than to risk it by accepting the photos from my friend. Whether I even deserve forgiveness is up for whoever, but I have lived the last 2 months feeling so much shame and remorse over what I did and it’s eating me alive. I truly want to get help from a therapist but am scared that I may be reported for it. I’ve got a mum and a younger brother that I need to be there for and take care of and am scared of losing them. I just want closure for this. I also understand the severity of what I did and I feel that I would have to let a potential girlfriend in the future know about this. I want to meet a woman and have a nice life, but I feel as if a story like this is something that she will need to know.

Please, I truly want to get help and move on from this for good.

I feel sick to my stomach typing this. I never wanted a single penny from this woman and now I’m terrified I’ve walked into a complete nightmare.

For the past three years, I helped my 78-year-old neighbor, Evelyn. She had bad knees and lived alone, so I’d shovel her walk, carry her groceries up teh porch, and sit with her on Sundays drinking black coffee so she wouldn’t be lonely. I loved her like my own grandma. Her two adult kids lived forty minutes away and literally visited twice a year.

She passed away in her sleep two weeks ago. Yesterday, her estate lawyer called me into his office. Evelyn updated her will six months ago and left me $30,000 to "pay off those damn student loans." Attached was a note from her strictly telling me not to say a word to her kids until probate cleared, writing: "They only love my bank account, don’t you dare give them a dime."

today her son cornered me by my mailbox, red-faced, accusing me of "coaching" his mother and demanding to know where her savings went. I stood there shaking, played dumb, and said I had no idea.

I haven’t touched the money. Part of me wants to just give it all to them so they leave me alone, but another part of me feels like that would be betraying Evelyn's last wish. Am I a terrible person for keeping it?

I am genuinely shaking while typing this because I think I just ruined my best friend's life. He has been pouring his soul into making indie folk music since 2023. At the start, nobody was listening—literally zero monthly listeners. It was breaking my heart seeing him so depressed, so I set up four old phones on our home Wi-Fi on mute, looping his tracks 24/7 on Spotify, and created fake accounts to leave encouraging comments.

It wasn't huge numbers, just enough to get him a couple hundred monthly listeners and make him feel like an audience was slowly building. I only meant to give him a little confidence boost until real listeners found him. Well, two hours ago he called me sobbing tears of joy to tell me he put in his two weeks' notice at his corporate marketing job because his streaming numbers have been "so consistent for 18 months" that he's ready to take the leap.

I froze on teh phone and just congratulated him. I couldn't breathe. Half of his entire streaming history is literally my four beat-up iPhone 8s running under my bed. If I tell him the truth now, I destroy his soul and our friendship, but if I dont, he is going to drain his savings and end up homeless. I have never felt like such a monster in my entire life.

I posed recently about some struggles in dating and relationships and someone basically told me im wrong for expecting a S/O to do anything. So am I wrong? If im doing my part of the cooking, cleaning and other chores (even when she dosent) am i wrong for wanting her to give me like 20 min of her time instead of her spending all her free time playing video games neglecting our relationship?

I’m so confused. I (19F) have a boyfriend who i’ve been dating for some time (leaving out key details out of fear that someone I know may find this). I love my boyfriend so very much, he is physically attractive, kind, and caring. But I cannot finish without having to pretend he is a woman. I’ve dated women in the past but never got the opportunity to have sex with one, this is something I think about VERY often. I crave the touch of a woman so bad. I have only ever been attracted to lesbian porn, and in my current and past relationships I have never been able to finish from penetration. Not quite sure where else I’m going with the rest of this but I just had to get it off my chest it’s been bothering me for years.

Six years ago my dad (now 74) was complaining that he wanted to cancel his print newspaper because it got too expensive. Reading it with his coffee every morning is basically his favorite part of the day, so I called the paper, set up a subscription in his name and paid it with my card. Then I printed a letter that said he was the winner of a "loyal reader prize" with a free subscription and mailed it to him.

He was so proud. He told the whole family, told his friends at the bakery, I think he even mentioned it to his doctor. Every year when the renewal comes I just pay it quietly and he gets his paper like nothing happened.

The problem is it's gotten bigger than I planned. Last month he said he wants to write a thank you letter to the editor for "taking such good care of their old readers". He also tells everyone the paper must have a really generous owner. I had to stop him from calling their office to ask if he could tour the printing place as a "prize winner".

I don't regret it, honestly. It's maybe the best money I spend all year. But I have no idea how long I can keep this up without him finding out, and part of me feels a bit weird that his favorite story about himself is something I made up.

Even if it's been years, they don't know it.

Recently, things started to come up to the surface, so I've applied to start therapy and not told them about it either. I do need therapy since men can easily coerce me into things, and I think it's the result of the SA

I’ve been sober for 18 months. My life has improved. I’ve lost a ton of weight. I’ve gone back to school. Earlier this week, my son who’s five. Went to grab the coffee pot. He wanted to get some for my wife. He climbed up, grabbed it l, dropped it, glass and coffee were everywhere. We were out of coffee and so I made my wife the last cup with our french press. She came back from kid drop off with coffee, she handed it to me. It shouldn’t have set me off. But it did. I make her coffee everyday and bring it to her in bed.

Today, I tried to wake the boys up. They never get up for me. They always get up for my wife. I got one up, and made him waffles. He got up and the dog ate his waffles. I was making coffee, lunches, laying out outfits. I got the kids to school. When my wife comes down stairs she sees that the dog peed (the little dog, not the waffle dog) on the floor. She looks at me and yells at me “you’ve gotta watch them pee”. I raged out. I went off on her.

I spend six out of seven days of the week going to meetings like CR, AA, Bible study groups working three part time jobs. I know that one drink will set off a sequence of events that will lead to an epic relapse and ultimately my death. But knowing that, I have the strongest urge in the world to drink this morning. Of course, im not going to. I have my program, and it works. I don’t need to be told to go to a meeting or call my sponsor.

It’s just that I did so much wrong in my active drinking. With this, I just wanted to be seen as a normal person who just feels unseen.

- We constanly bicker and complain at each other about things like politics or current “big things”

- Theres always something to complain about like someone can’t get everything right

- we can never find mutual ground no matter how hard we try

- bullies exist and so do worse people (rapists, pedophiles etc)

- billionaires are inherently evil (name me one good billionaire)

- money can control lawsuits (the steak casino incident)

- lawyers can get pedophiles and rapists lessened sentences

- we need money to basically survive and if we don’t have money we might as well be dead

- wars are started over politics or religion leading to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of innocent soldiers

I’m a 16-year-old girl, and this started sometime during my freshman year when I liked a guy. At first, it was subtle, like posting food pictures, filtered selfies, and random photos that weren’t mine. It got worse this past summer when I started talking to someone I wanted to impress.

I have a main Instagram account with around 2K followers where I post actual pictures of myself, but I also have a spam account with around 40 followers. On there, I post pictures of food, friends, and bodies that aren’t mine, mostly on Close Friends, hiding almost everyone I know in real life.

The weird thing is that my main and spam are connected, so to the naked eye, everything looks pretty normal. It’s basically half me and half not me, and I feel like nobody would be able to tell the difference. My main makes my spam seem more believable because people can see that I’m a real person, even though some of what I post on my other account isn’t my life at all.

About a month ago, I was doing this specifically to impress a guy I was talking to, but now I’m not even talking to him anymore. I’ve caught myself doing it just for fun with people on my spam who I barely even talk to. I think part of it is that my life feels boring sometimes, and this gives me an alternate reality where I can pretend to have the life I wish I had. The attention is addicting, too. Sometimes, just knowing someone viewed my story gives me a dopamine hit.

I genuinely want to stop, but it’s become weirdly addictive, and I don’t understand why I keep doing it. I’ve never seen anyone admit to something like this, so I’m curious if anyone else relates or if I’m the only one.

So, this is something I never thought much of until I mentioned it to my husband the other day, who was immediately weirded out. (I’m 41F if it matters.)

When I was little, my mom would take me to the homes of people and I had no idea who they were. I’d get put in another room and told to not touch anything, be quiet, and don’t come out until mom comes in and gets me. Different houses/apartments, sometimes a woman was there but usually just a man. Maybe a man and a woman but usually just a man. This was working class Flint in the late 80’s/early 90’s, with people My mom wouldn’t normally “associate with” - she was super judgmental about anyone who drank/used drugs/ had a junky home. She drank and did drugs herself, but became a born-again and was very holier-than-thou. I know she wasn’t like proselytizing them, she’s not like that at all. Plus I wasn’t supposed to tell my dad. Like, it does sound weird now, I just never thought of it and have no idea what was happening. I’d love if anyone shares their ideas. I had a pretty rough childhood with her (she’s diagnosed borderline pd), lots of my memories don’t make any sense.

This is maybe dumb confessions but l had a fantasy like some older or mature presence just takes care of me and hugs me ,saying like sh it’s okay and when l l feel insecure say you are being silly thats nonsense and comforts me and hug me whether l am good or not and maybe sounds little obsessed but text me much and calls me much,those dumb day dreams doesn’t go away and l know l feel insecure and l think people on offline or online possibly want just fun or lvst than really takes care about me as a person so l think that will never happen to me and l know l will never find someone so that’s kinda sad,because l don’t feel like keep going or there’s a reason but it’s probably another silly daydream and l may age like this alone and never find someone genuinely care about me.lol that’s may little sad,,..but this silly dream l can’t tell anyone so l just vent here

Before I was married I would talk to all kinds of people online.

Mostly sharing kinks and roleplaying.

Now I'm married and I've ended those nightly scrolls. But I'm so bored.

My husband works nights. So if I do get to text him, he doesn't reply. And he sucks at sexting which is something I enjoy. A lot. It feels like he doesn't even want to try. He just wants me to write him a smut to read. He says nothing to contribute. Just "yeah?... And...?... What else?"

Like where is your imagination? What do you want to do to me? Ugh. Even in regular conversation that's not related to sex. We just have nothing to talk about.

We're so different in so many ways. I feel alone in this marriage. I've been going on family trips with my family without him just to keep myself busy and not think about anything. I can't deny my body feels incredibly deprived. Whatever IDK. I guess my confession is that I wish I'd have a quickie with some randos I meet sometimes. And I miss texting strangers online.

Edit: God forbid people aren't compatible sexually after so many years.

I don't do only fans.

I don't want your DMs.

I just wanted to confess.

Goodnight.

M22 here, I met a girl (F20) on a sexchat site yesterday, shifted to snapchat, had a good enough convo, including nudes and videos. Really thought that it had high potentials of being the one long sexchat buddy. Everything was good until, I got on a call with her. So I have a tongue issue, the tip of my tongue is attached to the base of my mouth, I have an accent where I can't pronounce words like TOTMATO and TANTRUMS. Till today, there have been many instances where I have been bullied and made fun of because of this. But never had an experience where I get blocked while I'm on a call. Only because I have something that is beyond my control. I honestly feel so shit about myself rn. I need an F who could reverse this perhaps feeling perhaps?