I (28M, Indian) was working in Singapore a few years ago when I became good friends with one of my colleagues. She was 48, also Indian, a Singaporean citizen, married, and the mother of two sons (20 and 24) who were studying overseas. I was married as well.

At work, our relationship was always respectful. Because of the age difference, I naturally saw her as an older colleague—almost like an aunt. She was incredibly caring, occasionally bringing me homemade food and looking out for me in the way only an older Indian colleague can. She was attractive in a mature, graceful way, but I had never seriously thought of her romantically.

We often took the MRT home together after work, chatting until our routes separated.

One evening, around 5:30 pm, we boarded the North–South (Red) Line during peak hour. The train was packed. We ended up standing side by side, barely able to move. Since it was so crowded, conversation wasn’t really possible.

As the train swayed, the backs of our hands brushed against each other a few times. At first I assumed it was just because of the crowd. Neither of us moved away, and after a while those brief touches simply became part of standing there.

The carriage became even more crowded over the next few stations. Without really thinking about it, our hands ended up resting against each other more firmly as we steadied ourselves. At some point, almost instinctively, our fingers settled together in a loose grip for balance.

We looked at each other for a moment.

Neither of us pulled away.

Over the next several minutes, our hands remained together. The grip became a little more deliberate, and eventually our fingers intertwined. It happened so gradually that I couldn’t tell when it stopped feeling accidental and started feeling intentional.

We never spoke. Hidden among dozens of commuters, we simply stood there holding hands while the train continued through station after station. Every now and then one of us would gently squeeze, and the other would respond. It felt like a silent conversation that neither of us wanted to interrupt.

Eventually the train began to empty. As people got off, there was finally space between us again. Almost reluctantly, our hands separated. Even then, there was a brief hesitation before we finally let go completely with some last rubs of hands …

 I like to cum tribute my teacher I know it might be a little weird but that's my confession. I always thought my teacher was so sexy in class I would always get hard .  When I graduated I couldn't see her anymore. So I decided to look up her social media and I found her pictures. And they turned me on so much just from her face alone. I found about about cum tributes and I wanted people to tribute her but then I realized that I could be the one tributing her. So I did it I made a tribute for her my first one. And I got so hard just from her face alone and came so much in the tribute. And it felt so good cumming all over her pretty face. And now now and again I make tribute videos to her. And that is my confession.

what do you guys think?

went on a date with this guy . we sat in the car after just talking then he asked can we go to the backseat to smoke . after that he started rubbing on me , i told him “oh… i didn’t come to do that” . he said we don’t have to we are just getting comfortable . he started to play with my nipples i pulled away then he asked can he just suck them and then he will take me home . i said sure … he sucked my boobs then told me it’s only fair if i do something back . i said i thought we were going home he begged for something back . i jacked him off , he asked me to spit on it …. then kiss it … then suck it …. which i did …. til he came . i thought that was it til he started kissing on me and shoving his hand down my pants . “let me see if you’re wet” i told him i wasn’t . he started to unbutton my pants telling me to let him see before he takes me home . i grabbed his hands and said “im ready to go” . he insisted that he just wanted to see if i was wet or not … he pulled my pants down and started to rub me … kissing all over me … arousing me til i was wet …. “see i knew it” . then i let the rest happen …. i started to like … enjoy it . we went at it for a while … when we were done he simply said “im sorry i just couldn’t help myself” . the ride home was silent … i stayed in the backseat .

i feel like i should’ve just said no directly and none of it would have happened … when i told him i felt tricked he told me i wanted it . how wet i was . how i gave him head . how i was so obviously enjoying myself … it just makes me feel like he is right . i’m not calling him a rapist . i just feel like i could’ve set clearer boundaries . or made a bigger scene so there were no mixed signals . i know there were many opportunities for me to have deescalated everything .

once i started to relax and get into it i felt like maybe i was just nervous ? the date went well we were already texting before the date . but i normally don’t do all the way on the first date . idk i just wanted to get that off my chest …

I wish there was a man out there that just wanted to work, cook, clean. I could just be lazy, lay down, smoke, drink, hang out all day. I would paint, draw, read from bed and sleep. I just got to focus on being super hot, relaxing, making art…. Whata dream life.

So my husband has this truly disgusting porcelain lamp that his late grandmother gave him. It is this pale, fleshy pink color and shaped like a weeping willow, but it looks more like a bunch of melted fingers. its the first thing people see when they walk into our living room.

I have hated this thing for six years. I’ve tried to hide it behind curtains or move it to the guest room, but he always brings it back to the "spot of honor." It is his favorite piece of furniture because it reminds him of his childhood.

Yesterday I was vacuuming and I just... didn't stop. I hit the base of the table with enough force to send that finger-tree flying. It shattered into a million pink pieces on the hardwood. I even managed to squeeze out a few tears when he came home so he wouldn't suspect anything.

He spent the entire evening trying to glue the base back together while I sat on the couch feeling this ABSOLUTELY massive wave of relief. I should of felt guilty. I watched him sit on the floor for two hours with a bottle of superglue, looking devastated.

But every time I look at that empty spot on the table, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my soul. I’m a terrible person for destroying a dead woman's treasure, but I can finally breathe in my own house. why is this even a thing?

I (19m) have been smoking/vaping/dabing weed ever since I was 16. Ever since my first hit I've loved the feeling of the smoke going down my windpipe as I inhale. Its calming, even therapeutic at times. Exhaling is even better because I get to see the large plume of smoke be blown out of my mouth and it's cool. Sure, if I take to big of a hit I might be coughing for a few minutes, but the feeling the weed gives me is so worth it. Ive found out that no matter the strain, as long as it's an indica one, it all has the same effect. It calms me, makes me feel nice and relaxed. Like I can just sit down anywhere and enjoy life for what it is. I smoke weed almost all the time. Every day infact. Whether I'm skateboarding, fingerboarding or doing anything else, I smoke or vape almost anywhere and anytime. I also love to take walks at night and bring my bongs down to the local public peir. Theres something extremely relaxing about taking bong rips out near the lake while the cool night time breeze goes through my hair.

But my bad habit comes with a couple downsides. one is that one of my best friends doesn't even know I smoke and if she found out she would cut off contact with me completely. She is very anti smoke in general so doesn't even tolerate cigarettes. But there's times I wish I could tell her, but just can't, and it sucks major ass. I also have to find a partner who is comfortable with me smoking around them(I might have found one recently) because obviously im not going to smoke weed out of bongs or pipes outside where just about anyone could see. It also does cost me a pretty chunk of change to restock when I run out. But I don't smoke a whole lot(about an 1/8 a month while smoking daily) so its still kinda cheap. Also it does ruin my lungs. Im very well aware of this and do not care. I wake up hung over almost every day, as unhealthy as that may be. I get up at around 5 am to start getting ready for work. My shift starts at 7 and usually I feel better around 8 ish so it doesn't really affect my preformance at work. In fact my performance has been excellent according to my supervisors and other staff members at the wear house I work at.

recently I found out that it is technically legal for me to go in and buy weed from certain vape shops because my state hasn't put an age regulation on it yet surprisingly amd relys on the shops to set the age limit. And a few days ago I made my first weed purchase without having to have someone buy for me and I was ELATED. I bought some dab suace with menthol in it, and a joint that I enjoyed while walking through town late at night. And I couldn't stop smiling as I left the vape shop. And now that I know I can go in any time I like and buy what I need, who knows how long it will be before I decide to quit.

Thanks for reading my confession!

So that's how it went, I accidentally swiped left on this gorgeous woman I would have matched with and I feel so down. I am pretty sure we would have vibed well. I just can't get her face out of my mind. She was super hot too possibly the hottest woman for me. I feel so horrible. Feeling horrible since yesterday night.

I recently just started working at a new job, one of the best corporate companies to be at. Basically 80% of the higher-ups are millionaires because of tenure. My boss, Laura, is very haughty and considers herself superior to everyone who works in her department because of her wealth.

Last week i was asking Laura for the key to the compactor so i could throw the trash out. I noticed there was a pile of trash left beside the compactor so i asked if they needed to be thrown out too (i was offering) and she responded “oh you’re the new guy huh? Yeah we work as a team around here buddy.”
Mind you, im a grown man. Being called buddy by a stranger is already disrespectful but the way she said it was just condescending, i just brushed it off and went about my day.

Shortly after, I asked for the keys again and she rolled her eyes as if i’m not the newest hire simply doing my job. Btw this is a warehouse that has tons and tons of trash being thrown out daily. She opened the compactor for me and ignored me thanking her. I’m the quickest at doing trash runs so my department has me do it every time and I think the rate at which i made trash runs was annoying her.

Later on that day she went over to my department and announced “Why does _____ need the keys so much? Does he do anything else besides make trash runs all day?”
All my coworkers had my back and said no im just strong enough and fast enough to do it instead. After hearing their response she tried to laugh it off like she was joking but my coworkers could tell her comment made me feel ashamed.

3 days later i made another trash run and Laura was working. She said “you know what im just gonna make a spare key and leave it on my desk for you” and then she got up and left without giving me her key so I was just left standing there waiting. I noticed that she left her phone unlocked on her desk. Her desk is directly next to a bathroom so i took it and went inside.

I’m just gonna be straight up, Laura has massive tits. I’m talking about double H cups, light blonde bob-cut, and her ass is just decent.
I went straight to her photos and started looking. It didn’t take long for me to find her nudes, some videos, and other explicits. I recorded everything on my own phone.

I did all of this while she was gone and put her phone back like i was waiting the whole time. I even showed some of the pictures to a couple of my coworkers, I know what i did was wrong in many ways but honestly I don’t feel bad. Shes such a patronizing bitch she deserves to feel belittled the same way she does to others. I kind of hope she finds out that her staff has seen their boss completely naked. I crave seeing that embarrassment on her face.

Im a straight 35m have always loved women but recently I've starting watching Trans porn. Im wondering would it would be like to be with a girl who has a cock and what it would be like to suck a girl cock.

I thought I was straight but recently I developed a thing for masc girls.I was just watching But Im a Cheerleader and i wanted to f*uck Graham.i have no idea if this is normal for straight girls. I have tried all those Are you gay quizes on the internet.Am I just ovulating or is this my bi awakening?

Trying to leave my abuser so I’m thinking of selling nudes while he’s at work bc all the dv shelters are full and I am not getting calls back from jobs I applied for, I don’t have family or friends and hes been getting worse

I only have Cash App pls help, if you wanna donate I appreciate it or if you wanna buy nudes I appreciate that too.

Tldr; Hair fetish

So I am very attracted to women's hair. Especially if it's straight and glossy. Gotta say that I keep beating my meat to photos of girls and women with great hair. It's such a turn on for me. When I see women letting their hair loose it's an instant turn on. When I see a woman try on a hairstyle that suits her, that's a turn on. When I see a woman even have a ponytail, it's a turn on. But it only does work when it's not something extravagant or fake, only real hair, and real women with not a lot of extravagant makeup or anything. Not necessarily models, just real girls and women.

It's been this way for a long long time and always feel very compelled to relieve myself. It started when I was about 16 maybe when I would see this neighbor comb her hair. I would do anything to just be around her or touch her hair.

Is it just me or are there others who feel the need to JO after seeing someone with just great hair?

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26F here. i’m going to use code names for it all. this is a long story but i’ve finally got the balls to finally post this and let it all out, to try and free myself from the guilt i’m feeling and have been feeling for a while.

any judgement, advice, support, hate, give it to me. i want all sort of feedback as i know this is bad but i also need to know i’m not going crazy.

like i said, 26F. in 2011 i joined secondary school, where i met this guy called samuel. we were both extremely good at maths so we always stayed close. he was more of the nerdy type, and i was more of the “party animal”, if i should label it. this is anonymous so i have no shame to admit that i come from a well off family, so even at a young age i was in non school uniform day in my louboutin trainers, things like that, im still that kind of girl at heart.

we were polar opposites, but we both shared the same humour, and we stayed close. like i said this was also influenced by our shared love for maths. we stayed close through maths competitions, out of school and in school, we were the top performers in our year group. nothing happened romantically between us, until year 10, and we dated for around 7-8 months if i remember correctly. that doesn’t seem like a long time, but it definitely was for secondary school, he was my first proper boyfriend and i was his first proper girlfriend.

we broke up but things were amicable, i feel like we were quite mature for our age due to different things that we both went through in our personal lives at young ages, which definitely mixed some trauma bonding in there too.

at the end of year 11, i was hosting an end of year / after prom party at my house. samuel felt uncomfortable coming, as we were close but we weren’t part of each other’s friend groups. i urged him to come, and i told him to bring a friend if he felt that uncomfortable. so he did, he brought his friend johnathan with him.

i’d heard of johnathan over the years briefly, his childhood best friend from primary school, but he ended up going to a different secondary school in our town. me and johnathan really hit it off, we got on really well and we started dating, at 16.

like i said due to my maturity at my age, things moved quickly with johnathan. he was my first “time”, and i truly felt like he was the love of my life. and i did enjoy him being samuel’s closest friend, so samuel was very much still involved in my life even after school.

we got engaged very young, and we got married just two weeks before my 19th birthday. we both shared extremely old fashioned views, traditional views if you must. it was a gorgeous wedding, in a church, i honestly have tears in my eyes just writing about it. my parents bought us a house, and we were really happy. at my wedding, samuel was the best man, and he introduced his new girlfriend to us, called amanda.

amanda came along to the wedding as a plus one, and she even met samuel’s family at the wedding too (that’s how deep the familial ties are between samuel and johnathans family, as well as samuel and mine).

but a few weeks after my wedding i made a huge mistake. i slept with samuel. i can’t remember much of it, and johnathan never found out. it was a drunk mistake, i was just 19. i called the “affair” off, i didn’t want to pursue anything else, i had just married his best friend, and id never slept with anybody else apart from my husband up until that point.

my marriage was good, really good. people thought we wouldn’t last because of our age. we’d go clubbing together, go on late night drives. we had our ups and our downs, we were serious, jokey, i truly felt like i’d spend the rest of my life with johnathan (think you know where this is going).

just three years after i got married, samuel and amanda were getting married. at this point me and amanda didn’t really get along. she knew about me and samuel dating back in school (as did johnathan, but he didn’t care and certainly wasn’t threatened by samuel). i’m not sure if amanda was threatened, i don’t know what it was, but we just didn’t gel at all.

backtracking now, around a year after i got married, i personally got into some trouble legally. i made a big mistake, and i still regret it to this day. my husband stood by my side, and samuel supported me and my husband too. who didn’t? amanda. she urged samuel to stay away from us, more particularly me.

samuel didn’t listen to her, maybe that’s where her grudge against me started, i’m not sure.

like i said, they ended up getting married, and things were okay. we did double dates, and when me and amanda did get along we actually went abroad to turkey together, on a couples holiday. it was really fun. and i never thought about the mistake me and samuel made years ago at this point, it didn’t affect me.

i never wanted kids going into my marriage. but to cut a long story short, typing this now ive miscarried three children, with the second time being twins. i’m not going to write a lot on it as it’s still raw and i think even now im not quite sure how to grieve.

after my miscarriage with twins, me and johnathan couldn’t do it. we’d moved into a big house next door to my parents, i’d been a maths teacher for a few years at this point, business was going well for johnathan with him co-owning a restaurant and bar with his parents. things were really good in that aspect, but neither of us could move forward having to grieve yet again, and this time it being with two babies.

i miscarried in the february, and in the august i filed for divorce. it sounds silly but i moved out (next door to my parents’ house). at this point samuel and amanda had moved up to edinburgh, a job opportunity had come up for her. we didn’t speak much to them at this point, i think johnathan and samuel did speak, but my communication with both of them was very limited, naturally. and i couldn’t stand amanda to be fair.

in the october, i was back in the house, and johnathan had leased a terraced house nearby. i still had love for him, you can’t just turn your love off like that, he was my husband, my world.

what happens next i do not want to be judged for. i was young and naive, and i grew up to trust and commit myself to my husband.

after my legal trouble years ago, an investigation was launched on me and my husband. i don’t know the ins and outs even now, but they were thoroughly investigating the finances of me and johnathan. it wasn’t good at all. like i said i was naive, if my husband told me to sign a letter, i signed it. i didn’t know any better, and i never was given a reason to not trust my husband.

in the same month, october, we were “caught”. multiple counts of fraud, tax evasion (him, not me), fraud on our mortgage etc. we were getting divorced at this point, but legal proceedings were put on hold.

i’m looking back at what i’ve written and it’s a lot so im going to try and wrap this up. we both pleaded guilty in april last year, and in july we were both sentenced.

i didn’t get any prison time, just a shit tonne of money to pay back, it was awful but i take full responsibility for it. johnathan was sentenced to prison for almost 4 years.

this was so tough for me, i was divorcing the love of my life because of a tragedy, and it now feels like i have to grieve someone im not allowed to grieve, all over again. his sentence began last september, and our divorce finalised two weeks later at the beginning of october.

but in the midst of all this, last january (2025) the school i work at announced there was a new maths teacher joining. i had no communication with samuel specifically since before id filed for divorce.

but, he was the new maths teacher. he’d split up from amanda the same month id left johnathan. this is where my memory / what id been told goes blurry. i don’t know if johnathan knew, if he did im confused on why i didn’t know, there’s still a lot of question marks regarding that period. but, i was too focused on trying not to put myself in prison if im being honest, the idea of it now even makes my hairs stand.

samuel seemed to be doing well, we got quite close again quickly, now working together. it was awkward at first sure, he told me about his new girlfriend from america (he’s big on american basketball, i think he met her there). he was at a good place in his life, even if he was back in his hometown living with his mum.

18 months since samuel has come back into my life, working alongside me, we’ve even introduced a new course together, we do well together, but… it comes with a price.

he goes and sees his american girlfriend quite often, during most half terms, she seems sweet over facetime. that’s my problem, ive spoken to her and she seems so sweet. and yeah, as you guessed it, me and samuel must’ve really missed each other, and i feel so guilty about it. he’s in america right now with her, but he’s still messaging me, facetiming me when she’s at work.

i hate it, but i can’t stop. sometimes i wish i married him instead of johnathan. but also sometimes when im “intimate” with samuel, i close my eyes and think of my ex husband.

i feel like such a piece of shit when i think about it, when i talk about it with samuel, even writing this now. johnathans nearly a year into his prison sentence, samuel’s poor girlfriend is super happy with him, and i feel like such an ass.

i’m with samuel every working day, our classrooms are across the hallway from each other. he even walks me to my car now. i’m so filled with guilt, but the want fills me up so much more and i hate it.

i’ve missed out so many details on here so i apologise if this doesn’t make sense, but i already feel like such a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

I know that sounds crazy and all but let me explain. So for starters I have this fetish thing where I like kissing and licking glass and stuff.

One day my brother made me so mad and frustrated and then later that night he left with his friends. I then went into the garage to grab something to drink and then a thought went into my head. Nobody else was home.

So I decided to take the opportunity and I jump on his car (super nice frs) and I just making out with the car windshield. I started to masterbait on the glass and then i finished after like 15 minutes. So yes i busted a nut on the glass and then after the post nut clarity kicked in.

I started to feel like shit after word but the main reason I did this was to get back at him but also to because I was in the mood. I cleaned up as much as could then I went into the house and he never found out. Am I a bad person for doing this?

So for context, I had gotten involved in the social platform Discord for a very long time years ago when I was about 10 or maybe nine I had met some people through a mutual friend one of These people we will call WW was really kind to me but a little possessive as we grew closer and closer he started opening up to me however, W had some major problems that he said that I stopped him from doing multiple times like drinking and self harm. It had been a castle to deal with. I loved him very much, but I was a young girl, and he was in his older teens. I figured that I was in love with Him he was concerned for me even though he said things like 

“I’m sorry I haven’t stuck in my mouth.”

I was 10 maybe nine I can’t remember at this point but here’s where things get truly fucked up. We had a couple mutual friends and we all had gotten pretty close but one morning everything changed. He said he wanted to talk to me and little. Did I know this would affect me so much more than I thought it would. 

At first, I had thought that it would be one of our normal talks. You know me, talking him through it all and making jokes with him and him sending me memes.

But nope, I was so fucking wrong.

He was accused of raping a girl. At school, he begged me not to tell anyone and he begged me telling me that he was innocent and that he hid this from me because he didn’t wanna lose me. Obviously I was so fucking upset in that moment I didn’t know what to do and Ray Pat always been wrong in my book and I couldn’t believe that he had the balls to hide this from all of us

Most of my friends were older, even a 20 year-old and they believed that he was innocent. I tried to tell him that this isn’t normal and that he did some pretty messed up shit to me, but they didn’t listen and I had gotten so mad that they weren’t doing anything or at least looking into it. I had gave W an ultimatum that either we would look into it and see if he was really guilty or innocent and if we didn’t, we would stop being friends because I didn’t wanna associate with that.

But then I just snapped one morning and got rid of everyone that didn’t help me in that moment because he was guiding me for support and I was still in elementary school. I didn’t know what was wrong with that relationship. After all he was so much cooler and older. 

AA few Years later, one of my friends had messaged me suddenly telling me that he was dead. He had killed himself by suicide. However, the reason he was still active is because his cousin took over the account however, I didn’t believe that and part of me believes that I’m responsible for his possible “death.”

I just don’t know what to do anymore. I know he’s bad and I know I shouldn’t feel bad and truly I don’t, but I can’t live with myself knowing that I might be the reason he took his own life.

Hi I’m looking for an sd or possibly a sponsor to help me finish college.

I’m hopefully going into my junior year and I’ve been paying for school on my own. I have three jobs and have been able to keep up until this previous semester. My parents refuse to support and won’t co-sign loan, and I don’t have anyone else who can. My scholarships help a little, but they don’t come close to covering my out of state tuition.

Right now, I need to pay off my Spring 2026 balance so I can re-enroll this fall. I only have two years left, and I’m determined to finish my degree.

I know the most practical advice is probably to take a leave of absence or transfer, but I’ve thought about those options already and I’m really hoping to find a way to push through and finish where I am.

I am desperate, please anything helps.

Been married 12 years. Discovered I am submissive AF in 2020, husband is not dominant and not interested in being so.

I've carried on my share of emotional affairs, I had a Daddy for a year and got my heart broken. I swore I'd never do that again

Well.

Uh.

So about that.

I thought I was making a friend, and here I am with a crush. He just called me a good girl and said he was proud of me and I think I'm just going to melt.

And yet no one can know. Not a single person in my life.

Ahhhhhh!!

I feel as tho I am a horrible horrible person. To make a long story short I sexted with a 14 year old freshman when I was a 16 year old Junior (Although I am withdrawn due to stomach issues) and now I feel as tho I am evil. The age gap was 2.3 years the fact I would have been 17 for 4 months before she was 15 disgusts me and makes me hate myself. I have continued to hurt myself and have been coming closer and closer to killing myself.

My SIL has these giant udders that I just can’t take my eyes off of and can’t get off my mind. She drives me nuts everytime I see her. She recently had baby #4 and her boobs which were already big are even more glorious. She isn’t afraid to pop a tit out and breastfeed around everyone bc a) we are family and b) I just don’t think she cares if anyone sees. I absolutely love it. I love being around when she pulls that tit out. Her body is like the perfect amount post pregnancy where she still has some thickness to her and her tits are just overflowing. I’ve seen her topless and seen her ass. Her ass is meh but those bare tits, omg. Ungh I can’t get her off my mind and she’s been driving me bonkers lately!

Let me just put this out there, I’m not debating making a move on her and fuck up my life but she makes me pump my cock so hard and horny for her 🥵🤤

My gf is so ugly I can't stand her anymore.no matter what she does she is always be ugly in my eyes. It's been 4 years and I was convinced that I love her anyway but her ugly face bothers me all the time. She is getting annoying and annoying everyday because of how ugly she is. I don't know how to break-up with her man. I just wanna run away from her but ik she would make hella mess if I try to leave her. I got no option but to stay with her with a heavy heart.

Been with wife for long time now and back then she was a virgin. Sex was always good, slow at start and great once she will open although she is quite retained.
Very rarely she would open properly and let herself fuck and take it like she should and be open about it.
Few months ago, while having sex she confessed she would be interested at least in how it would be to have sex with another men. I was initially in shock but I can understand she never been with anyone except me. I asked her where is this coming from, somehow aroused but mixed feelings and she told me that she had an appointment at her gynaecologist and that her old lady doctor left, and now it was a new guy, pretty hot. She felt strange at first at the thought of being naked in front of another man, but once there when she had to let her pussy out for the doctor to check she felt really horny.

I did not know how to tale this, hot but also mixed feelings, and agreed to share our story and some pictures of her with strange men. This is getting quite hot and she enjoys receiving messages and praises from strangers. We only agreed to do it here at the minute.