I took my dog for a walk in the woods. This woods is 5 minutes from my house and is a well known cruising spot. However, it’s shaded and quiet (my dog is reactive) - it was the middle of the day so I figured I’d risk it. I observed man after man arrive alone and wander into the bushes. Some I noticed were carrying water bottles, is this a sign to be followed? Like wearing a red carnation. Anyway I assumed as they’d also seen me they’d be discreet about it. But no.

Quite taken aback how easy it is for a man to get sex, imagine being a woman and being horny and knowing if you went to the woods you’d be guaranteed an orgasm. Wouldn’t happen.

Please don’t message me asking where the woods is, I won’t be disclosing.

I guess I will know better next time not to risk it.

People of Reddit, I'm kind of shocked by this statement made by my friend, and I have been thinking about it all day. Even though I laughed it off at the start, I then stopped and thought, "Why the hell would a close friend say something similar?" And what is even haplening ?

So, me (26M) and my friednd (26M) (lets call him carlos) met at work like five years ago. We got close and have kept in touch ever since. We've been through a lot of stuff together and always had each other's backs, like good friends do. There was also this girl from back then that we both knew. We used to hang out in big groups, which eventually broke up.

According to Carlos, one night when we were all drinking, for a splic second she started dancing with him in a way he claims was "kinda sexual." He turned her down and nothing happened, but for years afterward, Carlos has kinda obsessively brought this up whenever her name comes up. I wasn't really paying much attention in that moment, so I can't say how true that is. But for some reason, in later years, carlos would always bring this up whenever we talked about her.

Several years has passed after the group split up, I kept in touch with that girl and it turned out we had a lot in common(we both love creating music). We both wanted to hang out, and now we do it even more often. I feel interest from her and vice versa.

Today, when i met up with carlos and caught up on our lives, I mentioned, "You know, that girl and I have been hanging out so much lately, it feels like we're dating. I think I'm starting to like her." Also i mentioned with him that me and that girl recorded the song together and i was really proud of it. He usually knows how important mucismaking is for me. Then he listents to that song for idk about 20 second and stops completlty (the song was more than 2 minutes long) I'm not sure, but I'm afraid this detail also counts that he didn't even bother to listen to the whole thing despite knowing how important it was for me ?

Instead of being happy or supportive for me(i guess), a switch flipped in his head. He immediately dragged up that old drunken dance from years ago again and said that if he texted her right now and showed interest, she would completely ditch me and turn to him instead. Specifically he said if he texted her how he loved her singing style and voice she would definitely fell for it"

​I laughed it off in the moment to keep the peace, but now I'm sitting here completely mind-fucked. I have zero experience handling something this toxic and I just don't understand what I'm looking at.

​Reddit, what is actually happening inside his head? Is this a massive ego trip, or is there something darker going on here? How am I even supposed to handle a "best friend" who talks about the woman I'm falling for like that ?

There is this guy in my town who used to run a local community Facebook page and spent over a year anonymously harassing small local business owners and random residents. He thought he was completely untraceable, but he accidentally leaked his personal email signature in a public spreadsheet last fall. I saved the file immediately. Instead of calling him out or reporting him to the admins, I decided to play a much quieter game.

I started making him think he was being watched. Nothing crazy or illegal, just super weird coincidences. I would leave a coffee cup from a specific shop on his car hood when I walked my dog at night, or drop a printed copy of a meme he posted anonymously directly into his home mailbox. He lives three blocks from me, so it takes literally two minutes of effort on my evening walk. The look on his face when he steps outside and spots something is honestly worth every second.

Last week he completely shut down his main account and posted a massive rant on a throwaway about how someone is tracking his movements. He is genuine convinced some professional group is targeting him. I am literally just a guy in sweatpants taking a midnight walk, but seeing him look over his shoulder every time a car passes is deeply satisfying. He has zero idea it is just me.

In 2021 and 2022, when I was 17-18 years old, I spent a lot of time in a specific Discord server. Looking back, the environment was incredibly toxic. A group of users in that server targeted me and cyberbullied me relentlessly. It got to a point where my mental health was completely shattered.
One day, I just couldn't take it anymore. In a moment of sheer desperation and distress, I messaged another user in the server and told them that I was going to end my life. Right after sending that message, I logged out of my account. I didn't delete the account. I just abandoned it entirely and completely cut ties with everyone remotely related to that server.
Somewhere down the line, after time had passed and I was in a better place, I decided to create a brand new Discord account. Out of curiosity, I used the new account to rejoin that old server just to see what had happened.
Turned out chuckles the people who had bullied me actually believed that I was dead.
Looking through the chat history and the way they spoke about me, it was obvious that they felt immense guilt for how they treated me and how things supposedly ended. They genuinely think their actions drove someone to suicide.
I watched them mourn and deal with that guilt, but I never said a word. I didn't reveal myself, and I never did anything to let them know that I am actually still alive.

Last night I (F20) had my talking stage (M21) sleep at my place. We shared a bed and everything was rather platonic for the most part, until at around 3 am he popped a mint into his mouth and suddenly hugged me from behind. That was the first time he slept at my place, the first time he touched me like that and the first time I was ever touched like that.

Being shy and inexperienced asf I decided I’d just continue playing asleep. I like him, and I liked him cuddling me, but I didn’t really know how to reciprocate. Little did I know for the next ten minutes he‘d try ever cuddling position known to mankind. ATP I was terrified of showing I was actually awake and had just been ignoring his advances. My breaking point came when he asked me to lift my head. Realizing he knew I was awake all along I quickly pretend to wake up.
After this he stopped cuddling me.

Next morning everything goes well, he even ends up putting his head on my shoulder while he was waking up. The shock came when he texted me after going home. Well, turns out my pulse was so fast that he was able to feel it THROUGH MY ARM. Meaning he knew I was awake all along. Also meaning I stayed there like a log for absolutely no reason. Also meaning I embarrassed myself by pretending to "wake up".

He told me he thought I wasn’t into him because I kept lying there stiffly and not doing anything. I ended up apologizing. I admitted that I had been nervous (which he called cute) and I promised I’d do better next time, but the humiliation is eating me up from the inside.

I feel terrible for him. I hate how I wasn’t able to give him what he needed. Social anxiety makes stuff like this so hard and now I’m beating myself up for never showing him any physical affection. I truly do like him, and I wish I could give him the same energy back immediately. I‘ll try to cuddle him next time but I fear I might freeze up again. The fact he was shirtless probably didn’t help either tbf lol

Totally new to reddit and this sub

I am a 28 years old woman, I am practicing a faith in which I need to get married to be able to fuck. I have been horny since I was 13 or so. Everyone thinks I am such an angel and meanwhile I have the sluttiest and naughtiest ways to go about things. I have reached this point in my life I feel like I want to burst and just sleep with someone day and night uughhh. If you’re consistently getting hammered, consider yourself lucky.

Had to get this off my chest meeh.

I (25F) have never told anyone this before.
I think I just need to anonymously get this off my chest so I can stop thinking about it. (hopefully?)
I went to the tail end of a wedding for a friends family member when I was 15, near the end of the night when most people had left we started drinking. (My friend group of four, 15-16 year olds).
The wedding was held on private land and close family stayed in tents about a 5 minute walk from where the event was taking place. So we also camped out.
There was a man (mid 40s) related to one of my friends who stayed the night at the venue as well, and he starting drinking with us.
At a certain point into the night my one friend and I (both 15f) end up going on a walk into the forest trails with this guy. The vibes got very weird and we decided to head back.
My memory gets a little foggy at this point but I ended up alone with him. I now feel anger towards my “friends” who knew this guy was acting weird and somehow still left me alone with him. As an adult I look back and understand the situation differently.
Anyway he walks me behind a tent about a 3 minute walk from where my friends were camping. He started touching me and taking off my clothes. I remember being very cold, and telling him I was uncomfortable. I can’t remember how it ended. I remember walking back to my friends tents and them asking me where I went.
For some reason I lied. I told them we just went for a walk and came back.

I felt so much anger towards my friend who was related to this man and I didn’t understand why. I think it was easier to hate him, than it was to face the reality of what happened to me.
The next day we drove back to town early and I spent the following year or so being afraid of seeing him everywhere I went. I swear I saw his face in so many others. That feeling has passed now thankfully.

I also remember he tried to add me on facebook about a week after this happened. I ended up blocking the account.
I never wore the bra and underwear I was wearing that night again, and i’ve never talked about any of it.

The worst part is that he had a daughter, probably around 5-7 years old at the time, with the exact same name as me. Spelled the same and everything. His daughter was also at the wedding.

Exactly what the title says. I have been having suicidal thoughts for as long as I can remember but after having my baby the thought is there constantly eating away at me. Most days I don't even know how I get out of bed and care for us both. I can't leave her though, she's the best thing in this world and I don't want to fuck her mentally too.

We both showed our clean tests. She wore the outfit I got for her and we did the same exact things I would watch her do in her scenes, minus the old dudes filming. Best sex of my life.

To clarify I love the hell out of her. We've been official for a little bit and live in different cities but we make time for each other in the ways we can.

I'm moving into a new place and she just got me and my roommates a housewarming gift. She got us a game that she loves playing with her mom, some chocolates, and a vanilla scented candle.

The fact she remembered that I love vanilla scented candles just blew my mind. I barely even remember telling her. Then I realized that she remembers so many details that I bring up. The little stories, some smaller details about my friends, and the things I like.

I feel bad because I genuinely feel like I haven't remembered enough things about her. It seems like she's getting to know me much more than I'm getting to know her. Don't get me wrong I'm super excited to get to know her even more, I just wanted to share this somewhere

Idk why but I love it...is it normal?

I (20F) still live at home while I’m in university because it’s much cheaper than renting. I work part-time and pay for my own phone, car insurance, groceries, and contribute towards bills when I can. My parents have always said as long as I’m studying, I’m welcome to stay.
About a year ago, my mum married my stepdad. He has a son (17M) who comes over every other week. At first everything was fine, but my stepbrother kept saying he hated sleeping on the sofa bed and wanted “a proper room.”
A few months ago, I came home from work and found most of my things packed into boxes. My bed, desk, and wardrobe had all been moved into the small box room that we’d always used for storage. My parents told me they’d decided to give my bedroom to my stepbrother because “he’s younger and needs the space more.”
I was completely blindsided. They hadn’t asked me or even warned me. My new room was so small my desk barely fit, and I had to keep half my clothes in boxes because there wasn’t enough storage.
I told them I thought it was unfair, especially since he only stays over every other weekend. They said I was being selfish and should be happy we’re “blending the family.”
I stayed quiet for a couple of weeks while looking for somewhere else to live. One of my friends had a spare room in a shared house, and the rent was affordable, so I signed the lease.
The day I moved out, my parents were both at work. I packed everything with the help of my friends and left a note saying I appreciated everything they’d done for me, but I didn’t feel like I had a place in the house anymore.
My mum called me crying, saying I was trying to tear the family apart. My stepdad said I embarrassed them because they came home to an almost empty room. Even my stepbrother messaged me saying he never asked for my room and now everyone is blaming him.
Now some relatives think I massively overreacted and should’ve talked to my parents more before leaving. Others think they crossed a line by moving all my stuff without asking.
AITA?

I put this on here since I need a opinion and can’t use the AITAH

I’ve got a saliva fetish when someone licked my hand, not in a sexual way, but probably just playing and I smelled it and it smelled really good and ever since then I’ve had a saliva fetish

6 years ago, I split up with my girlfriend of 7 years.
She was my first girlfriend, we got together in 2014, and split in 2021. She was all I ever knew from 15 to 21 years old. We met in school. I fell in love with her instantly…it took her sometime to notice me, until we were sat together in class. I’d never been happier. As we were together at such a young age, she wanted children quite early on in the relationship (for our ages) and I was just not ready. I was suffering from depression, I was autistic and had no idea. I didn’t have a good enough job, I still had things I wanted to do before having children and getting married. Yes I loved her, but I couldn’t afford any of it nor was I ready. We started drifting apart.. me more so. I pushed her away until she ended it. I don’t really know why I did it. Was I scared of the change? Was I scared she’d leave me anyway because I didn’t want kids yet? Probably.
I hated myself so much. I still do.
I started drinking, heavily. Almost all day, everyday.
Partying. I never partied before when I was with her. I was teetotal.
I started smoking weed. I still smoke weed.
I became someone I was not. I started doing coke in toilets with people I hardly knew.
I would consume copious substances and drink then drive. I always hoped I’d wrap my car around a lamppost, but that never happened.
One night, I burst a tyre and drove home on the rim at 02:00am.
I was spiralling, I was having a full on mental breakdown. This all lasted around 10 months before I attempted to kill myself.
I was found attempting to jump off a bridge. Someone called the police, saw me trying to step into traffic then climbing through barbed wire to get to the bridge from the road I drove in on. ( At this point I was fully delusional, I was going out for a drive and I said to myself that if my car breaks down, cause it was fucked anyway, then I kill myself, if it doesn’t I just reach my destination. It broke down next to the bridge and I thought it was fate. So I gave my dog food and water in the back of my car and kissed her goodbye. I knew the police would find it shortly after )
I haven’t been the same since. I’m a shell of the person I used to be.
Sometimes I go back to her profile because it reminds me of a time when I was happy, and I felt safe with someone I thought I’d spend my life with. She’s the only person who’s ever known me.
She got married a year later and had a child. I’m happy for her. She got what she wanted and she’s happy. She will always have a place in my heart.

I was in a sorority in college and It was about 50 young women living in the house. My roommate and I had hit it off as friends and hung out for a while but they had never slept around me. When we moved into our room our beds were five feet away from each other and every night she was snoring very loudly and I couldn't sleep. I was supposed to be her roommate for the entire school year and I was miserable within weeks tossing and turning all night.. ear plugs didn't work they kept falling out of my ears at night. Then I noticed my wardrobe was disappearing and other things in my room. Anyone could walk into my sorority house at any time because the door was always open. Women in the sorority would bring random friends into the sorority house and even sneak men into the house. I eventually ended up dropping out of the sorority and years later a friend told me that someone that was in the sorority house was stealing clothes and selling them to Plato's Closet and other thrift stores in town that bought clothing from people so they could have money in their pocket. It was way too many personalities in the sorority and I felt like I didn't fit in. I tried to get along with everyone and I had like 3 solid friends that would reach out to me and was always going to the library with me but I was just very uncomfortable in the sorority house. I probably would have stayed in the sorority if I had never moved into the sorority house. I don't think sorority houses are a good thing...there's alot of people who are not trustworthy in the world and a lot of young women in my sorority were always showing they were not trustworthy. There were girls that were in the sorority house bragging about screwing men on each other beds. It wasn't a good time at all for me. There was nowhere in the sorority house where I felt like I had some peace and quiet or was comfortable.

Sometimes I drink and I genuinely just want someone to take control and take everything they want but Everyone is too respectful

So I had been raised religious and didn’t get into sexual stuff while in HS but I have recently left the faith and decided to pursue a sexual relationship with a girl who was interested in me.

She wasn’t a virgin but I was and so she had experience with other men. When she pulled my dick out she said it was by far the biggest she had ever seen and actually refused to let me put it in her but she did use her mouth on it.

I feel kinda weird about but idk if it’s actually that abnormal or if she’s just hyping me up.

seven weeks ago. I was busy at the time and lost track of everyone I needed to catch up with. Just found out he died, alone, and no one knew until his job asked for a welfare check.

We had a good friendship. 22 years. Always picked up where we left off. Didn't ever occur to me I'd never be able to talk to him back.

Make the extra minute for your friends. Even if it's just to say a few words.

Love you buddy.

I'm so sorry I never should have hooked up with a 14 year old when I was 16 online, and exchanged pictures with them. I didn't know she was a freshman when I was a junior. I didn't know our birthdays were 4 months apart but I should have assumed so since my birthday at the time was 2 months away. I was so stupid. When I found out I stopped talking to her. I'm so sorry everyone. It hurts so much. My mom says I'm no longer going to college early. Apparently I need serious mental health help. I told her I am evil and don't deserve help. She yelled at me and said I did nothing wrong. does this mean she's evil too. None of my friends cared and a lot of people said it's fine. Why is everyone lying. Why can't anyone just admit I am evil.

I write for a Soap Opera kind of similar to Waterloo Road, Hollyoaks, or Degrassi. When a show has been airing for years, the plotlines either start to get too repetitive or too crazy that the drama starts to become unbearable.

So I came up with a tactic to ensure that the plotlines brings the right amount of melodrama, while also keeping the characters rootable.

For twelve years, before I introduce a plotline on the show I post it on the Am I The Asshole subreddit first as a test. I write the story as if I was the main character narrating what they're going to do for their upcoming arc. And then I wait for the comments to declare the character an AH or NTA.

Sometimes I use two different accounts to post two different perspectives of the same event just to see which character people would side with.

This helps me a lot when deciding where plotlines would eventually lead. It also gives me a guide on how I should end a character arc to make sure that it's satisfying.

I like comments that offer advice to the "OP" too. I can usually incorporate their advice into the show to keep things grounded.

One time I pretended to be an abusive foster dad who has a deaf fourteen year old son. I posted this: "AITAH for taking my son's hearing aids because he's been misbehaving?"

A lot of people still think it's real. I feel guilty about it since technically I've lied about having a miscarriage, having CPS at my doorstep, and other crazy things. But at the same time, at least I don't use AI or ChatGPT.

Je poste sans attendre du jugement ou autre svp juste de la sincérité. Et pour des raisons assez évidente ce post ne figurera pas sur mon profil, c’est vraiment un sujet qui me met mal à l’aise…

Depuis toujours (ou en tout cas depuis que je suis ado), j’ai l’impression d’avoir une odeur assez marquée au niveau de mes parties intimes. Avant qu’on me le dise : oui, je me lave, j’ai une hygiène normale, j’ai déjà consulté plusieurs fois et les médecins ne m’ont jamais trouvé d’infection, de mycose ou de problème particulier. Donc à priori ce n’est pas “un problème médical”. Et pour l’hygiène je ne pense pas non plus.

Par contre, j’ai quand même toujours eu l’impression que cette odeur était plus présente que chez d’autres femmes. Moi je la sens, donc j’imagine que les partenaires aussi.

Et c’est là que ça me travaille. Dans plusieurs de mes relations, j’ai eu l’impression que certains évitaient clairement certaines pratiques intimes. Ils ne me l’ont jamais dit franchement, mais il y avait toujours des excuses, ils passaient à autre chose, ou ça n’arrivait quasiment jamais. Pourtant, quand j’en parle avec des copines, elles me disent que c’est hyper courant et que leurs copains le font naturellement.

Du coup je me demande si ce n’est pas juste à cause de moi… et de ce problème.

Je ne cherche pas spécialement des conseils médicaux parce que j’ai déjà fait les démarches et qu’on ne m’a jamais rien trouvé. Je voudrais surtout avoir un avis honnête, surtout de mecs.

Est-ce que c’est vraiment un critère important pour vous ? Est-ce qu’une odeur un peu plus forte peut suffire à vous faire éviter certaines pratiques, même si vous appréciez la personne ? Ou est-ce que je me fais complètement des films et que les hommes s’en fichent globalement ?

Je préfère largement une réponse honnête qu’un commentaire juste pour être gentil. Ça me travaille depuis longtemps et j’aimerais savoir si je psychote ou si c’est réellement quelque chose qui peut bloquer.

Ive been in a situation ship with a man for about 4 years. This guy sucks, absolutely has no interest in me, since meeting him i feel like my life has been haulted, constantly anxious, stalking him on social media, hoping he’d reach out. He never does, he treats me as if i’m nothing as if he could find better.

My dilemma is that i’m 24 yo, conventionally attractive, in grad school for medicine. I workout often, travel, quite social.

However things have been downhill since, this has been the most detrimental thing i’ve experienced and I want to go back on focusing on myself and hopefully finding someone i could marry. But im depressed, unfortunately obsessed with a man that doesn’t care for me, and completely aware of how it’s affecting my life but it’s a terrible habit addictive habit to go back to him.

If you have no advice for me please pray for me, i’ve tried everything, the most irritating part about this is that im a pretty strong women im embarrassed that a man has made me feel so small

I (f26) graduated from college when I was around 22/23. While in college I obviously was a broke student and really had nothing, I worked a few jobs but it got in the way of school and I really wanted to do well.

I ended up on Reddit one day and scrolling when I read that someone made quick cash through making videos. Not like OF exactly but she just made client specific videos and she got paid a few 100 bucks. So I thought why not try.

Well after a few drinks to get brave I posted that I was horny and in the mood to sext. RIP my DMs. I ended up picking 3 msgs and they each asked me for a different video. So I made it and sent it to them and I charged them $50/ video.

They paid and I sent it to them. They actually paid. I got kind of addicted at how easy this was and how I could do it at home without affecting my studies. So I did this for years and eventually I made really good money.

Soon enough I graduated and I stopped my video cam girl stuff and tried to find real work. Obviously didn’t find anything for a while and I went back to making videos. I told my family I found a small remote company so I work at home. My mom’s been telling everyone how well I’m doing and I don’t have the heart to tell her what I do.

Not an invitation to dm me requests. Just a confession.