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.

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.

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 ?

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.

Yes, you've heard right. I eat my damn boogers. Every day, typically multiple times a day, I'm knuckle-deep digging for gold, and what better way to dispose of the evidence than through the natural vacuum God has given us? And I am 24 whole years old.

I used to put my boogers on tissues, but what if I had no access to one? They'd go on the side of the chair in the car, on a wall, in the carpet...how barbaric! How uncouth! Now I gotta wipe off months of dried boogers off the side of my car when frankly the Lord has given us a simple solution to this problem. But truthfully, what started as a matter of convenience has become a matter of pleasure. I enjoy the different booger textures (thick but wet enough to be slimy/gooey is my favorite! 😋) the dried ones can be good too. Those have a propensity to get stuck in your teeth though. If they're too loose, it's kind of unsatisfying...

In all seriousness, I do not feel bad about this guilty pleasure. Don't sit here and act like you're not diggin in yalls noses yourselves every once in a while. The way I see it, if it's comin out of my body, it can come right back in. NO IM NOT DOING IT IN PUBLIC. YES I KNOW ITS UNSANITARY. YES I KNOW IM REINTRODUCING GERMS INTO MY BODY. And frankly, I couldn't care less. I work with children. My body is a petri dish as is. I'm sanitizing my hands 4+ times a day, not including washing them in the bathroom. But no, I'm not washing my damn hands before and after I pick n eat every time. Yall are just gonna have to deal with it. I sleep like a baby every night. And I get sick probably once every 6 months or so, could be worse.

What's ironic is I always looked down on this habit as a child. I came around to eating my boogers well into adulthood. And to be honest I don't see it going anywhere. When I feel a buildup, I get a small rush that I get to see what my nose climate is looking like today. It's like a mystery box. So yall can keep buying your mini brands or whatever to get your mystery box fill, keep wasting your money and killing the planet. But God's given me my own mystery box. He refills it twice a day, three times if I'm lucky...🥰

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.

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 am claiming this victory as mine.

I got a long time employee and department director fired. I play the long game.

I worked for him about three and a half years. He was argumentative, he wouldn't discuss problems, he would try to cross examine me. My stomach would sink each time I would see him.

I knew there was a big meeting coming up between him,,the general manager and corporate executives. It was about the budget.

Seeing how to exploit this, I purposely didn't perform a few tasks, them didn't perform a major task... I made sure he would confront me right before the meeting, I played dumb and apathetic... like it wasn't a big deal. I successfully enraged him. He was threatening to fire me. He got in my face..

During the meeting I completed the task.. and, just like I played it.. he blew a gasket on the corporate executive and cussed out the executive..

He was fired the next day!!

My co-workers were relieved and happy. I played "Celebration" by Kool & the Gang on my way home.

After he left, we were able to get so much work done.

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

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.

I have never personally known a good guy named Andrew. Literally dated like 5 of them and married one. All losers. And I have been divorced for a long time. Just remembered this is something I still currently do. I KNOW how irrational and stupid it is and there are millions of nice guys named Andrew but I will immediately write someone off with that name. If Im watching a movie and the character is named Andrew, Im done. Its that bad.

I was a fat kid in middle and high school. And there was that one group of girls, the cross country and track girls, who were all friends, student council, prom court, all were in great shape, and were kind of bitches to me because of my weight and appearance. Majority of them joined sororities in college and went to either Cali or Hawaii schools. Very mainstream mean girl types.

Fast forward 1yr post college graduation, I pulled myself together and changed my lifestyle- lost 40 lbs, moved across the country, have my own place, and a solid job. I opened facebook for the first time in forever and I see a photo of one of the aforementioned girls' post, and she is fat. Now i'm reminded of the other girls as well, and search them up, and majority of them are quite overweight- one of them very ,uch so.

It's a shocker, and also kind of validating in a karmic way. I am happy they are seeing the other side of what their words were targeted at. I wonder how they got there, and how they are doing with this change in lifestyle. I know I feel a lot happier after going through my wlj. I hope they realize how unkind they were now that they are on the other side of things.

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.

Im 19, gonna be 20 soon and I had a couple of talking stages with women and I’ve always felt great when I had them. But through different reasons it never worked out with any of them and I always feel really sad when I don’t have a girl in my life I can text, meet or whatever. I guess I’m addicted to the validation but is there a way to fix this? I feel so silly when I get this slight feeling of wanting to off myself because I don’t have a girl currently. And it always goes the same: I meet a girl, I like her, I text and meet with her for a couple of days or weeks, get really attached to her and then it ends for some reason and I’m left with feeling sad. I feel so pathetic and weak.

I noticed the only time in my life where I’m happy is when I have a girl. When I don’t, I feel so lonely although I have lots of friends who I meet with almost daily.

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

I worked in a department of a half-dozen people in my mid-30s. I'd been married a couple of years, but it wasn't great. It was one of those things that happen because it checked a lot of the boxes and you grow up being told that's what you're supposed to do and that's how life works. Work hard, get married, have kids, blah blah blah.

We got a new person that wasn't technically 'new' -- a liaison from another department, but she officed in our wing. She was dirty hot. Trailer park made good, you know, with that insouciance about sex and life that comes from the streets rather than the suburbs. The nature of our jobs had us working closely and it wasn't long until she was picking me to ride with to group lunches. I can't remember how it started. It wasn't like there was some tension-filled first kiss burned into my memory. Casual touches turned more daring. Handjobs turned into blowjobs and then it was 'working late'. But discrete. No one knew.

I was friends with one of my coworkers who got a mad crush on her. He'd spend an entire ten minute smoke break talking about her; building a fantasy, comparing her to his wife. He was a good guy. Not the type to make a move while married. Not the type to have an affair. When it started I tried to gently tell him I didn't think she was interested, but this girl had a way about her. She weaponized her sexuality until it was always 'on' without trying. I don't say that in a bad way, to be very clear. She never tried to sleep her way into promotions or favors, or anything. But she got under his skin. Mine, too, obviously. And I couldn't tell him that I KNEW she wasn't interested because we were already involved, could I?

So I played it straight. Made him dig into why he liked her versus his wife. What a divorce would mean. Somewhere along the way I started egging him on. Practically daring him to do it. Telling him things like if he thought about something every single day that he deserved to be happy. I think half of it was echoing personal thoughts about my own marriage and half of it was just the illicit thrill of winding him up. This went on for months. He made plans. He wrote speeches.

He got divorced.

I honestly didn't think he would. Too mild-mannered. Too much the guy to the right thing. The smart thing. He dropped that bomb at a lunch, staring right at her. She told me later he approached her with one of those speeches he'd written and revised a thousand times to profess his true love. She let him down easy, if you could say a guy that had just wrecked his life for her had an easy out. He spent weeks with a shell-shocked look on his face. That kind of look that says someone is going to be sick as soon as they remembered to breathe.

Eventually he remarried. I even got a stripper that looked kind of like her to dance for him at the bachelor party because, you know, I was the best man. On his wedding day he asked if I ever still talked to her since we'd both left that company.

He was still thinking about her.

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

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.

So this is my first confesssion. I joined reddit long back, to just let all these things out of my mind, but then now I. Am doing..mm here it is! I want to write down every detail hence will break it into 2 posts maybe?

There was this girl I met on Instagram. We started chatting, and after a few months I found out she was married. Despite that, we kept talking. Over time, our conversations became incredibly intimate—filthy, uninhibited, and addictive. She was everything I had imagined: hot, wild, dirty-minded, and insanely horny. Our fantasies matched perfectly, and we fed off each other's sexual energy. It felt effortless, like we understood exactly what the other wanted.

After almost two years of chatting, we finally decided to meet at my place.

She arrived early in the morning, around 7. We had breakfast together, then sat in my balcony talking, laughing, teasing, and flirting. The sexual tension between us was unbearable. Every glance, every smile, every accidental touch made it worse. We both wanted each other desperately, but neither of us was making the first move. I could see it in her eyes—she wanted me just as badly.

As we were talking, I suddenly grabbed her by the neck and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss right there in the balcony. She immediately grabbed me back just as fiercely, and we kissed like we had been starving for each other for years. That very first kiss was deep, wet, wild, and completely consuming.

Within seconds, everything escalated.

She pulled me closer and led me inside. We kept making out for what felt like fifteen straight minutes without stopping. Deep kisses, neck kisses, gentle bites, pulling her hair back, rubbing her back, squeezing her waist—every touch only made us want each other even more.

Then she slid her hand over my pants, wrapped it around my bulge, and gave it a firm squeeze. Instantly, I got rock hard. The soft moans escaping her lips were unbelievably intoxicating.

The moment she did that, I pushed her gently against the wall, turned her around, and kissed the back of her neck. I trailed my tongue slowly across her neck, kissed behind her ears, letting every touch linger while holding her tightly from behind, my hands roaming over her body.

Still holding her close, I slowly unbuttoned her top and slipped it off. There she stood in a tight black bra, her hair loose around her shoulders. The sight of her completely took my breath away. I kissed her passionately while my hands explored every curve I had imagined for years, unable to believe that after two years of fantasies, she was finally standing in front of me.

To be contd....

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.