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im 19 and most of my hookups are one time or short flings. after they leave or fall asleep i take the used condom if there is one and hide it in a bag in my closet.

i dont even know when it started. the first time was by accident and i just didnt throw it away. now its become this secret collection. theres like 8 or 9 in there.

i know its gross and messed up and probably crosses a line. part of me feels disgusted every time i add another one but another part of me likes having them as private proof that it happened. nobody knows and i never plan on telling anyone.

i still do it even though i feel weird about it afterward.

im 19 and ive never been good at keeping things serious. most of the time its just casual hookups or short flings that last a few weeks at most. i like it that way.

but ive got this habit nobody knows about. after the guy leaves or when hes in the shower i take one pair of his underwear. usually the ones he wore that night. nothing fancy or expensive just regular boxers or briefs. i hide them in a shoebox under my bed.

it started last year when a guy left a pair at my place by accident and instead of texting him about it i just kept them. something about having that little secret made me feel weirdly excited. now its become a thing. ive got like 11 pairs in the box.

i know its messed up and kind of gross and probably crosses a line but i still do it. part of me feels bad every time because its stealing and they never notice. the other part likes having these private little trophies that only i know about.

nobody in my life has any idea and i dont plan on telling them.

I’m 19 and work at this little cafe near campus. It’s not a lot of money, mostly students and regulars. We have a tip jar by the register and it fills up pretty good on busy days.

A couple months ago I was closing alone and the jar had like forty or fifty bucks in it. I don’t know why I did it but I grabbed a handful of the bills and stuck them in my pocket before I locked up. Told myself I’d put it back the next day or somehow make up for it. I never did.

I spent it on random stuff, food, a couple of drinks when I went out. Every time I saw the jar after that I felt sick but I still never said anything. Nobody noticed or at least nobody said anything. I kept working there like nothing happened.

I feel like shit about it now. It wasn’t even that much money but it wasn’t mine and those tips are supposed to be shared. I keep thinking about just putting some cash back in when no one’s looking but I haven’t done that either. I know I should just come clean but I’m scared of getting fired or looking like a thief to people I see every day.

Thanks for reading I guess. I needed to get it out.

im 19 and work at this retail place thats always understaffed. a few months ago i started getting really into some private stuff at home, like certain outfits and roleplay things i do by myself when no ones around. it was taking up more and more of my free time and i hated having to go into work and interrupt it.

so one week i told my manager and a couple coworkers that some guy from a previous job had been following me and texting weird things. i made up details about seeing his car near my place and feeling scared. none of it was true. i just wanted the extra days off without using pto or looking lazy.

they were super nice about it. people offered to switch shifts, the manager let me leave early a few times, one girl even walked me to my car after closing. i kept the story going for almost three weeks. every time someone asked how i was doing id give a vague update so they wouldnt push me to come back full time yet.

eventually the manager said they needed to involve hr or something for safety and i got nervous and said the guy had moved away. i went back to normal hours after that.

i still feel shitty about it. those people were genuinely worried and spent their own time helping me over a complete lie. i used their kindness just so i could stay home longer. nobody knows it was fake and i dont plan on telling them. i know it was wrong and selfish but at the time all i cared about was getting what i wanted.

im 19 and this happened about a month ago. my neighbor across the hall is this quiet guy in his 30s who orders a lot of stuff online. packages sit outside his door for hours sometimes because he works late.

one evening i got home and there was a plain brown box sitting there with his name on it. the tape was already half peeled so i could see a little of the label inside. it said something about “adult wellness” and “personal massager set”. i knew exactly what that meant.

i stood there for like five minutes just staring at it. nobody was in the hallway. i picked it up, brought it inside my apartment, and opened it. there were two toys and some lube and a little remote. brand new still in the plastic.

i used them that night. more than once. it felt wrong the whole time but i didnt stop. the next morning i put everything in a garbage bag with some other trash and took it down to the dumpster behind the building. the box went in a different dumpster two blocks away.

he knocked on my door two days later asking if i’d seen a package. i told him no and that the mailman must have mixed it up or something. he looked really disappointed and said it was an expensive order. i just shrugged and closed the door.

i still see him in the hallway sometimes and he has no idea. part of me feels bad because it was clearly his and i took it for no reason other than curiosity and being horny. the other part of me doesnt regret how it felt when i used them. i just needed to say it somewhere before it sits in my head forever.

im 19 and this happened a few months ago. i work retail and theres this guy in his 40s who comes in pretty often for supplies. we started talking more whenever he was there. he was always a little flirty in a way that felt different from guys my age so i never really shut it down.

one night after closing he offered me a ride home because the buses were running late. i said yes. we sat in the car talking for a while and he started telling me about the kind of stuff hes into. rough, controlling, tying people up, making them ask permission for things. i told him id thought about that kind of stuff before but never actually done any of it with anyone.

he said his wife was out of town for the week and asked if i wanted to come over. i knew right then it was messed up but i still said okay. we drove to his place.