r/confessions

My girlfriend has always cherished her and her friends hotgirl summers (they use that term and my girlfriend is the only one out of the friend group in a relationship) meaning enjoying their lives, partying, stay up late, getting dressed and of course if the opportunity presents itself, hooking up with men. Basically doing whatever they feel like.

She made it clear when we started our relationship that she loves Hotgirl Summer and that it was a non negotiable for her, she was going to get one each summer, with or without me. At first I just accepted it thinking how bad can it be she just partying and who am I to object/get upset about it, after all I'm a grown ass man. This is now her 4th Hotgirl Summer since we got together.

What shocked me was how serious she was about it, she literally blocked me on all social media and told me that I was not allowed to bother her, she would be the one to text if she wanted to speak. She could and does go weeks without a single text and she comes home maybe twice or three times during this period. She's been all around Europe with her girlfriends during this period. Sometimes several destinations in a week (I follow her girlfriend from a fake account). I have seen her dancing with other men on stories and kissing other men so I am pretty sure she sleeps with other men, I love her so much that I have no problem with this I just want her to be safe, although I have to admit it is weird being told that I should not ask her about her summer if I don't want to get upset.

My parents hardly are home at all. Its summer break and I have no food in ny house. My parents would rather be out at the casino drinking,gambling,and betting on horse races rather than make sure their responsibilities are taken care of.

My dad had to borrow money from his boss just to have our power turned back on. CPS has been to my house 2 times this year already and the lady said I have power,water,and clothes nothing she can do each time it was satisfactory to her standards that she suggests we go to a food bank. Lady im 15! I cant drive and its a 6 mile walk to and from. My parents aren't gonna take the time to go. I only have an ID so I cant drive myself. I have an aunt who helps when she can but she lives 4-5 hours away and is on disability herself. Three days of no food is harsh already..i don't want to go any longer.

So lucky she is in to it. Just left me new ones when she went on a business trip :P

Yesterday, I was talking to a man on Reddit who reached out to me after reading one of my confession posts about my emotionally distant father and how much it hurts to feel unloved by him. At first, he was very kind. He comforted me, gave me advice on how to talk to my father, and suggested ways I could express how deeply his emotional distance affects me.

As our conversation continued, he suddenly said that if I were his daughter, he would give me more than just hugs and affection. That immediately made me uncomfortable, so I asked whether he was married. He said yes. I then asked if he had children, and he told me he had four, including two daughters.

I asked him if he was attracted to his own daughter. He admitted that he often notices how pretty she is and described the way she dresses and looks at home. I told him that she is his biological daughter and that he should never look at her in that way. I explained that if she ever found out, she would likely feel disgusted, unsafe, and betrayed because a father is supposed to be his daughter's safe place.

He insisted that he would never act on those thoughts. He even admitted that he imagines his daughter while being intimate with his wife. I was shocked and told him again that this was deeply wrong and that he needed to stop thinking about his daughter in that way. He eventually said he would try, and the conversation ended.

Afterward, I couldn't stop thinking about what he had confessed. I anonymously shared the story on Reddit without revealing his identity because I genuinely wanted people to be aware that individuals like this exist. Unfortunately, someone in the comments managed to identify his account and tagged him, even though I had not intended for that to happen.

He later messaged me, saying I had violated his privacy and demanding that I delete the post. I apologized for the unintended consequences but refused to remove it because I believed the situation was serious enough to be discussed. During that conversation, he mocked me about my emotionally distant father and said, "Now I know why he doesn't care about you." That hurt, but it also made me realize that instead of reflecting on what he had admitted, he chose to attack one of my deepest emotional wounds.

Now I'm left feeling conflicted. Part of me feels guilty because he was identified, even though that was never my intention. At the same time, I don't believe I was wrong for speaking up about something I found deeply disturbing. I still don't hate him, and I genuinely wish him the best. I only hope that, for the sake of his family—especially his daughters—he gets the help he needs and never allows those thoughts to become actions.

Okay so basically I m21 really enjoy sexting with my online friends including guys yes. I'm mostly straight and id never date a guy, but I do enjoy flirting with them online. I've made few guys cum but mostly sext with my female friends. I occasionally sext with this guy too he texts me whenever hes horny and we do it.

Its like a guilty pleasure and I can't stop doing it.

Plus its online so I never feel weird doing it

so i had posted about my bf who tried to cheat on me and got rejected and more than 50 ppl told me to breakup with him. as a person who never took a stand for herself before and never had the balls to end a relationship even tho i suffered a lot, after 3 years of dating him, I FINALLY ENDED IT!!! I’M SO HAPPY AND PROUD I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE FREE IN MY LIFE. I COULD CRY RN. thankyou to everyone who put some sense into my head and helped me make this decision ❤️

When I (29M) was 15 my cousin(28F) was 14 and we played together a bunch as little kids because our dads were first cousins and super close. Eventually as teens and living about an hour apart we lost touch and didn't see each other again until I was a freshman in high school. Funny enough we reunited at a family reunion 😅

We exchanged numbers and talked on Facebook a lot telling each other jokes and talking on the phone. I specifically remember my dad reminding me she was my cousin and saying "Ew dad I know." Eventually we started dating anyway lmao.

We dated for about a year and only saw each other maybe two or three times in that time and IMMEDIATELY snuck off to kiss. Once we got caught it was because I made a jealous mistake and it was a BIG deal 😂 our fathers forbade us from talking and we broke up and lost touch until maybe last year.

These days she just graduated with a master's degree and she's met my current fiancée at family functions and nobody talks about it anymore 🥸

I (F23) still can't stop thinking about something that happened with my older brother (M27) years ago.

Years ago (I was 12 and he was 16) it was normal in the summer for the two of us to swim in our above ground pool in our backyard. Our parents would be inside the house and they would check in with us every few minutes. 

There was one time where my brother kept swimming up to me and wrapping his arms around me, and I just thought we were play wrestling and I would laugh and wiggle out of his arms. Well sure enough he kept trapping me in his arms and I once again would wiggle out of his grip. Then he wrapped his arms around me again and one of his hands traveled down and brushed against my clit. Now I knew about sex at this time and being young and horny with the internet I watched porn and masturbated and had even chatted on Omegle. Feeling his fingers brush against my clit I quickly moved away but laughed and played it off. Then it happened again, then a third time and a fourth. The fifth time it happened however his fingers pushed my swimsuit to the side and his bare fingers circled my clit. I quickly moved away and played off that I was getting tired and got out of the pool.

Neither of us have mentioned it or talked about this to this day however I still can't stop thinking about it and I’ve never told my parents or anyone before until now. 

I'm a physician in the US (pediatrician). I own my own practice and do fairly well. I love what I do.

But over the last 8 years, I have also slowly been buying (and renting) real estate.

I have continued to live on my usual salary and I haven't told a soul about this side gig. No one around me knows. I just keep going to clinic and seeing patients.

I bought the first rental property as a tax-saving strategy but just kind of kept going. As of today if I sold everything, I would net $6 million. I'm 44 years old.

I'm proud of it. I enjoy my work so I'll keep doing it. I don't want anyone around me to know.

She was murdered when I was 5. I was raised by her parents. My dad is probably one of her johns, or possibly her pimp boyfriend at the time.

I have no idea who my dad really is and I wish I did. I wish I had more memories with my mom. I fucking hate when people tell me yo momma jokes. I beat up a guy who told me one so bad he went to the hospital.

I’m 15 and I’m honestly really embarrassed to post this, but I don’t know who else to ask. I’m also a virgin if that matters.
Earlier I did something really stupid and I put the handle of a hairbrush inside my vagina. It hurt really bad almost right away, so I stopped, but now I’m freaking out. It’s still really sore and I’m scared I might’ve hurt myself somehow. I don’t know if I just irritated it or if I could’ve actually caused an injury.
Has anyone else ever done something like this? How long should the pain last, and how do I know if it’s something serious? I’m honestly really scared and too embarrassed to tell anyone right now, so any advice would really help.
Im also like really horny all the time and it won’t go away

Title explains it all I’ll gladly answer any questions

Me and my college friends went on a trip to Manali, and we got split into different bungalows. Ours had six guys and two girls. One of those girls was my new girlfriend, and in my head I thought this trip was finally going to be our chance to get some privacy. The problem was everyone was packed into rooms and nobody wanted to switch. I kept asking people if they’d move for a while, and every single time someone laughed it off. Then one of the guys, the typical confident hunk who always got his way, looked at me and said, “Stop making excuses. If she wanted to sleep with you, she’d find a way.” He even made it into a challenge, basically saying we’d find out whether she actually wanted me or not. My friends eventually emptied one room for her and her roommate, so I genuinely thought I’d proved him wrong. I went in, asked her, and she still said no because she said she was in pain. I walked back out feeling like the biggest idiot in the bungalow while everyone had that smug “I told you so” look on their faces.
She wasn’t the prettiest girl on the trip if you asked people to rank faces, but she had the kind of figure that made people do a double take without even realizing it. Everything about her looked natural, and she knew how to dress in a way that suited her. That night she was wearing a fitted bodycon dress that stood out the moment she walked into the bungalow. I noticed the other guys noticing her too. Nobody ever said anything out loud because she was with me, but you catch those looks as a guy. The quick glances, the little nudges, someone changing the subject when you walk over. I didn’t think much of it at the time because I trusted her and figured that’s just how groups of college guys are. Looking back, I wonder if everyone else had already picked up on something I hadn’t.
Then the whole night took a turn I still can’t explain. The same guy who’d been taking the piss out of me walked over to her. As far as I knew they’d barely spoken before that night. A little while later he came back and casually asked me if I had condoms. I just stood there trying to process what I’d heard. The mood in the bungalow changed completely after that. People started looking at each other, whispering, disappearing down the hallway and coming back with expressions that said enough without anyone needing to explain. I remember sitting there wondering if I was being pranked because none of it made any sense. The girl who’d rejected me minutes earlier because she wasn’t feeling well was suddenly at the center of everything. One by one, my friends disappeared into that room, and by the end of the night I went in too.

I am male (m36) and have a fantasy about my gf getting a douple or a slightly dominating guy with a big dick. I am kind of small my self and sensitive and I guess the contrast turns me on.

context: i've lived under a rock for 10 years w/ex. only 1 partner all that time.
1 month later, im exploring. messed around with 1 cute new guy, and js.. ive never seen a dick this size irl. i didn't measure it, but it's gotta be at least 7 inches. might be more than avg idfk. but, its very hot, and i can't stop thinking about him. we're in a pre-dating phase, and it's actually alittle thicker in circumference near the tip, like, 1/3 of his penis (not the tip or whatever), the shaft is kinda thicker, which makes it hard to do something.
i have no one to express my shock to, so here it goes.. into the void. thanks for the space.

I don’t know how to title this. I use this account purely to lurk and occasionally comment.
I was just sitting on my couch, ordering McDonald’s when something matured inside of me and now I feel sick to my stomach and I’m so mad at myself. It’s been two years since this happened, and I’m moved away by now — in the marines, living in NC. I worked at my small town McDonald’s since 15, I had a workers permit. I worked in the kitchen on grill, fryer, and eventually moved up to Assembly table. The majority of who I worked with in the kitchen were men in their 20s up to their 60s. There was a guy in particular, im gonna call him Big-C. Big-C and I’s relationship was nothing beyond playful banter and a lot of teasing, he was freshly 24 and had a girlfriend who also worked at the same McDonald’s who was a few years older than him.

They ended up breaking things off after two years around Valentine’s Day, I’d received a message from him on Snapchat about it. We started talking, and he brought up how our GM said he should ask me out. She described me as hard working, I came in at any time of any hour whenever they needed me, I’d take on every shift I legally could and she appreciated how I’d always check up on her every time I came into work. I barely remember what happened after that, but we started talking more, playing online games together, and I eventually started taking shifts to be scheduled with him. (Since he’d work from 8-4 and I’d work 4-10). I was 16 at the time and my 17th was 6 months away. Everyone kept telling us it’d be fine as long as it was strictly platonic until my next birthday. (The state I’m in the age of consent is 17 if you already haven’t figured that out.)
Things progressed, from stolen glances to small hand holds when we were on table, to hugs in the freezer when he’d help me stock. 3 months away from my birthday was the first time we kissed in the freezer, and it didn’t stop there. We were never involved sexually, but every time after my shift or his shift we’d find excuses to stock together to go makeout in the freezer for 5 minutes or more.

I eventually quit and ghosted him after his ex was suspecting something was going on between us, I’d occasionally drop by McDonald’s after I’d quit and he’d stare at me from the assembly table. But now that I’m thinking about it, it just makes me sick. I’ve never told anyone, I never thought I’d be able to, but recently it’s been affecting my work, and I needed a way to tell SOMEONE. Thanks for listening to my disgusting confession, there’s a lot more where that came from.

i keep biting and peeling the kin in my mouth. I do it with my teeth and when i can’t reach it i use my fingers. I peel it so much sometimes i reach the back of my mouth and it bleeds a lot but i like it and how it feels.

Guys, I haven't sharted myself since I was like, eight years old. I ate some Mrs. Gerry's deviled egg potato salad with dinner and I trusted a fart while doing dishes.

It wasn't a fart

I had to take a shower. My wife had to bring me clothes so that I didn't leak shit all over the house. She's been laughing her ass off for the past two hours about it

Throwaway account.

I have been having a hard hard time lately, school, work, family, its like everything is against me and I'm exhausted. Exhausted of being perfect and having perfeft grades. Im so fucking tired of it all. I hate these expectations I have on my back and I had almost done it.

I stopped after I wrote 3 notes, 2 to my friends and 1 to my mother and realized I had a lot more to write to. I didnt cry when I wrote them, I cried when I imagined what my mom would do when she found me or the note. Or My sister who just had a baby, after id been with her every minute in the hospital. Or my niece who would just know me as the 'aunt who killed herself'.

I ended up trashing the letters and not doing anything, I dont think ill ever tell anyone else about this. Wanted to tell some people, I dunno if its because im proud of myself for walking away or to convey some regret for not having the balls to go through with it.