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I (25f) am insanely obsessed with my professor (57m). In my first term in university, I had in him in a few classes. It began innocently enough when my friends asked me what I thought of him since he's known to be a bit of a hard-ball, but I told them I thought he was cute. They made fun of me for it for a few weeks after that before forgetting about it, but I haven't forgotten him. Seeing him in the hallways makes my heart beat faster. I can't take my eyes off of him.
Googling his name made me find his Twitter, which was professional and long since abandoned, but he had in his bio that he likes to run. A few months later, I searched it again, only to find his Soundcloud account. After listening to his music - low-fi beats with soft vocals - I knew I was in trouble. I now know too much about him - he's an expert in his field, a runner, and makes music in his free time. I know I'm ridiculous, but just before the summer I found a new apartment and turns out he lives in the next street. How do I know this? Apparently we go to the same grocery store and one day, like the stupid freak I am, I was walking home behind him and saw him go into what must be his building. I feel like some crazed stalker. I feel stupid and ridiculous and like this must be so scary for him if he ever knew. We've spoken maybe twice, both in class. And now I'm doing this? It's been three years since I had him as my professor. Why can't I just let go of this?
I was young, around 8 or so. My family tried to get together as much as they could since we all had close relationships. We owned a beach house down in Mexico, it wasn't exactly big enough to hold the whole family but we made it work. My cousins, siblings, and I were playing outside close to the water. I usually tried to stay away from the water since I had really bad luck with Jellyfish. After finished a sandcastle the cousin I was playing with decided to go play in the water so I sat on the sand waiting for one of them to return. I suddenly heard a slight whisper saying "you need to run". I was a little stunned so I immediately got up and turned around to see who said it when suddenly one of my cousins through a bucket of dead jellyfish on me. They thought it was a bucket of water seeing as Jellyfish are pretty much clear. Even when Jellyfish are dead their stingers still work so I ended up almost paralyzed and crying. Not permanently paralyzed but out of pain. I balled up on the floor screaming as my brother came to get me. I ended up okay but hated the ocean even more and refused to go outside the next day. I had totally forgotten about the voice I heard until me and my cousins were going to go out onto the roof. Suddenly I heard " don't go up there". I immediately stopped in my tracks. One of my cousins asked why I wasn't going so I just responded with, "I just don't want to". My cousins and sisters came back down covered in mosquito bites. Nothing lethal just very troublesome. I didn't tell anyone about the whisper and I didn't really know what to think of it. Before we started packing up to leave the next day my mom took me and my sister on a walk. It had been a couple of minutes of walking when I heard," there's something up there you don't want to see".
I told my mom I wanted to go back to the house, she said we would go on for a couple more minutes. I started to feel uneasy. That's when we came across a dead Dolphin washed up against the shore. My mom felt really bad about pushing us to keep walking. She immediately took us back to the house and gave us chocolate. I haven't been back to that house for 8 years and I haven't heard that whisper since.
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I found out my fiancée had been hiding a debt from me three weeks before our wedding, and the way I discovered it made the situation even worse.
We had been together for four years. I thought we were the kind of couple who could tell each other anything. We had already discussed our future home, how many children we wanted, and how we would divide household expenses. I had even taken out a small loan to help cover the wedding because she kept saying she was struggling financially.
One afternoon, I was using her laptop to print our wedding invitations. A notification popped up from a debt collection company. I wasn’t trying to snoop, but the message included her name and an amount that made me stop.
It was nearly $28,000.
When I asked her about it, she froze. Then she started crying and told me she had accumulated the debt through credit cards, personal loans, and a failed business she had tried to start two years earlier.
I asked why she had never told me. She said she was ashamed and thought she could pay it off before we got married.
I wanted to believe her, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the money I had already borrowed for our wedding.
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My girlfriend cheated, so I cheated with a hot Girl
This happened during my first relationship. I was 25 at the time and my girlfriend was 21. Her name was Laura and we started out great. But as time went on, our relationship deteriorated and became toxic. It didn't take long for her to start cheating when she went back home for a visit and met some random guy. And from there on she just kept on cheating.
I (trans) came inside a girl who matched with me because she wanted a trans girl to breed her
I have a dating profile that says exactly what I am. Trans girl. Into girls and guys. Looking for whatever happens. I put it all out there because I learned a long time ago that being vague about any of it just wastes everyone's time. The app I use is super kink forward which I like a lot more than most apps. Most of the people on there are really direct which I think is the way it should be.
Most of my matches are guys. Some couples. Occasionally a girl who is curious and wants to feel it out over drinks first which I get. But last week I matched with someone different.
Her name was Sable and her profile had maybe four pictures and one sentence in the bio. It said "I want to be bred by a trans girl and I am done pretending I don't."
I stared at that sentence for a long time.
I messaged her first. She responded in about ten seconds flat. We agreed to meet at this wine bar near her apartment the next evening. I got there first and sat at the bar and she walked in and I recognized her from her pictures immediately. Short. Curvy. Dark red hair past her shoulders. She was wearing a green dress and she sat down next to me and ordered without looking at the menu.
"So I should probably explain myself," she said.
"You do not have to."
"I want to though." She turned on her stool and looked right at me. "I have wanted this for a while. Like a long while. I kept trying to figure out how to bring it up with someone and then I decided to just put it in my profile and see who matched."
"And I matched."
"Yeah. You did."
I asked her what specifically she wanted. Not because I did not understand but because I like hearing people say it. There is something about the moment when someone tells you exactly what they have been thinking about and they are sitting two feet away from you in a public place trying to keep their voice down.
She said she wanted me to come inside her. She said she wanted to feel it. She said she had thought about it so many times that it did not even feel like a fantasy anymore it just felt like something she needed to do.
I took a sip of my drink and said "Okay."
We finished our wine. She paid. We walked to her apartment which was two blocks away and she unlocked the door and the second it closed she turned around and kissed me.
She was a good kisser. Confident and deliberate and she had her hands on my face and her body pressed against mine and I could tell she had been thinking about this the entire time we were at the bar. I walked her backward toward the bedroom and she pulled me with her.
She undid her dress and let it drop. She was not wearing a bra. She stood there in just her underwear and looked at me and said "Your turn."
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He noticed her brother was acting strange over time, so she decided to see for herself what he was doing 👀👀
Every day is the same. I wake up, get ready, grab an espresso at the café, take the bus, and head to work. I leave after hours, take the bus home, make dinner, and go to sleep. Weekends are the exception.
I’m the second assistant to Leonard Parker—known to the world as "the Relentless." He is a wealthy, imposing six-foot tycoon who owns the “Award-Winning Terroir,” producing exclusive, fine wines. Feared for his blue eyes and notorious as a heartbreaker, he cares nothing for others' opinions.
I’ve worked here for two years for the excellent salary and perks. The number-one assistant is Laila, a model-like woman who flaunts her beauty to the boss. She handles his personal schedule, welcomes guests, and speaks with him directly. I handle the meeting schedule, answer phones, and report to Laila. I’m an introvert who prefers organization over communication, and that’s how I want it.
The Relentless One walks past us with a frown, ignoring our greetings, and shuts himself in his office.
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震災で家を失った62歳の母が、避難所で生理用品を段ボール2箱分盗んだと疑われた。動画は80万回以上再生され、母は「被災者の物を盗む最低の女」と呼ばれた。
石川県で地震に遭い、私たち家族は小学校の体育館に避難していた。
母の澄江は、自分も被災者なのに毎朝6時から物資の仕分けを手伝っていた。
ところが3日後、母が大きな袋を2つ抱えて、鍵のかかる準備室に入る姿を撮影された。
「支援物資を隠してる！」
動画が拡散され、避難所の掲示板にも母の写真が貼られた。
運営委員会は母に、物資を全部返すよう求めた。
でも母は言った。
「盗んでません。ただ、今は説明できません」
私は腹が立った。
「説明しなきゃ、ずっと泥棒扱いされるよ！」
母は私を見て、小さく言った。
「私が話したら、ここにいられなくなる子がいるの」
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Crayon said Rema tried to make a move on Ayra Starr, but she turned him down. 😭😂 Wetin really dey happen for Mavin Records?
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I fucked the night-shift doctor against the supply-room door while the rest of the hospital slept.
He came in to check my IV after midnight, but his eyes lingered too long under the thin gown. I didn’t stop him when his hand slid between my legs and found me wet.
He locked the door, shoved the gown up, and pushed two fingers inside me while he stroked himself. Then he spun me around, bent me over the counter, and slammed into me from behind. The wet sound of him fucking me was filthy in the quiet room. He reached around and rubbed my clit hard, muttering how tight and greedy I was. 🧵
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Best Friend: “I don’t think your wife has told you everything about that trip.”
Me: “What are you talking about?”
Best Friend: “The trip she took with us last month. Something happened, and I don’t think you know.”
My wife’s best friend, Mireya, called me unexpectedly on a Sunday afternoon.
My wife had gone on a four-day vacation with three friends. I had no reason to suspect anything because she regularly travelled with them.
Me: “Did something happen to her?”
Mireya: “Not exactly. But she got involved with someone at the hotel.”
I went quiet.
Me: “What do you mean, involved?”
Mireya: “There was a man staying on the same floor. They spent most of the second night together.”
I asked whether she was certain.
She said she had walked into the hotel lounge and….
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日本人だけど、日本人男性より外国人男性と遊ぶほうが断然楽しいと感じるようになった。
自分でもどう説明したらいいのかわからないんだけど、私は21歳で、いわゆる男の娘っていうタイプなのかもしれない。普段から女の子っぽい服装をして外出しているし、Tinderでも結構マッチする。でも、日本人男性ってなぜか全然向こうからアプローチしてこない。いつも私から話しかけて、予定を提案して、全部自分から動かなきゃいけない。😭
それで最近、試しに外国人男性と会ってみることにしたんだけど、これが想像以上に違った。
向こうから待ち合わせ場所や時間を決めてくれるし、当日の流れもちゃんと説明してくれる。全部がすごく自然で、安心して楽しめた。正直、体の相性も今までよりずっと良く感じたし、自分でもびっくりするくらい楽しめた。
もう今までの恋愛や出会い方には戻れないかもしれない。😭
ただ、日本では「外国人とのワンナイトなんて、どうせ相手はすぐ帰国するんだから本当の恋愛や出会いとは言えない」みたいな偏見があるのも気になっている。
でも、そんな考えに振り回されたくない。
ちなみに、外国人が珍しいから好きというわけでは決してないよ。単純に、一緒に過ごした時間や相手の積極性が自分にはすごく合っていたというだけ。
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The bedroom light was still on.
My wife was on top of my brother, bouncing hard.
His cock was deep in her wet pussy. Tears already ran down her face.
She saw me and cried louder but kept moving.
My husband walked in, saw everything, and broke down crying.
She fainted while he was still inside her.
When she woke up, he was still digging her pussy deep.
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Every Friday after school, four girls would gather in Jessica’s bedroom to talk about the boys they secretly liked.
“I’m telling you, Michael smiled at me today. I think he likes me,” Emily said, hugging her pillow.
Sarah burst into laughter. “Girl, he smiles at everybody! Yesterday, he helped me carry my books.”
“Can you two stop fighting?” Olivia interrupted. “At least your crush knows you exist. Daniel walked past me today like I was invisible.”
Jessica started laughing. “Wait until you hear this. My crush asked for my number yesterday!”
All three girls screamed.
“WHAT? GIRL, YOU BETTER SHOW US HIS PICTURE!”
They spent the next two hours discussing cute smiles, secret glances, school dances, and who would make the first move.
Their biggest problem wasn’t homework anymore. It was figuring out which boy liked whom without exposing their own secrets.
Teenage friendship is something else. And Sometimes, the best part of having a crush is having your girlfriends to gossip and chat with.
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I went downstairs for water and my friends’s step dad was there sitting in the dark..
My friend falls asleep at like 10pm no matter what, it's actually insane, we'll be mid-conversation and she just drops. So I'm at her house for a sleepover and by 10:30 she's completely out and I'm laying there wide awake staring at the ceiling fan and I'm thirsty so I go downstairs.
The kitchen light is off but there's this warm glow from the living room and her stepdad is sitting on the couch with a glass of something brown, watching some old war movie with the volume barely on. He's in a white t-shirt and plaid pajama pants and he's got broad shoulders that stretch the cotton, salt and pepper stubble, and thick forearms with a faded tattoo of something I couldn't make out in the dim light. He looked up when I walked in and smiled and said "can't sleep either?"
I was wearing these tiny sleep shorts and a cropped tank and no bra (because who wears a bra to bed) and I saw his eyes flick down for half a second before he looked back at the TV. I got my water from the kitchen and I should have gone back upstairs but I sat on the other end of the couch and asked what he was watching and he said something about band of brothers and I said I'd never seen it and he said "you're welcome to stay."
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夫が亡くなった後、私はついに古くてボロボロになったソファを売ることにした。しかし翌朝、その購入者が再び私の家を訪れ、こう尋ねた。「ご主人がその中に何を隠していたか、ご存じでしたか？」
20年間、私は夫に何度もあの古いソファを処分してほしいと頼んできた。
茶色の張り地は色あせ、中央部分はひどく沈み込み、肘掛けはすでに3回も修理していた。立ち上がるには、何度も体を前後に揺らし、勢いをつけなければならなかった。
「新しいソファを買いましょうよ、アーサー」
すると夫は、いつも隣の空いている座席を軽くたたくだけだった。
「このソファなら、君がもっと僕の近くに座ってくれるだろう？」
そして、アーサーは亡くなった。
何年も買い替えたいと思っていたそのソファが、いつの間にか、家の中で唯一、安心して眠ることのできる場所になっていた。
毎晩、私は夫が座っていた側に体を丸め、彼の毛布を自分に巻きつけ、胸を締めつけるような静けさから逃れるために、テレビをつけたまま眠っていた。
夫が亡くなってから半年後、娘が優しく言った。
「お母さん、何もかも昔のままにしておかなくてもいいのよ」
私はソファの写真を撮り、40ドルで売りに出した。
その広告を削除しようとしたことが、3回もあった。
やがて、若い男性が娘と友人を連れてソファを引き取りにやって来た。
小さな女の子は、すぐにソファによじ登り、嬉しそうに跳ね始めた。
「パパ、私たち二人とも座れるよ！」
男性は、離婚後に新しいアパートを借り、家具をそろえているところだと説明してくれた。それまでは、娘と一緒に床に座ってアニメを見ていたのだという。
私は彼に20ドルを返した。
「この子に何かおいしいものでも買ってあげて」
