How to stimulate a hooded clitorous

I met my girlfriend 1 year ago and I've had amazing time with her traveling to many countries, doing new activities together and just normal daily life with her is fun. It's been a long distance relationship and we see each other every 2-3 weeks. We are both physicians and of the same culture and ethnicity which is hard to find. She has become my best friend, we both love each other, I get along well with her family and everything is great...except for the sex.
In the beginning the sex was "ok" for me, it definitely wasn't the best sex I've ever had but because she was so amazing in other ways, it didn't bother me. I told myself not many people have sex anyway after 10 yrs or after kids and that it's the other parts of a relationship that matters more. Fast forward to our vacations together and we still had the same issue. I could be at a beach resort, super horny, want to have sex with her, but then not be able to orgasm or stay hard. I've never had this issue before in my prior relationships. I can be hard before during the foreplay, but as soon as I go inside, I don't feel anything, so I become soft or continue thrusting until I get tired. I usually have her organsm through clitoral stimulation first before I go inside her.
Eventually it got to the point where I didn't want to have sex with her, made excuses that I was tired, either from driving the 4 hrs to see her or from work or that it was too late. I feared having sex because I knew if it was unsuccessful then we would be that much closer to breaking up. I've been so successful with my life that when we had these days where the sex didn't work out I felt like such a loser and become depressed for the rest of the day. This has even happened on vacations, a time when I'm usually at my happiest. I felt like Ethan in White Lotus season 2 who is super successful, but has a boring relationship, watches porn, ignores his wife who wants to have sex. It was sad and hit me hard.
With my prior relationships with ex's, I never had a issue with sex even with my penis being on the small side. My ex's would all be surprised how good the sex was, would call me a porn star, and I would have sex almost every time I met my partner. It's very different picture in my current relationship.
I've constantly been thinking about why the sex sucks now vs my prior relationships. At first i thought it was her weight and the fact that I can only do one position with her and that I couldn't go as deep because of a fat pad. Then I thought it was because my sex drive was not high enough since i wasn't working out as much. Then I was thinking it was the stress of my board exams. Then I thought it was psychological and the fear of breaking up. I got a pill for Viagra to see if that would help and it didn't. I've tried different positions but that didn't work well. I'm now at a loss and think we are just physically incompatible. My penis is on the small end and I can't feel anything when I am inside her. She admitted she can't feel anything either. I guess I can try not wearing a condom (after she goes on birth control) and she can try kegels, but again that's putting the blame on her which is not my intention. And there's no guarantee that kegels will help.
I think if it wasn't for the sex issue I would have already been shopping around for a ring.
When we talked about this, she has decided she is willing to give up a sex life at 30 for me. Her thinking is that no relationship will be perfect and at least she knows with me, this is what she has to give up and yes she can find someone else but even that one will not be perfect and there will be something she will have to give up. She's still unhappy about it. She said she will masturbate, I can masturbate but continue to try to make it work. My thoughts are that she's still only 30, she can definitely find someone else who has better sexual compatibility and she shouldn't be giving up on her sex life because of me. I'd understand if we had kids already or we were 10 years into a relationship, but sometimes I feel like it's only been a year, maybe she's not the one for me. I'm 32, my options are getting limited, but I'm unsure if I want a life of a dead bedroom for a companion. I'm worried that this will cause resentment for both of us and lead to either infidelity or divorce which being a physician, could still financially ruin me since I still make twice as much as her. I've always been told the key to financial success is one wife.
She is moving states to live with me in a month. She has a job lined up to start in a few months. However, my parents (who do not know what they want to do in life and have no house or job) are currently living with me. Under no circumstances will my gf live with my parents, no do I want her to. So my parents will have to move out which really feels like I have to kick my parents out in order to make room for my girlfriend. My fear is that we can continue trying to work out the sex and that if she moves in with me and we break up while she is with me, she will have no where to go. No friends in the area. 6 month notice for her contract. I'm at a loss. If we don't live together, we can't work out out sexual issues.
If I also break up with her, I fear I won't find anyone else who can give me the same amount of love. I'm old, bald, short, dating apps don't work for me, and living in a rural area.
Tldr: Girlfriend of 1 year is my best friend and perfect for me but we already have a dead bedroom. She's also moving states to live with me and start a new job in a month. In order for her to move in with me, I have to kick out my parents. If she doesn't move in with me, we can't figure out the sex part.

Hi everyone I am actually on verge of breaking here. 😢 Has anybody experienced something similar to me?!
I’ll keep it brief but I started experiencing swelling/itching of my clitoral hood back in January. Went to a sexual health clinic and saw someone there who luckily specialised in LS. She visually confirmed LS and gave me steroid cream. Few weeks after this, I developed a cyst on my hood which I had to go to hospital for to see a different gyno. This was SO ITCHY. She removed the cyst and took a punch biopsy of inner labia to confirm LS last month. Results of the cyst just showed inflammation. Results of the biopsy said POSSIBLE LS.
I’ve given my results to the original specialist I saw back in January and I’m waiting to hear back from her. I thought the swelling of the hood would go down after the cyst removal but it didn’t so I went back to the specialist before I got the results as she was very knowledgeable. She gave me antibiotics for the swelling (which I had once in Feb and they were the only thing that helped get rid of the swelling) and zerobase. She told me to continue with the steroid cream too.
Antibiotics helped again and everything went back to normal. I was so happy as I’ve been suffering with intense itching and uncomfortableness for 5 months now. Some days it’s okay and not inflamed, but most days it is itchy and inflamed. It’s been fine for a couple weeks now but today I’m experiencing swelling and inflammation AGAIN! It’s literally nowhere besides from the clitoral hood. It’s not as inflamed as it usually is but it’s still a bit inflamed. I wore underwear on Saturday but loose underwear and I’m thinking this could have flared it up but I don’t know.
The specialist said she has no doubt I have LS and I trust her knowledge. She said the swelling could be caused by build up under my hood and the LS itself. She said the steroid cream will help the itching but I have to be consistent. I have been using it every day since I last saw her over two weeks ago. But still the swelling has come back.
I’m honestly so scared it’s going to go back the way it was before the antibiotics. It was so swollen and I was just constantly in discomfort. I just want to cry and breakdown because it’s been every day now and I just want to feel normal again and I don’t think I ever will because it seems to be a mystery of why this is happening. Nothing is relieving it besides antibiotics when it gets really bad. 😔😔😔
My mental health is suffering so much with this. I’m sick of waking up every morning feeling itching or irritation. And I don’t know what’s causing it or how to fix it. If someone has been through the same please help 💔

I pulled back my clitoral hood and had to wiggle this thing out, it was super painful
Is this a keratin pearl? How can I prevent them from showing up? Does anyone else get these?
I pull back my hood and wash in the shower so i do put effort into cleaning, but it still doesn’t seem to prevent it maybe because of how my anatomy is. I’ve gotten these a couple of times over the years and it is always so uncomfortable and stressful

I am struggling so bad I need help right now. I’m 18 and i’m 99% sure I have PCOS (i have cysts on my ovaries, hormonal acne, hair loss, pelvic pain, irregular periods, high cortisol, loss of libido).
Mainly the thing that is causing me the most torment is the loss of libido, although I do feel like the root of all my symptoms is PCOS / high cortisol. I have little to no libido. Depending on my cycle, my libido goes up a little when I ovulate and then back down to almost 0 the rest of the time (occasionally goes up a bit again right before my period). This is a huge problem for me for several reasons.

1. I have a boyfriend and I want to WANT to have sex with him. It honestly feels like my brain is telling me I should want this but my body is just like no you’ll be fine without it. He is so kind and never pressures me into anything and he tries to help me and does research for me and everything and it hurts that I can’t have a similar sex drive to him. When I do have sex with him, there are times when things don’t exactly go the way they should (for example I can’t get wet at all or I’ll be wet and then dry up. when i ovulate i don’t really have this issue). I don’t expect sex to be perfect but it’s frustrating when this happens more often than I feel it should be happening, and I usually feel let down and like I’m letting him down.
2. I’m 18 and I’ve never really even felt an urge to masturbate so I never did. When I started dating my boyfriend, I was pretty eager to explore but as time when on and I got comfortable with the new things I tried, it sort of dwindled out so that I no longer felt any urge to try anything or continue anything. I’ve never properly masturbated. Recently I’ve been trying to do it on my own to learn what I like but it is a struggle. Rarely do I feel turned on when I try, it’s mostly just me trying to “show up for myself” and be consistent with trying (if I don’t try and be consistent, I’ll never feel the urge to masturbate). When I actually masturbate, there is no pleasure. Literally no pleasure. I know the clit is supposed to have all these nerve endings, but when I masturbate I either feel nothing or this odd sensation (my clit gets very sensitive and it’s not pleasant). I’ve tried to focus on this sensation and get past it in the hopes that maybe it’ll turn to pleasure, but it never does. Instead, my body starts to jerk and jump like a reflex to stop because of how not pleasant the sensation is. I’ve tried both direct clitoral stimulation (too sensitive) and non-direct clitoral stimulation (don’t feel anything). Also, because it’s hard for me to get turned on, I can’t really get wet (I’ve used lube before which helps). I’ve tried a vibrator, watching *videos* of my boyfriend and I, solely using my imagination. I’ve tried different motions and movements and speeds with my fingers and nothing works or stands out. It feels like my clit has no pleasure nerves or something. I just can’t seem to find what works for me in terms of both pleasure (tried using my fingers / vibrator in various ways but nothing stands out or brings me pleasure) and arousal (the different ways to get turned on, nothing really works). When nothing happens, I end up feeling really down and not wanting to try again.

Important things to note:

• It’s much easier to get turned on when my boyfriend is doing things to me, because when I try it by myself my mind wanders
  
• Yes, I do find my boyfriend attractive
  
• Yes, sex is pleasurable for me but my body reacts oddly sometimes (drying up). And despite knowing that sex is pleasurable for me, it’s hard for me to actually want it. Once I get going, I love it though but I still know there’s supposed to be more to it.
  
• I take various vitamins / supplements (vitamin c, vitamin d3, biotin, a magnesium calcium zinc complex, and most recently “hers libido supplements desire” with ashwagandha, L-citrulline, ginkgo biloba, and damiana leaf but I haven’t noticed any drastic changes between taking it and not)
  
• Also something important is that when my boyfriend fingers me, I do squirt but it only feels like I’m peeing myself and there is no other pleasure in it (other than maybe the “sweet relief” feeling that everybody gets when they feel like they have to pee and then do) aka I am not orgasming. While he is actively fingering me, I do find that enjoyable just like penetration. But I know there is supposed to be more to it, I know there is supposed to be more pleasure when it comes to both clitoral stimulation and squirting / coming
  
• Once we finish having sex or I finish squirting, it can get pretty dry and uncomfortable down there so even if we want to go again and he turns me on, my body still can't get wet and we have to use lube
  
• I’m going to have a talk with my gynecologist about all this but I do have a feeling she will be pushing towards birth control, because she was already pushing for it to get rid of my cysts and to regulate my hormones. I’m not against birth control and if necessary, I will go on it but I’d prefer for that to be a last resort. Ideally I’m hoping for natural remedies that can heal the root cause of all my symptoms, especially my loss of libido, but I’m also at a point where I will take what I can get (something that will actually give me results and doesn’t take years to see results)
  
• I have high cortisol / stress so I also need ways to lower that because I think that part of the reason I can’t masturbate / orgasm is mental and I’m scared to “lose control” of myself in that way. However, I believe this mental block is unrelated to the fact that I just can’t feel pleasure down there
  
• Just to be absolutely clear, i have NEVER orgasmed and never felt close to it
  

TL;DR…
I’m 18 years old and I am pretty sure I have PCOS since I have several symptoms. The symptom causing me the most issue is my loss of libido. I have little to no libido. My libido will go up a bit when I’m ovulating but other than that, I would say it is very low. I have a boyfriend and I want to WANT to have sex with him—my brain tells me that I should want this but my body reacts as if it could be fine without it. I want to have a higher sex drive and it hurts that we’re not on similar levels. When we do have sex, sometimes things go wrong (I can’t get wet enough or I’ll be wet and then dry up). I don’t expect sex to be perfect but it’s frustrating when this happens more often than I feel it should be happening, and I usually feel let down and like I’m letting him down. Aside from this, I’m 18 and have never really felt an urge to masturbate and so therefore never orgasmed. Recently I’ve been trying to do it on my own to learn what I like but it is a struggle. I don’t really feel turned on when I decide to try, and when I do masturbate, I am both not wet and there is literally no pleasure ever. I either feel nothing or my clit gets super sensitive and it is not pleasant. I’ve tried to focus on this sensation and get past it in the hopes that maybe it’ll turn to pleasure, but it never does. Instead, my body starts to jerk and jump like a reflex to stop because of how not pleasant the sensation is. I’ve tried different things: direct clitoral stimulation, non-direct clitoral stimulation, using a vibrator, watching *videos* of my boyfriend and I, using just my imagination, doing different motions and speeds. Nothing works. It really feels like my clit has no pleasure nerves or something. I just can’t seem to find what works for me in terms of both being pleasuring myself and arousing myself. When nothing happens, I end up feeling really down and not wanting to try again.
Important things to note:

• It’s much easier to get turned on when my boyfriend is doing things to me, because when I try it by myself my mind wanders
  
• Yes, I do find my boyfriend attractive
  
• Yes, sex is pleasurable for me but my body reacts oddly sometimes (drying up). And despite knowing that sex is pleasurable for me, it’s hard for me to actually want it. Once I get going, I love it though but I still know there’s supposed to be more to it.
  
• I take various vitamins / supplements (vitamin c, vitamin d3, biotin, a magnesium calcium zinc complex, and most recently “hers libido supplements desire” with ashwagandha, L-citrulline, ginkgo biloba, and damiana leaf but I haven’t noticed any drastic changes between taking it and not)
  
• Also something important is that when my boyfriend fingers me, I do squirt but it only feels like I’m peeing myself and there is no other pleasure in it / no orgasm. While he is actively fingering me, I do find that enjoyable just like penetration. But I know there is supposed to be more to it, I know there is supposed to be more pleasure when it comes to both clitoral stimulation and squirting / coming
  
• Once we finish having sex or I finish squirting, it can get pretty dry and uncomfortable down there so even if we want to go again and he turns me on, my body still can't get wet and we have to use lube
  
• I’m going to have a talk with my gynecologist about all this but I do have a feeling she will be pushing towards birth control, because she was already pushing for it to get rid of my cysts and to regulate my hormones. I’m not against birth control and if necessary, I will go on it but I’d prefer for that to be a last resort. Ideally I’m hoping for natural remedies that can heal the root cause of all my symptoms, especially my loss of libido, but I’m also at a point where I will take what I can get (something that will actually give me results and doesn’t take years to see results)
  
• I have high cortisol / stress so I also need ways to lower that because I think that part of the reason I can’t masturbate / orgasm is mental and I’m scared to “lose control” of myself in that way. However, I believe this mental block is unrelated to the fact that I just can’t feel pleasure down there
  
• Just to be absolutely clear, i have NEVER orgasmed and never felt close to it
  

I'm sorry I know this is long just please help me I'm desperate

After I cam back from Mexico, sick and traumatized I started making a porn to do casting calls for. I was exploring fetishes. I was learning to take my power back, I was living up to the title of my Book Memoires de Sarita- OD'd on Pleasure. It was a good distraction from the physical suffering and helped me to work through some personal things. Here is the memoir I wrote during that time period.
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Wonder Woman- Confess Your Desires
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I am a poly switch unicorn adventurer, curious, imaginative, entrepreneurial, nice, and turned on by mental stimulation, threesomes and my nipples being played with during a clitoral stimulation. No anal and no cum in the face, except on rare occasions. Cum below the neck and only the tongue and finger in the ass. ok, I make porn, I am writing a book, and a movie, and have a school in Puerto Escondido Mexico with a mezcal, working towards having a sustainable ranch with swingers in México and here in Washington State USA, where we can make an Airbnb and have events where I can bathe nude in the sun! I would like a sailboat to go between the ranches with swingers, always with cameras rolling. I would like to make the ranch with swingers who are into either cam shows, selling on snapchat and only fans and making porn, or all of the above and go live 24/7 with subscriptions. We all support each other and share knowledge, helping each other to succeed. I need a website and I would like to have someone who can help me with, along with my hacker problem. I would also like to make an app. google saritapleasure, sarah lauer foster is my Facebook. saritahippie is my Instagram. Next weekend I am practicing for my Wonder Woman shoot and learning some DOMness. Are there any areas you can help me with?
Wonder Woman- Confess your desires!
It takes place on the top of a hill on the shores of Sweden.
The opening scene is of two couples fucking each other as the guys luggage is sitting there. Its an emotional good bye fuck, Lots of “Ill miss you and worry about you” as they fuck and say good bye. It's two swinger couples who live together. After the men head down to their Viking ships, the women comfort each other's sadness from the men leaving.
They move it inside to the bed and they hear the young neighbor peeping in the curtain, but they continue, no bother. And then they hear some noise, and go outside, and three burglars are robbing their farm now that they saw the men leaving. So the youngest most bashful character will be thrown in the house as he is peeking in the window, and the other three are lassoed by 3 three lassos and forced to enter on their knees where swinger sister and I tie them up.
Make them confess the crime and then confess their desires. I bring out my girlfriend to have some fun with them in a boobless red and gold halter top, see through white g string and tall sexy black Viking style boots.
After the young neighbor and 3 robbers cum after they confess their desires, Wonder Woman puts the truth lasso on her swinger sister. And she looks bashful and says with her eyes, “I desire you.” and they start making out. When her husband comes back because he forgot something., he disciplines me and interrogates the guys still tied up. He is playing the mad jealous guy, but then he is getting turned on by the guys lusting after his wife and the control that I had over the situation. He wants me to spank this guy, but my hand is getting sore so I have him spank him and put his head in my lap, shoving my underwear in his mouth when he is too loud. My husband loves an excuse to discipline me, and so he has them all get on their knees and picks a fruit and vegetable to put in their mouths, has me get on all fours in front of it and sit on it.
so it's no sex for the robbers, only the Viking husband. but they will get a poke a lick and the fruit or veggie in the mouth for my vagina to fuck, etc.
The Viking husband asks them if they are ok when he comes in and gets mad. I am saying,” they robbed me, baby aren't you proud of me?”
Viking Husband starts asking the guys if it was fun being dominated by his wife and some say yes and some are thinking about it and nodding yes and then no.
He says, “Say, ya, she has been teasing you and won't let her touch her, ja, poor things. here,” and take me up to them but telling them, 1 ok, you are allowed 1 poke, the next, one lick of my nipple, and the other POKE in my arse.
He disciplines them for fucking with his farm and his wife, by giving them instructions for how to drive me wild, but its their punishment tease with me, tied and vulnerable. They can only do as my husband says. I am blindfolded with the spreaders. He can have them do things super gently with feathers, toothpicks, gently touching with the end of their fingertips. let them stick a finger in once but only once in and out, one in my mouth, one in my vagina and one in my butt.
Then when they look anxious for more, he gets mad at them for robbing his farm and says “I am mad at all of you,” have them get in a circle around me and make me back into the fruits and veggies in their mouth. Asking “is this what you were really after.” when i am finished with the 4 of them with the fruits and veggies in their mouths while i back into it. “Well, if you ever come anywhere near here again, or see that pussy again, your in big trouble”
After getting their confessions he is getting all of the details out of them, unties me and makes mad passionate love to me. When he cums, he has the big Viking ties u, lick the cum from my pussy.
fade to black!
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My BF and i have been dating for 4 years. He usually gets me really cute gifts and I am always grateful when he gets me things. When he gets me clothes he always makes me feel bad if I don't choose to wear whatever he got me all the time. I honestly think it's because of my ADHD but in all honesty, sometimes I just forget I have certain items of clothes. He got me a dress over the summer, it was cute, I really liked it. It was more of a casual dress it was looser and flowy. I wore it a few different times and said I liked it, because I did. But if I'm being completely honest, I saw it more as a leisure dress, not really a dress to go to like an event or for an occasion.
We were having dinner with my parents for my birthday and I was going to put on a different dress. He made a comment about how he wished I wore the dress he got me. It wasn't a big deal, I thought it was cute that he wanted me to wear what he got me so I changed dresses. He got weird and started saying things like "oh you don't have to wear it if you don't like it.", "Its fine if you don't want to wear it, I just thought it was cute but its fine." after I had already put it on. I assured him that I did like it and reminded him about all the other times I wore the dress. It was one of those times where someone says "oh its fine." but they are still upset about it. I wore the dress he got me and a purse he got me and just tried to move on, because it wasn't a big deal.
I would not say I am a fashionista by any means... But I like what I like. Some people may see my style as lazy or boring. I don't go out a whole bunch so when I'm just living my day to day life... I like leggings or jeans and a t-shirt. In the summer I just like a tank and shorts. I would rather be comfy if I'm just in the house or running errands. But when I do go out, I am particular. I like form fitting clothes, I like pink, I like animal print, its what I like and what I'm comfortable in. I don't really care too much about how others feel about the way I dress but I do wish I had more of a style and maybe put a little more thought into my outfits.
My boyfriend has told me he feels like I could dress a little cuter. He wasn't like shitting on what I wear or anything but I told him that I felt like I didn't really have much of a style. He definitely has a style, I don't really know how to describe it. He wears a lot of retro-looking T's, he likes going to the thrift store or vintage places. Its definitely not like clean cut, suites or blazers at all (just to give an idea). Hes a guy and it looks cool for him to wear what he wears.
Anyways, we were going on a trip. He suggested we go to the thrift store and pick out some outfits. I agreed. Clothes shopping at stores is something I hate. I get over stimulated, I buy things I maybe don't love just because I'm stressed and not thinking correctly.... its a whole thing.. hence why I don't have much of a style. I have always hated clothes shopping. But we went and he was picking out a bunch of stuff for me to try on. I was getting overwhelmed and was feeling pressured.
So I got the things that I guess I liked the most out of what he picked out for me... but after I we got home I realized that all of the stuff was basically just clothes he would wear if he was a girl. not really stuff id wear or ever pick out for myself. But I thought maybe dressing out of my comfort zone would be a good thing since I did say I wanted to have more of a style. I gave the clothes a try but I didn't feel pretty, I felt like I was dressing like a boy. I do still wear some of the stuff we got because I did genuinely like a few things. But after he noticed I was wearing my regular clothes he made the comment about me not wearing any of the stuff we had got. I just said that I felt like some of the stuff was a little too casual and didn't make me feel very confident. He got weird again and seemed offended that I didn't love everything we had picked out together.
For Christmas he got me a very cute skirt. I really did love it. I wore it for Christmas eve, I wore it when we went out one night, and I wore it to a family event. I was going to put on a jean skirt for this family event, I didn't totally like the jean skirt look. Since I had wore the skirt he got me a few different times close together I was just trying to switch up my look, and like I said--- sometimes when I'm getting ready and feeling overwhelmed or unhappy with how I look in the current outfit, I sometimes I forget I have certain items of clothing. He suggested I wear the skirt he got me. I said "oh you're right! this looks much cuter." plus it matched more of what he was wearing.
He had gotten me a hair clip, it was absolutely beautiful and I truly loved it. we were going to a friends party, we woke up late and I was rushing like hell to get ready. I was thinking about a million different things, trying to get myself together and my hair was looking insane. my mind was just on looking presentable. He said, "why don't you wear the clip I got you." I went and grabbed the clip and put it in my hair. He said "I feel like I always have to remind you to wear the things I get you." I apologized, I didn't want him to think I didn't like the things he gets me. I was getting dressed and put on a pair of pants I recently got that I really loved. He said, why don't you wear that skirt I got you. I didn't want to wear the skirt, I wore the skirt many times and its more of a wintefall skirt not a spring skirt. Its a thick material. I wanted to wear the pants. I could tell he got salty about it. But I reminded him about all the other times I wore it and that he knows I like it.
Yesterday he got me a shirt. He texted me saying he wanted to give me something. I went over and unwrapped the shirt. It was from a vintage clothing store. It looked like it was from the 70's. But... it was something I would never wear... i think that maybe it was a child shirt because the arm holes were tiny and the hood on it was so small. I'm a smaller person but it was a little tight on me. It was colors that I have never worn... it was bright green, with burnt orange sleeves and white accents with a white tie at the neck and was a thick scratchy polyester material... it gave me like retro school sports team vibes? idk if that makes sense. Like a cheerleader in the 70's would wear it.. idk. It looked like something he would wear and more his style.
But I was extremely nice. I put it on, said it was cute. Talked about what bottoms i thought would look cute with it. I did mention it was a little tight. Said it reminded me of a vintage jersey he has. said I liked it, gave him a kiss and said thank you more than once. I was raised to be polite and never say you don't like a gift someone got you because its rude. I also know that this whole him buying me clothes thing and feeling like I don't like them is an on going thing with us it seems. I wanted him to know I was grateful. I made a big effort to make him feel good about the gift he got me, even though I didn't love it.
All of the sudden he gets weird like out of nowhere and lets out a big sigh, I ask him whats wrong and he says "I thought you would be more stoked about it but it's fine." I said "Why do you say that? I do like it." he said, "I thought it was cute but it's fine." I truly have no idea what I did for him to say that. Mind you, I was still wearing the shirt. It seemed strange and out of nowhere. It was like he was creating the narrative of me hating the gift and even after I adamantly said how I liked it and what I was going to wear with it, he still said that. It made me feel bad honestly but also made me think about it.. he mentioned again how I don't wear the stuff he gets me (which is not true.) and just kept moping around saying how excited he was to give me the shirt. I didn't say one negative thing about the shirt except that the sleeves were a little tight. But it made me feel like he purposely got me a shirt that he knew was not my style whatsoever and was expecting me to say something. and when i didn't, he just kept going and randomly saying that it seemed like I didn't like it...
I don't get it but i feel semi manipulated. Idk if that's the right word but after writing all this stuff out it all just seems like strange and sort of controlling behavior idk... am i being ungrateful and reading too far into this or is it a little weird that he has this idea that i hate and don't wear the stuff he gets me. am I wrong to think he purposely got me a shirt I would have never picked out just for him to mope around and feel sorry for himself despite me saying I liked the shirt?
TLDR: my BF often buys me clothes. If I don’t wear them often enough he makes it seem like I don’t like his gifts. Yesterday he gifted me a shirt that is not my style. I said thank you but he still moped around saying I didn’t like it. (I’m bad at TLDRs idk lol)

So, I had a tinder thing on the weekend. I have been talking to this guy for about 2 weeks, with videos rather than messaging. We we’re going to go on a date but instead it ended up being decided that he would come to my house, we’d smoke a little Mary Jane and ‘watch movies’ - sex was obviously implied, and I was excited. But we pretty much got baked right away and straight down to it. Now I don’t know if I’m like old now and sex with random strangers isn’t as appealing to me anymore 🤷‍♀️ or if it was the weed and rushed intensity of it but, I had the craziest thought go through my head. BECAUSE IT WAS AMAZING. He just like took complete control of my body and made me orgasm so hard and quickly too. But he was insatiable, like got off on getting me off which is awesome, but intense. It was constant and very um strong? Like, heavy clitoral stimulation, lots of rubbing and grinding - which I like, and I was like, how did you know that and he was like ‘I pay attention’
As the night went on, I was like “I could die right now, happily.” - that was the thought.
BUT then it transpired into, he’s very good at this, like methodical, calculated almost. Like he does it for a living or something. AND THAT WAS IT - my crazy ass, untrusting, with a hint of trauma brain just started spiralling into a theory that he was a serial killer, that he fucks women into a lulled orgasmic state and then just like chokes them out or something 😅😂😭 like what. the. fuck.
And I laughed and was like yeah, right. The more I think about it the more I think I victimised myself to sabotage a good thing.
BUT THEN he was behaving in a way that started to BACK UP MY TERRIBLE THEROY.
Like, he barely spoke, laughed when I asked him things about himself and gave one word answers. He wouldn’t slow down or stop much. But not like in a pushy or forceful way, more an overly attentive way. I asked him to be a little more gentle and work up to the (very good) intense parts, but he didn’t. So I went quiet (still incredibly stoned) and told him I needed a break - I didn’t feel safe. And so we lay on the couch watching the movie and he asked if I was okay with his hand on my leg, and it was fine and THEN HE CUDDLED ME and I was like this is sweet, but is he comforting me to make me trust him so that we keep going or is he just being a NORMAL NICE GUY?!? But I was already deep in the hole of I’m going to die tonight, he’s too good, too nice. So I asked him to leave, just to know that he would leave. Which he did but…. TOOK THE USED CONDOMS WITH HIM. Like, didn’t put them in the bin, HE TOOK THEM WITH HIM. Like he was removing the evidence. Am I crazy, I feel crazy, but I’m also super intuitive and I have NEVER freaked out like that before. He’s been sweet and patient and said that I didn’t need to be apologetic because something obviously upset me and that’s okay and to ‘let him know when I’m ready’. A regular guy would be like this bitch crazy I’m out right? Do I tell him that I made up in my head that he was a serial killer and that’s why I freaked out? 😂😂😂 Cause I feel like that is the only way to move forward hahaha if I even want to see him again 😅 HELP?

you know what really grinds my gears? how as children we were constantly told “you will understand when you’re older”. will i?? will i mom?? my realization was just when im googling something about my private genital area and im literally here asking myself “what exactly is my clitoral hood?” don’t get my wrong, i know where my clit is but what exact region is my hood? i’m looking at all these google images and i see some paintings that resemble vaginas and it dawns on me. i literally grew up with a vagina on my wall. it’s a painting of a flower but i did research and this artist is inspired by VAGINAS. so i have this memory of the adults in my family coming to the realization of what they are looking at and little kid me is asking what’s going on?? what is the painting?? all i see is a flower? so i’m just brushed off and told i will understand once im older. i grew up always looking at this painting, trying to see what the adults are seeing. well, here i am, 27 years old and i am googling what parts of my vagina are. when my mother could have sat me down and explained what it was. what i had on my own body. to go to the bathroom and take a look because i never had the idea of even actually looking at my genitals until my early 20s.
don’t get me wrong, there are probably some things you could tell a kid they will understand when they’re older or maybe wait a little longer to explain some things when they are older but something like that? kids need to explore their bodies and also know their bodies. but that’s just something that grins my gears. educate your children, please

I am in the range of 10-14 years old and im scared of asking my parents for a toy… my parents are Christians tho and they might think it's disgusting and nasty to ask they don't want me to go outside and I want to get my own adult toy. I'm not asking for a dildo. Maybe a viberator and a small dildo to stimulate myself. People find it disgusting on a young girl wanting a dildo. But I can't use my fingers because it hurts a bit to me, and im very fragile.. I can barely because my cilt hood is covering it , and im very sensitive. I can't tell my parents because I'll get embarrassed and second they wouldn't understand and I don't know what to do because it's already stressing enough how it is with my parents being strict… I really want to talk to them about some stuff. But I have a truama towards adults now, considering the amount of times yelled at. small stuff sometimes and fingering just doesn't stimulate, which is why I want to get a viberator.

Hello, here is some context
Around April 10, I had symptoms of a yeast infection post-sex. I’ve been with my partner for a couple of months now and I’ve never experienced any breakouts before. On April 12-16 I realized I had 2 canker-sore like sores on my vulva. Exact location would be where the inner labia meets the clitoral hood. Was painful to wipe but honestly nothing major. I visited the gynecologist the next day, where I got swabbed and sent for testing.
Turns out I have HSV2. I have no idea if my partner gave this to me or if I just had it dormant within me (not on routine STD checks.)
I just have so many questions. My first outbreak would have been on those dates above. I never had a fever, or any other symptoms besides those 2 sores.
Does an outbreak need to be alongside fever symptoms? Has anyone experienced such a mild breakout? I’ve heard the first is the worst, but mine was yeast like symptoms. Should I get a second opinion? My sores went away the next day after visiting the gyno. My doctor recommended I use the medicine for when I am experiencing another breakout, does this mean I am at risk of infecting? Or how does this work?
Also, my partner has also never had an outbreak. However, a couple weeks back he said he was experiencing pain down there. Not burning or sores, I checked.

Hi everyone I have had some troubles with vaganitis(?) and im 18 and too scared to ask my mom!
my symptoms:
-one swollen/red/inflamed inner labia lip -itchy vulva -strong smelling urine -unpleasant smell in general - I also have another symptom which is smega under the clitoral hood, but I don’t know how to treat it because i’ve always had problems with an overly sensitive clit and i cant clean it because the lightest touch hurts so bad someone please give me advice
(on a side note I used to get recurring utis but i don’t really get them anymore)
• i do have regular sexual intercourse I don’t know if thats relevant or not
DISCLAIMER: I am completely sure this is not an std or sti I am in a relationship and have been for almost 3 years and have never cheated and I promise everyone with full certainty that my boyfriend is completely loyal. He also has only slept with one other person (before we started dating) and since then we have both been tested for stds and stis and came back negative.
Any diagnoses?

Ludwig slammed his talon down on the table.
“You’re telling me that even after THREE YEARS of the outbreak, you’re still distributing blood to the Hivewing populace? Have you lost your mind?!?” Ludwig shouted, and he eyed a few of the Pyrrhian queens shaking their heads in disapproval.
“Why yes, I have. Dragons would do anything for magic. How else do you think we fund your little workshop? Of course, we tax our citizens, but that isn’t enough.” The Silkwing monarch, Queen Chiffon, admired her claws, almost seeming distracted, and Ludwig pointed to the map of Pantala on the wall.
“Bloodworm, Cicada, and Hornet have already fallen. You are causing this problem!” He stabbed a hole around the three hives.
“Your hunters kill more beasts than I help create. This is just a numbers game: if more beasts are killed than created, then they will go extinct eventually.” She explained condescendingly. The Skywing Queen, Squall, interjected into the argument.
“You’re going to treat dragon lives as just a little ‘numbers game’? We still aren’t sure if the disease only affects Hivewings. We’ve only seen it affect them, but what if it mutates? You’re playing an incredibly risky game.”
“It’s not risky. The Royal Hunters need funds, I supply them. I supply much more out of my pocket than any of the rest of you do. Why don’t you all put more money down, and I wouldn’t have to distribute blood? It’s as easy as that.”
Ludwig sat defeated in his chair, and he felt his partner Memoria touch his left talon. He felt a little better.
But still. Innocent dragons were dying. Worse than dying. Transforming into these malformed beasts.
The Seawing Queen, perhaps the oldest and wisest at the table, spoke.
“Chiffon, I’m sure you know none of us have the budget for that. Ludwig, we should plan a more aggressive approach to this problem. The faster we end it then the fewer dragons die.” She said and eyed the one empty chair at the table.
The Hivewings still haven’t been able to choose a dragon to be their queen. Since Queen Garuda succumbed to beast hood a year ago there had been turmoil amongst the populace. Chiffon assumed temporary power, which, for the second time in a century, left Pantala with only two queens governing.
“Auklet, that may be true, but what would our next move be?” Squall asked.
The Seawing Queen squinted her eyes and studied the map closely.
“Ludwig.” She turned to him. “We start at Bloodworm Hive. In the next week, could you organize both branches of the Hunters? This is a plan I have.” She pointed to the southeast side of the hive. “Send in the Shadowhunters here, in groups of no more than five.”
Ludwig nodded. His Shadowhunters, specialized in stealth killings, could easily infiltrate the beast-ridden hive.
“And on the north side, you deploy all of the Hunters of the Sun. They will distract the beasts, and the Shadowhunters can attack from the back.” She drew lines of attack with her claws, and Ludwig nodded. That seemed like a sound idea. The Hunters of the Sun are a big enough force to maybe even overtake the whole hive by themselves, the Shadowhunters would be excellent support.
“And finally, take a chosen group of hunters with you, and help the Shadowhunters. The day before, rally your hunters. Morale is everything. And I am certain your moonlight blade is inspiring enough.” She glanced at the silver longsword slung across his back.
He spotted Chiffon with a slight frown on her face, and Ludwig adjusted his hunter cap.
He debated this plan a moment longer, attempting to find any weaknesses in it, before nodding.
“I will visit the Jewel workshop tonight. I’ll send messengers to the other hives. The Royal Hunters will be ready in five days' time.” He said, and Queen Auklet nodded.
“May the good blood guide your way.” She blessed him. The other queens, except for Chiffon, nodded in agreement.
Ludwig got up from the round table and swiftly left the room. He heard Memoria after him.
The two made their way to the Jewel Workshop, his black Nightwing scales beside Memoria’s Hivewing-Icewing.
“You think that’s a good plan, right?” Ludwig broke the silence.
“It seems… good enough. Who do you plan on taking with you for your team?” She asked.
“Don’t worry, you’re in it. I was thinking we would bring your sister and Aegis. It’s been a while since we last talked, and I could use someone as skilled as him in a team. He’s an Old Hunter, after all.”
“That’s only four of us. We need one more.” Memoria pointed out.
“And that’s who I’m thinking about. Maybe I’ll ask Aegis if he knows anyone.” Ludwig noted.
He went through the knowledge he had gained from that meeting.
Five hundred confirmed transformations last week. Five hundred deaths.
Eleven hunters fell in battle last week. Eleven deaths.
Twenty hunters lost themselves last week. Twenty deaths.
And over three hundred civilian deaths.
At least eight hundred and thirty-one deaths, in one week.
Ludwig felt sick to his stomach. The numbers kept getting higher, week after week.
The scourge had taken too much from him.
It had to end soon.
…
Ludwig hung his greatsword on the wall. They had just gotten back from Jewel Workshop, and Ludwig had sent messengers to the other workshops to explain the plan.
He heard a sigh from a chair behind him, and he turned to his partner.
“He’ll be here soon.”
Memoria scowled. “He’s always late. We should start coming later.”
The two were in a dark room. A low ceiling was supported by several pillars in the middle of the room, and there were several strange machines scattered around the room. On the other side of the room, opposite the door, were words scribbled across the wall.
“Fear the old blood.”
Laurence, the former leader of the Blood Ministry, lived here. He was an… interesting fellow. A little smaller than average, he was a pureblood Hivewing, and certainly one of the smartest dragons Ludwig had ever met.
But after the outbreak of the scourge, Laurence was held responsible for the deaths. He was taken in for questioning (by Ludwig himself) and the Queens decided to give him two choices: either help develop a cure or life imprisonment.
He had a few leads on the “cure” over the years, but always ended up empty-handed. Ludwig knew he was trying his best.
Laurence wasn’t a bad guy, after all. Back before the scourge, he had thought he was genuinely helping dragons. After all, who wouldn’t want magic? Sure, it wasn’t true animus magic, but some magic is better than none.
Ludwig broke the silence. “I still can’t believe Chiffon has been distributing blood. I want to kill her, I do. I just don't know how she can look at all of this carnage, and think ‘Welp! The Hunters need more money, I’ll make their job harder so that they can get it!’. Maybe I should send a Shadowhunter or two to take care of her.” Ludwig sat next to Memoria, and she twined her tail around his.
“That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think? Next meeting, after the attack, I’ll try to talk some sense into her.” Memoria promised him.
Ludwig turned his eyes to the silver sword on the wall.
The Holy Moonlight Sword.
A symbol of the Hunters. Ludwig’s pride and joy.
The sword… it was alive. It was loyal to Ludwig, and very rarely, Ludwig would imbue it with the power of moonlight during a hunt.
Ludwig heard the door open. A Hivewing rushed into the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
“Ack! My apologies for being late. I have been studying the blood carefully, you see. I’ve learned something new about it!” Laurence exclaimed.
“I would throw you in prison if you weren’t learning new things about it. What did you learn?” Ludwig joked with his old friend.
“Well… you see…” he rushed over to one of his machines, one with a tube of blood connected to some metal box, and paused. He pressed a few of the buttons seeming scattered randomly about it, and the blood was siphoned into the box. “I discovered that the blood changes your neurochemistry when injected into you.” He said, with a deep breath, as if expecting either Ludwig or Memoria to start clapping.
“Simple terms, please. We’re not scientists like you.”
“Ah, forgive me… it changes your brain. It changes how it works. See, I was testing its effects on lizards, our closest living relatives, and I found that the brain looks different between an injected lizard and a natural lizard.” Laurence explained.
“How did you figure that out?” Memoria asked.
“I dissected their brains.” He replied smugly. Memoria gagged.
“So what does this mean, regarding a cure?” Ludwig changed the subject.
“Ah, well, it isn’t that good. See, I don’t know a way to reverse the change. This should mean that there isn’t a cure available, but I will keep searching. Another interesting thing, is I haven’t been able to stimulate beasthood in the lizards yet. They aren’t capable of doing magic. So, that implies that the whole beast thing is exclusive to Hivewings. Like… myself.” He trailed off, looking down at his claws. “But besides that, this is a pretty big deal! I can properly test for a cure now.” Laurence said happily. Memoria looked a little disturbed. Ludwig clasped her right talon, and he saw a bit of color come back to her face.
Ludwig didn’t know how much magic she had left. She had already used a decent amount of magic but stopped as soon as it was discovered that magic caused beasthood. She, along with her sister, had been magic-free for the three years the hunt had been on.
Ludwig also had taken a bit of the old blood, but he couldn’t do any magic. He assumed this meant he was safe.
“Is that all you have for this week?” Ludwig asked. Laurence nodded. “Well then. I’ll see you next week. May the good blood guide your way.”
“May the good blood guide your way.”
Ludwig stood up and grabbed his sword, before Memoria followed him out of the room, leaving Laurence to his own devices.
The pair walked through the treestuff halls, and as soon as they were out of earshot Memoria sighed.
“He’ll never find a cure. It doesn’t exist. If only Willem hadn’t left, then we would have a competent scientist.” Memoria complained.
“Willem was mad. He was obsessing over ‘eyes on the inside’ before he turned. He didn’t even leave a note or anything. He probably just flew out into the savanna like a madman and got killed.” Ludwig replied.
“I’d prefer eyes on the inside over these beasts. At least his studies weren’t killing dragons. He was only focused on ascension, whatever that meant” Memoria stopped walking, and flicked her tail.
“What?” Ludwig turned to her.
“We should go to his study. It’s been long abandoned, I know, but maybe there’s something there. We can go before the attack, right? Five days is enough.”
Ludwig thought to himself. It’d take a day of flying to get to Byrgenwerth. Probably another day just spent exploring there. Then another day of flying to get to Bloodworm Hive.
They had time.
“We could. I don’t know its current state, though. And what else lies there...” Ludwig trailed off. “It’s worth a shot.”
Willem had been a strange dragon, even stranger than Laurence. He used to be Laurence’s teacher, until the discovery of old blood and the dissolving of the institution. Willem had continued his studies without Laurence, instead with what was left of his scholars. But soon Byrgenwerth was abandoned; Ludwig didn’t know why.
Perhaps he lacked ‘insight’, as Willem called it. Knowledge of the Truth.
Maybe the Truth would lead them to a cure for the beast plague before it took his lover.

Does the clitoral hood have multiple layers? I see all the diagrams online where it's the hood & then it's pulled back & there is a bulb. But when I pull my hood back, there is another hood that is attached to my clitoral bulb. Is this normal? I sometimes find hard white stuff that I need to work on extracting and it hurts. I've been concerned with clitoral adhesion in the past & recently saw on Instagram a doctor talking about addressing clitoral adhesions & how this treatment can help with vulvodynia. But she never showed what it looked like pre or post treatment.

Using a throwaway account.
All my life I have been able to achieve an orgasm one type of way. I accidentally discovered it when I was an adolescent, and until this day I have not been able to make it happen with any other methods. I’m not sure how I could describe it, it’s somewhat close to humping; I basically squeeze an object, like a blanket or a pillow between my legs multiple times until it happens. It’s a very quick, easy and extremely pleasurable method for me. I want to achieve other ways to orgasm because this one is very impractical and limiting, visually embarrassing, and the curiosity about other masturbation methods and orgasming during sex is driving me nuts.
During masturbation, I have tried clitoral stimulation, fingering myself, using a vibrator, a dildo, and although all of these feel pleasurable, they just can’t get me there after any amount of time, not even combined. With my sexual partners I also tried possibly everything you could imagine. Fingering, oral sex, vaginal and anal penetration, and yet, nothing. I had multiple sexual partners, with varying skill sets and sizes, experimented with a bunch of positions and interesting ideas, but to no avail. During sex, my general pleasure level is very high, way more than in solo. There are moments where it feels as though I’m “close”, both during clitoral stimulation and vaginal penetration, but these moments could drag out forever and never evolve into an actual orgasm, the same with any type of masturbation.
I’m especially bothered because I have had a boyfriend for over 4 years now. I never discussed this issue with him because he does everything perfectly during sex and pleasures me very well (way more than past partners), and I know this isn’t his fault. I don’t feel embarassed by my “issue” per se, I just didn’t want to discuss it at the start of our relationship, and eventually I figured it would change (because our sexual life has been constantly improving). I honestly don’t even want to bring it up to him anymore, because our sexual life is literally so fantastic,even without. I am not even particularly bothered by the lack of my orgasming during sex (this being partially a reason why I never felt the need to bring it up), and also because I know he’d be hurt that I kept it a secret, especially because he’s always doing his best to pleasure me.
I am in no way bothered by my situation, because after all I can make myself orgasm (even if I don’t like the technique) and I would not be frustrated at all if my sexual life remained the way it is right now since it still brings me so much pleasure. Evidently though, sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I could orgasm in other ways and/or with a partner.
So I’m turning to you guys here, does/did anybody else have the same experience, and is there a way (and if so, what) to help it, or should I just keep masturbating in a way that pleasures me and accept that orgasming during sex isn’t a necessity if it still pleasurable?
Please excuse any grammatical errors, I am not a native English speaker.

I feel like I'm being punished. After multiple miscarriages, my hopes aren't broken but now after two months of trying and not conceiving, (no misscarages in this month, so 2 months after last miscarriage was over) I got my period and IT NEVER STOPPED. ive been bleeding and cramping and bleeding for literally 2 months straight. I am so tired of this, I can't even have sex for fun, let alone to make a baby. God I want to be able to have an orgasm so bad but every time I do (clitoral stimulation or if I end up caving and having sex) It's fallowed by pain and cramping and heavier bleeding the next day. Like just when u think it's gunna taper off and stop, it comes back with a bright red fiary vengeance! I went to my ob, and she hasn't done any tests on me yet, and prescribed me blood thickeners. I haven't taken them because honestly the thought of any of those side effects or complications she mentioned scare me, plus they are HUGE and chalky and I'm totally gunna choke. Plus, how you gunna prescribe me something to stop the bleeding when YOU DONT KNOW WHY IM BLEEDING? I just want this to stop. Idk man. This sucks. I'm tired of bleeding. I want my life back. I want to not be in pain, I want to be able to have sex, I want to be able to make a baby.

Hey! I'm a 22 year old girl whos got amputated 4 months ago in Spain. I'm actually living very depressed, i've Lost like 90% of my sensibility, sex feels like going to the gym, no pleasure at all, just movement and sweat. I've been told that my clitoral gland hasnt been apparently touched, and maybe It gets It sensibility back, but i have this weird vaginal sensation i would like to discuss with yall. I dont feel anything while penetration, ive read about the functionality of labia while penetration on one of Jessica's article. Talking about the traction of them and the indirect stimulation of the clítoris. I'm so afraid i wont feel sex nicely again. Masturbation is very sad, i dont get any satisfaction, and he left me with a Big big clitoral hood (It got bigger after surgery and stayed that size) that doesnt let me interact with my vulva smoothly. My partner doesnt really now how to touch me, and oral sex feels like nothing, its even painful If there's anyone in the same situation as me, please, Contact me. I'm so so desperate, i used to LOVE sex and i dont feel functional anymore.

I (22F) don’t know how to masturbate. In all my years of living, I have no clue how it feels to “feel good” in a sexual way. I have never felt it. I genuinely feel like I’m broken and it’s making be sad/depressed.
Most women orgasm from and enjoy clitoral stimulation and have less or no enjoyment from g-spot stimulation. I understand that part. (I bought a dildo and don’t feel anything. I like feeling “full” and fantasizing about the intimacy with a hypothetical partner, but I don’t feel any sexual enjoyment. I have no problem getting turned on. It’s just that I don’t feel “pleasure”.) I’m not too upset about not feeling pleasure from g-spot stimulation since that’s common, but WHAT ABOUT MY CLIT?? I literally don’t feel anything but the fact that my hand is touching my clit.
This is one of the reasons why I’m still a virgin. I don’t want to fake moan my whole life. I want to make love with someone so badly and genuinely enjoy it. It’s so frustrating getting attention from guys and avoiding sex because I know I’m not going to enjoy it. I feel like I’m missing out on life’s greatest experiences. I feel like someone who was born deaf and cannot conceptualize what a sound even is. I try so hard to imagine what “sexual pleasure” feels like and I just can’t. I’ve tried living vicariously through people by asking them what it feels like. Their description is never enough for me.
I’ve searched far and wide and it feels like I’m the only one in the world with this issue. It feels like one giant prank on me. Like the Truman show or some social experiment. It also feels like I have some rare neurological issue that’s causing this. I know some people masturbate and have sex for dopamine and stress relief. What if me not being able to do this is also affecting my brain negatively?
I don’t know if growing up without my own room played a huge role. Would I still be like this if I had more privacy growing up? Who do I even tell? How can I get help? Do I have some traumatic experience that caused this but my brain forgot? Is some part of female anatomy missing from my body? Do I need to go to the doctor or find a really experienced person who’s good at sex? I don’t want to live like this forever. The older I get, the more depressing it is. I feel so isolated and behind. I feel like I’m going insane (to find answers).

Inspiration(s): - Red Hood and Arsenal (and technically, by extension, Batman and Green Arrow/Hawkeye) - Bullseye - Deathstroke - O’Clock/Knuckleduster from My Hero - Xander Cage (Vin Diesel’s character from the xXx movies) - Sidney Prescott (his origins are somewhat similar to the events of Scream)
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Now onto actual character info:
Name: Xander Wylde (stage/preferred name); Xander Ortega (legal name)
Alias(es): Sharpshooter; Trickshot, Crosshairs; Deadeye, X, 3X (pronounced Triple X)
Age: - 16 (when he starts) - 20’s (currently)
Height: 6’1
Weight: 186 lbs
Gender: Male
Occupation: Extreme Sports Athlete and Self-Defense Instructor
City of Operations: Miami
Affiliation: N/A
Family: - David Carson (father) - Isabela Ortega (mother) - Javier Orteg (older brother) - Eric Ortega (older brother) - Vanessa Ortega (twin sister) - Jessica Ortega (younger sister)
Powers: - Overclocking: Accelerate his heartbeat and metabolism, consciously activate and accelerate his adrenaline production, and stimulate his nerves to enhance his reflexes and induce a state of tachypsychia (altered perception of time). Prolonged use of this ability, or usage at higher levels, can be incredibly harmful and self-destructive.

• Regenerative Healing/Reactive Adaptation: A healing ability that also strengthens and adapts his body to make him stronger, faster, and more resilient than before for enhanced performance. It works similar to the Saiyan Zenkai boosts from Dragon Ball Z, and allows Xander to enter into the realm of superhumans.

Abilities: - Superhuman Athleticism and Physical Condition: Due to his incredibly demanding lifestyle as an extreme sports athlete and superhero, Xander has been undergoing intense training from the time he was twelve, and because of his powers, has been able to transcend the limits of human potential and enter the realm of superhuman ability. He’s strong enough to rip apart steel like paper, run 100mph at least, exert himself for a few days at peak capacity, and withstand extreme amounts of punishment, even shrugging off being shot or having explosions go off point blank.

• Master Archer and Marksman: From his youth, Xander has been practicing archery and later branched into other forms of marksmanship, including firearms, throwing knives, slings, slingshots, spears/javelins, etc. He has perfected his aim and precision to such a degree that he never misses a shot unless it’s intentional (like misdirection and warning shots). He mostly employs the use of a bow and arrow, wristbows, and throwing knives, but can use virtually anything as a weapon due to his abilities.
  
• Hand-to-Hand Combat: Xander was trained extensively in a number of martial arts, namely Eskrima, Muay Thai, Taekwondo, Karate, Silat, Boxing, Capoeira, Wing Chun, Judo, Jiu-Jitsu, Krav Maga, and *Keysi/Defence Lab. *(If you don’t know, this is what they used in the Dark Knight and Jack Reacher movies)
  
• Stealth: Xander is able to move silently without alerting anyone to his presence or tripping any alarms, even silent ones. He also incredibly good at blending in and not drawing attention to myself.
  
• Proficient Detective and Hacker: While not formally trained in such, Xander learned the tricks to being a detective from his father, how to use computers from his older siblings, and has perfect memory and recall. Using these abilities, he’s able to piece together crimes scenes and find suspects just from looking at crime scenes and gathering the info he needs (even from small, minute details).
  
• Engineering/Inventing: Xander is incredibly resourceful and remarkably intelligent, having made his wristbows, regularly making his own arrows, and creating whatever gadgets he may need in the field.
  

Background: When he was just a kid, Xander’s father, David, a highly decorated and famous detective and police captain for the MPD, was found to have been corrupt and working for the Valentine Crime Family, and though he testified for a lighter sentence, he would ultimately die in prison. To distract himself from the grief and shame of having a corrupt cop as a father, Xander threw himself into sports, finding out he had talents for archery, martial arts, and extreme sports.
When he was sixteen, a string of murders began happening around the city, primarily in his neighborhood, and to his shock and horror, the culprits were his girlfriend Victoria and best friend Zeke. They revealed they had ties to the Valentine Family (Victoria was the patriarch’s granddaughter and Zeke’s dad was an enforcer who was sent to prison by David, and also the one who killed him) and wanted to kill him and his family as revenge for the Valentine’s losing their position as the top dogs in Miami. Before they could kill him, though, Xander’spowers emerged and he turned the tables, killing them with extreme prejudice.
Angry and hurt by the incident, Xander threw himself into training, and decided to pursue his own brand of justice, not only on the remnants of the Valentine Family, but on all organized crime in Miami, corrupt cops included. To this end, he ordered a custom-made bow, fashioned some other equipment he felt he needed, and took to the streets to clean up the city.
Eventually he would wipe out the Valentine Family and tie up any loose ends, but shortly after a massive gang war erupted, threatening the entire city. Xander quickly found himself working overtime on fighting back against crime and saving people from getting caught in the crossfire. The events of the war opened his eyes to the good he could do by fighting for the people instead of acting on his own vengeance, so he took a small hiatus and rebranded himself as a hero instead of a vengeful vigilante.

Hey guys, I just wanted to preface this by saying I should have listened to the responses I got on part one. You all tried to warn me and express your concerns of danger but I didn't listen. Fair warning, what I found has left me in shock, and I honestly have no idea what to do now. Please comment below your thoughts, and what you think my plan of action should be. I am beyond terrified and scared that I might have found something that will put my life in danger...
Before I continue, make sure you read part one, you must have the background before reading what I found.
Link to Part 1
The following day, I jumped out of bed with a fresh-found vigor. I was bursting with excitement and hurried downstairs to eat and get out the door. After breakfast with my family, I told my parents I planned to explore the forest. They asked me to take my younger brother, but I knew I couldn't drag him along for this, so I politely refused. With some huffing and puffing from my parents, I got my things together and headed into the forest. I had two water bottles, a flashlight, my phone, wallet, pocket knife, and headphones at the bottom of my backpack.
The air was cool and refreshing; a light breeze swayed the branches above my head. It was sunny, but the heat was minimal. I loved the weather in Germany; it was far better than the Texas heat I endured every summer. The forest around me had grown highly dense, and I had started to walk at a slight incline. Before long, I noticed the ground taking a drastic upward angle. The thick coat of leaves covering the forest bed made it difficult to stand, so I lowered myself to the ground and began to crawl. The ground was incredibly slick, and I felt like any second now, I would fall. A tree just out of reach looked like it could support my weight, so bracing myself I lunged for it. Without fail, I clasped onto the base and held myself before pulling my legs up. As my feet found a comfortable position, a loud CRACK broke the forest's silence, and before I could react I was tumbling backward.
Covering my face and head, I rolled down the hill, rocks and branches assaulting me from every angle. The speed at which I was falling increased, and I knew I needed to try and slow my fall. With a last-ditch effort for safety, I opened my eyes, moving them side to side hoping to catch a glimpse of my surroundings. As I swung my head back to face center, I saw a strange-looking pile of leaves directly in my path. I immediately thought it resembled a small outcropping, but I hit it before I could determine exactly what it was.
The impact sent a violent shudder up my spine, and my legs buckled under the force. I collapsed in a pile of limbs and appendages, groaning from the pain this fall had caused. However as I lay there, coming to my senses, I realized two things. One I had stopped falling, and two the outcropping I lay on was firm. I was hurting, that's for sure, but as far as I could tell my body was intact aside from a few obvious cuts and bruises. Brushing away the leaves at my feet, I saw a manhole cover standing out from the concrete that surrounded it. Leaning in, I examined the cover and chuckled when I saw what was in its middle. A swastika stared back at me, almost as if it were the X that marked the spot. Did I just find an entrance to the bunkers? Not possible.
Standing up, which took considerable effort, I leaned over the edge and saw a wall of concrete disappearing into the slope below. The structure I found myself on almost resembled a chimney, tall and rectangular. How has this never been found? I didn't see it on my way up. Was it here this whole time? I couldn't understand how something this large was suddenly presented to me, but I wasn't going to complain. All that mattered was that I had found it, and now I had a serious decision to make. Do I go now, or do I wait till night? I took a second to think and then decided that I'd have to go at night. My parents were inherently cautious, and I knew they would worry if I disappeared during the day. At night, fast asleep, they couldn't worry about much more than the dreams in their heads. I videoed the area around the entrance and took detailed pictures so as not to forget where this structure stood.
When I arrived home, my Oma immediately scolded me because I had gotten so dirty. I apologized and mentioned that I had slipped while exploring. She laughed it off and told me to put my clothes in the wash. The afternoon passed by quickly, and the night was fast approaching. My nerves were wired, and I was growing antsy. I had checked my bag three times to ensure I had everything, and now I just had to wait till the house fell silent. As I waited, I let my mind wander to what I might find below the surface, but I couldn't imagine my adventure turning into something like the movie The Descent. When I heard the first faint snores coming from my grandmother's and my parent's bedrooms, I crept out the back door and was off into the mountains.
Darkness consumed everything around me, and I was beginning to feel uneasy. Night in the forest was no joke; mixed with the all-consuming darkness, the sounds of animals and creatures led to paranoia. I had mapped out the location of the entrance earlier, but the pictures and videos I had taken were from the middle of the day, and the addition of night rendered them useless. It was like the forest from earlier had been picked up and dropped into a different dimension. My surroundings were far from familiar and I was afraid I'd be lost if I didn't find the Concrete Chimney (the name I gave the structure) again soon.
The ground had started to reach an incline again, and for the first time since walking out the backdoor, I felt like the entrance to the bunker was close. My flashing suddenly reflected off the slab of concrete rising out of the dirt and leaves around it. I had made my way back to the Concrete Chimney, and now more than ever felt the pressure of what I would find deep inside the mountain I stood upon. Pulling myself onto the the top of the entrance, I squatted down next to the manhole cover displaying the Swastika symbol and opened my backpack reaching inside for the crowbar I'd stolen from my Oma's outside shed. I'll admit, I hadn't used a crowbar before to pry off a manhole cover, but time spent on YouTube and internet forums in the late afternoon had given me enough confidence to give it a go.
Wedging the edge of the crowbar underneath the lid, I applied my full strength to the opposite end of the bar and pushed. The lid flew off with ease, landing with a resounding THUD in the bed of leaves left of the Chimney. Turning back to face the now open hole, I let my flashlight illuminate a ladder that disappeared into the darkness my light couldn't penetrate. Checking once more the contents of my backpack, I zipped it shut, and slung it over my back. Lowering myself onto the first wrung, I took a deep breath and began my descent.
Dust billowed up in clouds around me as I made my way down the metal ladder wrung by wrung. The urge to sneeze was all-consuming, but I forced myself to ignore it, afraid the involuntary movement that comes with sneezing would send me tumbling into the dark abyss beneath me. 15 minutes or so of fighting sneezes, and breathing in stale air had passed, as I planted my feet on the dirt floor the ladder ascended from. Looking up, the light from the opening looked like a pinhole, barely visible to my eyes. Judging by the distance, I was at least two hundred feet down, but with no tape measure to corroborate my estimate, my guess was as good as yours.
The room I was standing in was vast and looked to have been frequented by teenagers looking for a place to party and let loose. Graffiti decorated the stone walls, and empty cans of beer and seltzers were littered across the floor. I'm not the first to go down here, but how far did those before me get? I thought as I slowly surveyed the room. Across from where the ladder met the floor, was an opening in the wall forming the entrance to a dark tunnel. Unease spread through me as I gazed into the tunnel's darkness, but having come this far my only option was to continue onward.
Before committing to the tunnel, I wanted to examine the Graffiti that surrounded me. Most of the images and words were nonsensical, just your typical drunken vulgar phrases, and crude jokes. The expressions on the wall were nothing more than remnants of an alcohol-soaked night, and with nothing left to see, I tightened the straps on my pack and marched headfirst toward the tunnel that patiently awaited my arrival.
My flashlight lit up the entrance to the tunnel, exposing dust, cobwebs, and beer cans, but there were fewer visible in the tunnel, compared to the piles that surrounded me. The tunnel's roof looked to stretch far into the darkness, and the walls looked wide enough to fit three people walking side by side. I stepped into the tunnel and began to walk, keeping my light focused on the stretch in front of me. I expected to feel panic or fear as I walked deeper and deeper into the tunnel, but in reality, I felt very comfortable being surrounded by miles of stone on every side. After a while, I observed a downward slant in the tunnel, indicating a descent into the inner reaches of the mountain.
After 15 minutes of walking, I paused to catch my breath and jot down some of the thoughts circulating through my head. Sitting against the cool stone wall, I pulled a brown leather notebook out of my bag and flipped to the first empty page that was available. The thoughts and observations I had thus far, flowed seamlessly from the tip of my pen onto the blank canvas of the page.
I've been walking for 45 minutes or so, and I've got to be around five or six hundred feet under the ground.
The first stretch of the tunnel showed signs of exploration, but I don't think anyone has been this deep down in years. This place looks untouched.
This far down it has gotten awfully cold, and the silence I've been walking in has gone from peaceful to eerie. I feel strange, something seems wrong.
I can't imagine this tunnel going much farther, but then again, it could be miles before I reach an end. Either way, I'm committed to finding out.
Closing my notebook, a genuine sense of unease grew as I thought about what might lie ahead. I had no idea what I might come across, but the feeling I had as I turned to head deeper didn't boost my confidence. I started to slow my pace as the tunnel began to curve, the floor's slope becoming steeper as I continued. With each impending turn, I found myself pausing, my imagination conjuring images of elusive creatures lurking in the shadows, eager to bring this exploration of mine to a close.
Rounding another bend, I saw that the tunnel stretched on again, forming a long straight line. The ground had also leveled out, and I began to feel like this was where I would be facing the horrors of the mountain. I let the beam of my flashlight traverse the expanse ahead, halting abruptly upon encountering a substantial metal door, firmly fixed to a wall at the passage. Approaching with caution, I noticed a message etched into the stone above the metal door's frame. The message, crudely constructed read:
Gib Alle Hoffnung auf, der du hier eintrittst (Abandon all hope, you who enter here.)
A sharp breath entered my lungs as I stepped back, shocked by what I had just read. I knew the quote all too well, having read Dante's Divine Comedy. I didn't want to go any further, and opening the door to see what awaited me seemed futile. But as I stood before the door, I felt that I owed it to myself, my family, and the people of Schwarzdorf. Reciting a prayer, I lowered my hand to the weathered, oversized metal bolt and maneuvered it to disengage the locking mechanism securing the door to the stone wall. The door swung open with a tremendous THOOM as it made impact with the wall.
A cold, strong gust of wind flew from the open doorway, goosebumps forming on my forearms as I stepped over its threshold. The fear of the unknown coursed through my body as I continued down a long narrow passage. The tunnel felt claustrophobic and the lack of light played tricks on my eyes. The sight of the same stone walls, the same dirt floor, and the same dark emptiness caused me to feel as if I were walking in place. There was a completely different feeling to this passage, something bad had happened here.
The repetitive nature of the tunnel was broken when my light illuminated what looked like personal belongings, strewn all over the floor in front of me. Approaching the first items, I noticed their age almost immediately. They looked outdated and from another time. A multitude of personal articles, including watches, hats, shoes, socks, shirts, pants, earrings, necklaces, and various other possessions, were strewn across the ground. Try and imagine someone taking their entire wardrobe and dumping it violently on the floor. This is the scene that presented itself to me.
I experienced a sense of discomfort upon observing the cluttered floor, yet I couldn't fully understand the underlying significance of it. Something wasn't right deep within this mountain, but I knew it fell upon me to uncover its secrets, regardless of the fear I felt. I continued forward, the narrow passage starting to twist and turn like the banks of a river. There were belongings everywhere now, piles of people's lively hood sheepishly stacked against the tunnel's cold stone walls.
Then without warning, I was hit by the smell. An odor so foul that even death would recoil, entered my nostrils, causing me to stumble backward as vomit crept into my throat. Kneeling, I dry-heaved violently, immobilized by the putrid stench. What the hell is this? Where is this shit coming from?
I battled the urge to turn and run, fear taking hold of my body. I can't keep going. Something is seriously wrong here, I thought still fighting the waves of nausea. I've come this far though, I know it'll haunt me if I turn back now, I've got to find answers... I had made my decision, a decision I would come to regret, but with a false sense of resolve, I got to my feet and dropped my pack off my back. I dug through its contents, searching for my minuscule first aid kid. It was sitting at the bottom of my bag, ready to be opened and used. I searched through the Band-Aids, pain meds, and creams till I came across a thick gauze pad. Tearing off two pieces, I wound them up and stuffed them firmly in my nose. The stench was instantly dampened, and I felt the nausea finally starting to subside.
Gathering the strength to move, I stepped forward and once more resumed my slow walk towards the source of the small. Quicker than I had hoped, my crudely constructed nose plugs started to lose their effect, rendering me exposed to the smell again. It was stronger now, signaling my fast-approaching arrival to the source. I found another door up ahead, fixed into the wall like the last, but the sight of this door immediately tripped the not-so-silent alarms in my head.
There were large dried crimson splashes of blood staining the door's steel surface, and beneath it were dried pools on the floor as well. I had the primal urge to run until I was far away from this place, but the curiosity inside me drove me forward. Reaching for the handle I slowly pulled the door open, releasing the strongest wave of death yet. I struggled to remain composed, an onslaught of the stench surrounding me. Bracing for a waking nightmare, my light shone into the room beyond the door, and when I realized its size, it took my breath away.
The expanse resembled an ancient hall, its length, and height unknown to me. Walking forward through the doorway, I moved my light along the room's long walls, my eyes picking up on an abundance of identical metal doors, evenly spaced along the portions of the wall lit up by my light. As I continued forward and more walls were exposed, I saw more doors following the same mirrored fashion. It was unnerving and slightly uncanny, resembling a lost level of the backrooms.
The center of the room quickly approached and as I swung my light back to face the space in front of me, I saw a large circular pit awaiting me. I was standing near the edge and felt the wobbly sensation you experience when standing over a vast expanse. Training my light on the dark hole, I let out an audible GASP when I exposed its contents hidden by the dark.
There were thousands of bodies piled on top of one another. Men, Women, and Children were stuffed into the hole like sardines in a can, their disfigured corpses glaring back at where I stood. Snapping out of shock, I stumbled backward, slipping on the floor beneath me. As I came crashing down on my back I felt a strange texture beneath me, resting atop the floor like some laminate. My light had gone off when I fell to the ground, and I had to resort to crawling around in an all-consuming dark, inches from a vast expanse filled with corpses. My hand brushed against the metal handle of the flashlight, and I quickly grabbed it, flipping the switch to illuminate the floor.
My light shone off the dried blood that engulfed the entirety of the floor. It was everywhere, turning the floor from a pearly white to a dark gruesome shade of red. I let out a terrified scream, throwing myself to my feet while I frantically brushed away at the areas of my clothing exposed to the floor. I was bewildered, disgusted, panicked, and afraid. I was feeling a thousand emotions and couldn't decide which to address first. I found myself standing in the blood of thousands; men, women, and children murdered and butchered relentlessly in this room. The pieces of the puzzle I had been so eager to solve fell into place seamlessly as I began to comprehend the abomination I had discovered.
That base my Oma had mentioned, was no base but an underground secret factory of death. The disappearance of Schwazdorf's Jewish Community, the great mystery, had been solved. I had found their final resting place, and within these walls, the depravity of human nature had been on full display. The men of Schwarzdorf, my great-grandfather, had been forced to kill his neighbors at the command of the Nazi Party. I wished in this moment I hadn't pursued my curiosity. I wished these bunkers and this chamber never existed. I hoped for many things, but none that I could control. I had brought myself here, ignored the warning signs, and would now face the consequences.
Peering over the edge once more, I let myself fully witness the crime committed here so many years ago. The brief glimpse I had of death moments earlier, its brutality, was no comparison to the prolonged gaze I maintained now. The bodies within the pit were deeply disfigured, decomposition had set in, but yet somehow their broken figures were not skeletal. I could see signs of burns, cuts, abrasions, beating, gunshot wounds, and many other forms of torture and abuse. I couldn't bear to look at their gaunt sunken expressions, so I turned my back to the pit and let out the tears I'd attempted to keep from flowing out of my eyes.
I felt broken, my mind shattered, and this reality felt like a waking nightmare. I started to head towards the exit, my pace slow and solemn. Before exiting I came to a stop in front of the doorway, a single thought triggering a sudden internal conflict. I never looked behind the doors in the walls. Part of me wanted out, practically begging for fresh air, while the other part of me was overcome with curiosity, and wanted to continue. I realized this would likely be my final descent into this chamber, and the world I planned to share this with would need the whole story.
Veering to my right I headed straight to the first visible door in the wall. There were small glass panes embedded in the door from which I could peer into the room, but with no source of light, seeing anything through them was impossible. I tried the first handle but to my surprise, it was locked. I moved to the next door and tried the handle. Same outcome as the last time. The third door I came to was cracked open, allowing me to enter the dark chamber. My flashlight hit the darkness and parted it, exposing a large industrial oven. The floor beneath it had piles of belongings, like the tunnel outside this chamber, and it took me no more than a second to understand what went down there.
Stepping back through the doorway, I slammed the door shut and moved to open the next door. This door was unlocked and when I opened it, my light showed me a room full of tools and surgical devices. Lined up against the back wall were six metal tables. Dried blood decorated their surfaces, indicating the atrocities performed in this room. I was beginning to have enough, my head was throbbing, and my eyes were dry from crying. I needed to leave soon, it felt like I was starting to lose my mind. The end of the wall loomed ahead, and with each open door, I peered through the same gruesome picture of murder and despair that was put on display. Turning to face the chamber's back wall, I moved my light slowly across its surface, a message coming into focus, having been concealed by the darkness. In the center of the wall was a message written in large almost comical letters. It read DIE TOTEN (THE DEAD) and covering the wall beneath it were thousands of small almost unrecognizable tally marks.
Another wave of nausea washed over me when I realized the number of people killed in this room tallied into the tens of thousands. This operation here had taken place on an unimaginable scale, and as I stood in the center trying to comprehend its significance my mind broke. I screamed violently, my whole body shaking uncontrollably. I was standing around the remains of thousands of men, women, and children who had their lives brutally ended here because of some psychopath's wicked agenda. The perpetrators, those responsible for these horrific atrocities, had escaped and managed to hide their crimes deep within this mountain. I was furious, overwhelmed, depressed, and stressed, and my emotions were splintering and shattering causing me to spiral at an even faster pace. My heart was pounding in my throat, and with hesitation, I was bolting for the exit. Stumbling through the doorway, I ran through the piles of personal belongings left to rot, my tears blurring the light that guided my escape.
I don't recall much from this point forward, other than the descent up the cold metal ladder. The frantic nature of my escape had rendered me helpless, and the exhaustive amount of external stimulation had caused my short-term memory to fade. How I managed to retrace my steps and make it to the ladder, is still unbeknownst to me, but I thank God I could find my way back. When I arrived at the lip of the manhole, it was still dark out, but the sounds of nature waking had started. I pulled myself onto the surface of the concrete structure, and inhaled deeply, allowing the fresh air to calm my disturbed demeanor.
It felt like I had just crawled out of the depths of hell, and based on what I found, I might as well call the depths of this mountain hell. Crouching back down, I lowered myself onto the bed of leaves and heaved the metal lid back onto the concrete chimney. With the lid firmly back in place, I took one last look at the Swazstika which to me was just a relic of history but now meant something far more sinister. The rage I felt toward the people responsible was uncontrollable. I wanted to expose their secrets to the world, I wanted everyone to know of the evils that took place here, and I wanted to give those who were forced to participate the platform to tell their stories. The men of this town became victims alongside the Jewish Community. They all had their lives as they knew it ended in this mountain. Whether they made it out to see the daylight or remained in the dark for eternity, they all died down there as the collateral of a wicked dictator. I'll have to get rid of these clothes, there is no good explanation for how I look right now. Pulling off my boots, I opened the back door and stepped onto the green carpet of the second floor. I b-lined it for the bathroom, and practically dove into the shower, my body language changing drastically as the warm water flowed over me. I had seen unexplainable atrocities, witnessed the calculated extermination of a community, and finally understood why the Nazis were always painted as so ruthless and evil. I had seen unexplainable atrocities, witnessed the calculated extermination of a community, and finally understood why the Nazis were always painted as so ruthless and evil.
I had only laid in bed for 30 minutes before I heard my Oma getting out of bed, signaling the start of the day. With sleep eluding me, and the confines of the room feeling inconsequential, I decided to rise from bed, dress, and descend the stairs. My Oma was preparing early morning coffee, and as I entered the kitchen and saw her smiling to herself while humming a foreign tune, I realized I couldn’t speak to her about what I found. The horror of it, and the implications it had on the reason her father killed himself would crush her. Hiding the pain I felt, I told her good morning and grabbed a cup to take with me to the living room. The couch was unbelievably comfortable and allowed me to sink into its arms. I closed my eyes and immediately saw the bodies, their disfigured faces staring into my soul. With each passing moment, they got closer and closer, reaching out to where I stood at the edge of the pit. I suddenly snapped back into consciousness, my breathing labored, a cold sweat sprouting on my neck.
I needed to tell someone about this, there had to be some way I could get this turmoil building in me out. Grabbing my bag from upstairs, I walked onto the patio and plopped down in one of the chairs. The sun cast rays of warmth on my face as I opened my computer and prepared a fresh document. Within seconds I had begun to write, my fingers flying effortlessly over the keys. I came to a stopping point and headed back inside for lunch. My whole family greeted me as I walked into the dining room, their calm joyous demeanor offputting when compared to the storm brewing inside me. I asked everyone how they slept, knowing full well I hadn’t slept a minute the night before. Their responses informed me they had no idea I had snuck out, and I intended for it to stay that way.
I didn’t have anything else noteworthy happen to me for the remainder of the trip, but to say it was far from peaceful was an understatement. I had recurring nightmares of blood, corpses, and heinous acts. Throughout the last week, my outlook on life had become bleak, and I felt myself falling into deep despair. My curiosity on this trip had gotten the better of me, and now I had to deal with the consequences. I wished I would have stopped at the door. The smell alone should have been an obvious sign, but I didn’t listen. My father always told me that I didn’t know best, no matter how much I thought I did, and forever I wish I would have listened.
I arrived back home two weeks before the rest of my family, the nightmares and constant feelings of sadness ever-present. I spent a great deal of time writing and contemplating what I had found. The implications were overwhelming, and believe it or not the thing I feared most was telling the world. I could almost imagine myself finally building the courage to go public, only to be confronted by men standing at my window in black suits. There was a reason the the Devil’s Chamber had been hidden for so long, and in this case, it was probably better to let stay that way.
Against my better judgment though, I decided to finish the account I had started the morning after my discoveries. It took me a couple of weeks to write the first part, and after careful consideration, I chose Reddit as the platform for my expose. Some would think posting to Reddit was a mistake, but in my mind, the outrageous claim I was going to make, could easily be considered another act of fiction, saving my ass in the process. The first part was well received and the comments of deep concern and caution were more than comforting. I realized that though this discovery sounds like something out of a post from a fictional scary story forum, I had found people who would believe me and could help me process this information. If I were to unleash something dangerous or bring about a history-changing event, at least I would have the support of the public. Reddit was the platform that made me feel safe and allowed me to finally open up about the trauma I’ve endured since my discovery.
If you are reading this, I ask you to comment your thoughts on what I found. I am still trying to make sense of it, and hope that one of you out there can help me to figure out my next steps. Am I in danger? Did I cross a line? I need to know ASAP because if this story makes it to the wrong hands I could be facing life-threatening adversaries. The whole reason I chose to post on Reddit is because of the community, and now I ask you for that help, I need guidance and I can’t seek anyone professionally. I’ve uncovered a dark secret, hidden to time, and now I, as well as you, must tread lightly.

So what’s up with the recent influx of comments/posts I’ve been seeing more & more of saying it’s necessary to peel back your clitoral hood and get up in there for a proper cleaning?
Forgive me if this comes off ignorant - I know every hooha is unique & each has their own unique needs, but I have never in my life been told by a gyno/OBGYN/doctor that I need to be deep cleaning my inner labia like I’ve been seeing suggested on this sub… ALOT. Like some posts have even said to take a Q tip with SOAP and dig around your clitoris to clean it?! cringe
I have NEVER heard any medical professional saying that’s necessary… as a matter of fact, I’ve always been taught you do NOT put soap INSIDE of your vaginal lips. At all. Doing that as a kid gave me my first UTI. How are people exposing their pee holes to anything other than washcloths & water and not constantly giving themselves UTIs?
Someone please help me I genuinely feel like I’m missing something here lol