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2024.05.24 11:28 imsoill12345 Blood say after sex
I was diagnosed with vaginismus and had trouble getting dilators and dildos inside.
But then I had PIV sex this week for the first time and a day after there was a lot of blood in my underwear. It was like pink, red and even purple.
I then met up with the person again and we had sex again and then again the day after there was blood. I thought I don’t have vaginismus now because I could successfully have PIV sex, but the sex still felt a little uncomfortable and full feeling.
I just want to know if anyone has a similar experience
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2024.05.21 04:11 HannahAveryWrites Army Affair: Ch 2
Hey everyone! This is my 2nd post about my affair with Dustin, a 26 year old, married, captain on staff while I was a newly arrived 18 year old private at my first duty station.
I hope you enjoy Part 2, and as always, I'm welcome to receive any constructive feedback you may have about my writing or if you just want to talk! If you're just here to bash me for having an affair with someone, save your breath, I'll just block you. Without further ado, Part 2 of my affair with Dustin! <3 Hannah
First, a little about me. I'm 5'5ish, 135ish depending on the day, and have dark brown hair that falls part way down my back with brown eyes. My mom is a Crow (Native American) and my dad is Italian so the olive complexion genes are active in my family. I've got a fairly petite/athletic build with a 32B chest and a toned butt. My nipples are dark brown, on the smaller side, and I shave everywhere. I'm a fan of tattoos and have a feather on my foot, flower pieces on my right hip into my lower ribs, left shoulder, and lower back, a small script piece in my left side bra line, a green carebear in my left bikini line and a large dream catcher down my left ribs. If there's a detail I've left out, feel free to ask ;)
I sat alone in my barracks room the morning after my first in person experience with Dustin, the officer I'd met on Bumble who turned out to have a wife going to school out of state. I'd ignored any thought of walking away from this potentially messy situation and now found myself waking up alone in my room, the morning after letting a married officer cum all over my face and chest while i fingered myself to orgasm kneeling in front of him. I admitted two simple truths to myself: it had been the biggest rush of my life, and i absolutely needed more.
I checked my phone and saw 4 new messages from Dustin, all expounding on the fact he wished we didn't have to go to work today and how he wished I was there with him. As I got dressed for the daily workday routine of morning physical training, I snapped him a pic in just my maroon sports bra and black athletic thong and sent it to him, telling Dustin how I wished I could do PT in his home gym in just this. The buldge pic I got in return told me he liked the sound of that as I slipped back to reality, put on my PT uniform and joined my platoon for the usual Monday run. This was the rush. The dual life I craved and what drew me to Dustin. One minute I was sending sexy snaps to a man I shouldn't be with, living in the world of secret meetups and fun and the next, I was out joining my platoon for a normal daily routine workout. The world of the rush was addicting and I'd only just dipped my toes (mouth) in.
My day to day world of learning about fuel tankers, learning to drive them under NVGs, how to test fuel quality to ensure adequate grade for the type of unit I was supporting and all manner of tactical skills that would help me integrate into a complex military operation was genuinely rewarding and occupied my attention fairly easily. But then I'd find myself longing for a breakout. Longing for the rush of excitement I'd only just tasted. Each message from Dustin became a small dose of "you shouldn't but you will" and I wanted more.
Dustin had a busy schedule at the staff he worked on, but always took a moment to ask "how's my beautiful Private doing? Need anything from the Exchange?" We had had one intimate in person encounter and already this was taking on more than just a hookup from a dating app. We both recognized that actively developing a relationship behind the back of one partner's spouse automatically made this more than "just sex"....which we hadn't even had yet.
Between his work schedule and mine, we found it difficult to meet up the week following our evening of watching football with a side of a blowjob. Didn't stop me from letting him know I wanted more. I dropped all the hints. I sent him pics of choices of underwear for the day, letting him choose from a few options I was comfortable working in and then sending him quick snaps from the bathroom at work, proving his Private really wore what he'd asked her to. I also introduced him to a pink, 6 inch, anatomically correct dildo I typically used in the evening when I craved him desperately. I showed him that just like with his similarly sized shaft, I could force my lips to reach its base as the tip slid into the back of my throat. I also laid it on top of the underwear he had chosen for me one day, a simple pair of boyshorts that looked incredible with a pink phallis on top, illustrating just how far into my petite frame it/he would go if I would just slip them to the side and insert it/him.
I kept him wanting more. You can see my underwear, but only laid out on my bed, or on me, not tossed to the side showing you underneath. You can see my small collection of sex toys in my drawer or in my mouth, but the camera stops before they get to where they're the most fun. By Thursday, Dustin was desperate for the week to end so we could be together. He sent me a video of him teasing himself with pictures of me on his laptop and I thought it was the hottest thing ever to watch a man who definitively out ranked me choosing "his beautiful Private" over his wife. By Saturday we were going to go wild if we didn't take the next step.
There's different types of duty in the military, from a barracks desk to an installation watch office and every echelon in between. Saturday Dustin had duty for his brigade, which normally meant not a lot of time sitting at a desk, but a lot of time going around inspecting important places in his unit and making reports of what he found. I couldn't wait any longer and neither could he. I told him he should just add me to his list of inspections and quickly have his way with me during his rounds. Not the fairy tale special first time but the raw, I need you now and I'm tired of waiting, that two deprived lovers seek.
He agreed and said he would have time to "run home for dinner" if I would be ready and waiting for him. Ready and waiting in your bed. Quicky to satisfy this urge and let me plan something more while I wait. Yes. Dustin agreed to leave his side door unlocked so I could let myself in while he was at work. Apparently despite our lack of intimacy, our constant stream of communication built a trust that I wouldn't rob him blind lol seriously though, I respected his trust and didn't take an opportunity to go through all his stuff or leave a letter for his wife or anything crazy in between.
Instead, I drove over in late afternoon in a pair of black Nike soccer shorts with a built-in liner, so I went sans underwear, and continued the trend with a pink tshirt and matching hoodie without a bra, letting my small, 32B chest bounce a little as I let myself in, walked past the couch I'd kneeled in front of to receive a facial at the previous weekend and made my way towards Dustin's bedroom upstairs. I found aa spacious king bed that occupied the majority of the fairly small room in military housing, leaving a small walk way on either side, wide enough for matching his and hers nightstands on either side of the bed and space at the end of the bed where the room flowed into the master bathroom sweat complete with walk in closet, linen closet and 2 sink bathroom with a nice deep tub.
I set my purse down on what was clearly his wife's nightstand and quickly stopped out of my comfy clothes I'd worn to my visit. I plopped down naked in his bed, with a condom and lube laid out on her nightstand next to my purse. I sent Dustin a nude selfie of me on his wife's side of the bed, with a caption letting him know I was ready for our quicky. A quick reply let me know I had 15 minutes. I was immediately slick with anticipation. I set a pillow in the center of the bed and scooted my butt towards the edge of the bed as I spread my legs wide and began to tease light circles around my clit as I began to tease myself in preparation for the quick coupling that was minutes away. As my breath quickened and my heart raced, I dabbed a small glob of lube onto two of my fingers and I slowly stretched myself, my inner walls relaxing to recieve one, two, three fingers as I continued to rub my clit, my body as desperate to be with Dustin as my heart was.
A rattling of keys in the front door let me know my time was up as I removed the 3 fingers currently satiating the desperate urges of my core. Racing footsteps up the stairs found Dustin at the door in seconds, with his beautiful Private spread eagle on the edge of the bed waiting for him. I looked up at him in his uniform, totally unashamed of my nude and vulnerable position and told him his Private was ready for his inspection.
In a flash his camo jacket was tossed aside, the brown undershirt following behind and he rushed to undo his belt and soon had his pants and briefs around his ankles. In a moment he was leaning down on top of me, hungrily kissing my lips as his firm shaft pressed against my core as I pulled him into a tight embrace between my wide spread legs. As we passionately kissed, our tongues breathlessly intertwined, I paused and asked him if he wanted the condom off his wife's nightstand. I reminded him I was on the shot for BC, but it was his choice either way.
He pulled away to look over at her nightstand and instead of grabbing the condom, took the lube and generously applied a coat to his entire six or seven inch length. I needed him now. Standing between my legs, which I held wide open for him with my butt to the edge of the bed, Dustin teased the tip of his firm shaft between the lips of my freshly shaved vagina. He ran the tip between my spread lower lips, from my clit to my soaking wet and lubed entrance. With only a moments pause with his tip aligned with my eager hole, Dustin firmly pushed his entire length into me as he moaned my name and my soft inner walls welcomed him deep inside me as I gasped at the feeling of sudden fullness and a desperate need for more.
Buried to the base of his shaft inside me, Dustin leaned down to kiss me passionately. I wrapped my legs behind his butt, pulling him deep inside me as he began to thrust in a steady deep rhythm that drove me to the edge. I breathless begged for him to fuck me as I scratched lines down his back with my nails as I desperately held my man between my legs, his thrusts stimulating every inch of my inner walls and the friction of our bodies urging my clit to find release. Dustin broke our embrace and soon I found myself with two strong hands holding my legs open wide nearly in the splits on the edge of the bed as he thrust into me deeper than I'd ever felt before. I was breathless, calling out for more. Please don't stop Dustin. Please don't stop as his pace quickened and I could feel his balls slapping against nearly my butthole as he pounded into me, using my vagina for his release. I took one hand and found my clit, matching my rhythm to his and I soon found the waves of release that had building to the edge as Dustin gave me more, more, more. My inner walls clenched tight as the dam broke and my orgasm shook through my body in a release of ecstasy. Dustin continued to fuck me through my own release, my body desperate for him to find his own release.
I looked up at the passion and hunger in his eyes as I became keenly aware of the bouncing of my small breasts as I laid there riding the wave of my massive orgasm moaning in pleasure as the stimulation deepend, quickened and in a moment, I could feel Dustin swell and find his release deep inside me, ropes of cum filling me as my body clinched around him, holding him inside me as a second wave of pleasure pulsed through my core. We laid there for a long moment, a tight sweaty embrace with my handsome man on top of me, showering my neck and lips in kisses as we both breathlessly came down from our collective orgasms.
Dustin stood up, his softening length sliding out of me along with a mix of his cum and lube and my own release. I stood up and followed him to the bathroom, me completely naked, with his uniform pants pulled half way back up. I took hot washcloths and cleaned both of us between our legs, getting him ready to go back to work and for me to clean the mix of cum and lubed that was now running down my inner thigh. I asked him if I'd passed his inspection and he laughed, smiling and kissing me saying that indeed I had. He told me I could spend the night here if I wanted, he had to get back to duty but his place was a little more awesome than my barracks room.
I agreed and put back on my Nike shorts and tshift with it fairly obvious that I wasn't wearing a bra, which admittedly wasn't really an issue for Dustin at all. I followed him downstairs and kissed him goodnight as he headed back to work. I made myself at home and made a simple dinner and fell asleep watching tv under a blanket in his living room, which is where he found me when he came home at the end of his shift in the morning. I followed him to bed and we spent most of the day napping in eachothers arms before it really was time for me to go home and get ready for the next work week. I continued to tease him on snap and told him that we had sooooo much more still to do and his response made it readily apparent that he agreed.
Thank you for reading this chapter of my affair with Dustin! If you liked it or have something in my writing you'd like to see improved, feel free to let me know! My writing only gets better if you tell me what you'd like to see! Thanks for for sticking with me, I truly hope you've enjoyed! <3 Hannah
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2024.05.19 15:12 Extra-Place488 Tired of creepy man doing unhinged shit
I'd like to vent a little since this is mainly what this sub is for. I (20F) have been working as a gas station/truck stop clerk for almost 5 years. It was my first job and hopefully not my last. I've seen a lot of shit. A bag of dildos, someone who shat their pants and left their shitty underwear in the toilet for us to fish out, cum shot on the walls, crackheads doing crackhead shit, a trucker who literally had a heart attack in our parking lot, piss jugs, so many piss jugs, but the worst part of my job is by far, men. Now, I know know it's not all of them and most of the man clientel I have is so nice and fun to serve. However, the minority is very loud, annoying and sometimes scary. Here's just a few incidents that have made me genuinely uncomfortable and scared at times.
This is the only one that genuinely made me fear for my safety. I work evening shift form 16h-00h. I was outside taking out the indoor garbage bags when a trucker approached me. He was older, mabe late 40's. It was already dark out and being a women alone at night already makes me shit my pants. He told me he had a problem with his fuel card and asked for help. Thinking I'm just overthinking like always, I go instead of asking the guy i was working with to help him out. The fuel card reader is very far away from our building, who is already in the middle of the woods on the side of the highway. Once there, i put it in and it didn't seem to work as his fuel limit was exceeded. Now, he started on and on about how it just worked and that he wanted to show me the receipt from the day prior at a different gas station of the same branch as mine. We went back forth, him insisting I come close to his truck so I can check the receipt, me telling him that there's nothing I can do and to call his dispatch. He eventually grabbed my arm to lead me closer to his door. I pulled away and told him to leave me alone, throwing his card at him. He didn't seem to like that but my co-worker, who was smoking a cigarette outside, approached us and told him the same thing I did. The trucker didn't say much else and just left in his truck. I have no idea why he couldn't just grab the damn receipt from his truck and show me or why he felt the need to put his hands on me. Thankfully, my male co-worker was there
(sorry truckers I live you thank you for your hard work. My dad is a trucker and I know how hard you work. I have nothing against you)
We have this one trucker who is a semi regular. I don't know if he's missing some braincells but having a conversation with him takes years off my life. His only eye contact is with my tits and he just has that creepy smile stuck on his face. He's asked me about my love life, sex life, he's asked me to marry him, come wash him in the showers, he purposely gets Belmonts cigarettes because I have to bend down to get them, but I know for a fact his cigarettes of choice is Next since that's what he orders from my male co-workers and older workers.
I have much more stories but I'm realizing the post will be long as fuck so I'll get to the one that made me write this post.
I'm currently at work and I just had a man come in. Off the start, he was giving me creepy vibes. I'm sure the ladies know that one stare. I started serving him and something was just off with him. At the end of the transaction he ask me to shake his hand telling me his name, Alex, and told me I had beautiful eyes. I like getting compliments on my eyes, but I almost threw up in my mouth. After some more uncomfortable staring he walked off. He came back a minute later asking me for cash back. Charged him 1 cent so he could take out 30$. I was genuinely sweating at how uncomfortable it was. He then ask me for the bathroom, I told him down the first hall at the right. He asked me to show him. Red flags but it's my job so I took a few steps away from my podium and pointed at the hallway. A fucking 3 year-old could've found it so I knew something was off. He went and came back barely 10 seconds later, telling me he couldn't find it and to show him. As I was walking down the hallway, I realized he probably wanted to get me away from the front window of the store where a group of nice old men I had just served were talking outside. Once there, he took my hand and ask me if I could help him in there. Which meant some sexual or I don't know I'm still so fucking confused. I took my hand away, told him no, laughing. I hate myself for laughing. I wish I had more of a back bone but I was still trying to be nice. I walked off, not looking in his direction as I continued some paperwork I was doing. He left without saying much else.
I'm sure some of you guys have some more unhinged stories. I live in a very safe part of Canada and, outside of my work, I've only rarely encountered people who genuinely made me uncomfortable. I just genuinely can not comprehend how people think this is okay behavior. I'm not a monkey or a robot, i have fucking feelings. I only am nice to you because I get paid to do it, i'm not flirting with you. What passes through some of their minds to think this is something I would be comfortable with. I just don't understand. I hate it here. Also, fuck Alex
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2024.05.11 14:24 HayzWrites Keith's Transformation Ch 4 [M30s/M30s/F30s][crossdressing][femdom][chastity][first time bi][blowjob]
Keith's Transformation Ch 4 [M30s/M30s/F30s][crossdressing][femdom][chastity][first time bi][blowjob]
Friday morning came, meaning it had been a week since their session, and Keith couldn’t stop wondering about the surprise Jasmine had mentioned. His cock was still locked away, and though he had grown used to the weight, it served as a constant reminder. He had to laugh at the irony, the cage making him horny while also preventing him from so much as getting hard, much less getting relief.
As he started getting ready for the day, he was intrigued to find a pair of silk panties and a note in his underwear drawer. He could nearly hear the words written in Jasmine’s dominant voice. “I think you should wear these today. I want to make sure you’re in the mood for tonight.” His cock fought against the cage as his thoughts fought between sexy fantasies of what was coming, and the embarrassment of wearing panties all day. Nevertheless he pulled them on, leaving his folded boxers in the drawer.
His day passed in a daze, barely able to focus on the work he was doing. His heart skipped a beat every time someone came to his desk to ask a question, and through every meeting, sure someone would notice somehow. When the end of the day came, he rushed to pack up and head out, politely declining offers to go out for a drink from a few co-workers on his team.
Dinner was mercilessly normal. Jasmine gave nothing away, almost as if she hadn’t been taunting him about tonight for a week. It wasn’t until later, as he was bent over loading the dishwasher, that she made her move. She came up behind him, hand rubbing over his ass and whispered in his ear “When you’re done there, come upstairs so we can get ready for your surprise. You’ve been such a patient girl for me.” His cock twitched against the cage as she walked off and he hurried to finish loading the last of the plates.
He came into the room as she finished laying out his outfit for the night, but he was surprised to see she wasn’t dressed yet. She looked at him expectantly and he stripped and started to put on his outfit for the night. It started with a pair of black lacy panties that swallowed up his caged package, leaving just the hint of a bulge. This was followed shortly by soft fishnet leggings, though he left the heels for now. A lacy bra matched the panties, and he was surprised to find that some clever padding and positioning turned his natural, slightly flabby chest into a perky pair of A cups, complete with a hint of cleavage. Finally, he pulled the dress on top, taking a few moments to adjust the mesh sleeves and straps, and stepped into a pair of high heels.
Once he was dressed, she sat him on the bed and grabbed her makeup. This was new, but he sat obediently as she went at him with brushes and pencils. Satisfied, she gave his ass a slap before leaving to get ready herself.
Keith stared in disbelief at the woman he saw in the full-length mirror in front of him. A pair of crimson, three-inch heels started the outfit, giving way to fishnets running up her smooth legs. The centerpiece of the outfit was a black and red gothic Lolita dress. Fluffy ruffles and frills of lace gave a playful edge to the short skirt and revealing top. Transparent black mesh covered her arms below the shoulder. The top was low cut, dipping low enough to give just a peak of her small but firm cleavage. Straps ran from the top to a trimmed collar around her neck. Her dark hair was left down, falling just short of her shoulders, framing her face. Her lips were painted with a deep red that looked nearly black, giving sharp contrast to her pale skin. Light mascara and eye shadow drew attention to her piercing blue eyes that seemed to look through Keith’s soul as he stared.
The sight left Keith in a daze, there was no way he was looking at himself. There wasn’t a trace of himself in the reflection, no matter where he looked. No, this wasn’t him anymore. Sure, Keith was the one looking into the mirror, but Kelly was staring back at him.
“How the hell did I get here?” He asked himself, then shook his head to clear his thoughts as he heard Jasmine coming back.
His eyes widened as he saw her outfit for the night. She stood before him in a white suit that had just a hint of pearlescent shine. Matching pearl earrings glinted from among her flowing hair. The suit jacket was fastened by just one button right below her cleavage, showing and framing a lacy crimson corset displaying her impressive cleavage. The crisp suit pants stopped right above her ankles, giving clear view of blood red heels to match the corset. Her own makeup was impeccably done. Around her neck was a thin silver chain. Dangling on the end, resting just above her cleavage, was a small padlock key.
“Ready to go Kelly?” She asked, taking his hand before he could respond. His heart was pounding as she grabbed her purse and pulled him to the garage. She ushered him into the passenger side of the car and climbed in. She saw the panic clear on his face and took his hand, smiling at him.
“We don’t have to go out, we can just go back upstairs. But I want to see you suck a real cock, and I think you want to be a good girl and show me, don’t you?” His submissive urge to please her warred with his humiliation, the two feelings mixing and setting off a storm of desire in his chest. She whispered in his ear and his fate was sealed. “Are you going to be my good girl?” Keith nodded weakly. He, or tonight rather she, was Jasmine’s to command.
Jasmine drove them through the town, one hand resting on Kelly’s leg for support, pulling into the parking lot of a small local bar. Once again taking her hand as they entered the bar, Kelly could feel multiple pairs of eyes on them as they entered. She supposed they did make quite the pair. Jasmine led her to a booth in the corner, leaving her to sit as she went for drinks.
A few minutes into their drinks and chatting someone approached their booth. Kelly nearly jumped in surprised as he said hi, but Jasmine clapped in excitement. “John! You’re right on time. This is Kelly, she’s who I was telling you about. Kelly this is John, he’s going to help us tonight.” She said with a knowing wink in her direction.
A few drinks and a short walk later, the three of them found themselves in a hotel room Jasmine had reserved for the night. As soon as they got in the room, Jasmine grabbed Kelly by the hair and pulled her towards the bed. John pulled off his shirt and pants, but as he was hooking in his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear he was stopped by Jasmine. “Leave the boxers, I want her to get the full reveal.” He shrugged and came to sit on the edge of the bed in front of them.
Jasmine pulled Kelly’s head in front of his crotch then leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Now be a good girl and give me a good show.” Kelly shuddered, her dick fighting to rise in her cage, as she looked at the obvious bulge in front of her. Jasmine let her go and moved to sit in a chair off to the side, unbuttoning her suit jacket as she sat. “I’m waiting slut.” Kelly slowly pulled off his boxers, eyes widening as his cock came into view. Already hard, he was even bigger than the strap-on Jasmine had trained her with. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth and took the head in with no hesitation. She paused for a minute, not used to the taste and the warmth compared to the dildos she was used to sucking. John’s hand came to rest lightly on her head and she went to work.
She started slow, sucking gently on the head as she swirled her tongue around, then moving down his shaft slowly. She wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and stroked slowly as she bobbed over the first few inches of his dick. His hand pushed lightly on the back of her head, fingers twisting in her hair as she sucked and licked. Her hand moved down to play with his balls as she lowered her mouth completely down his shaft. She looked up at him with lust in her eyes as she deepthroated his dick, reveling in his soft groans as his cock stretched her throat.
Over in the chair, Jasmine’s pants were around her ankles and her fingers were rubbing her clit furiously. Her gaze fixed on the sight of Kelly on her knees, her throat bulging around John’s thick cock. “God yes baby, you’re such a good girl.” She moaned out, slipping two fingers inside herself. “Show me what a good cock sucker you are.” Kelly redoubled her efforts and started to slide faster up and down his dick. John groaned, letting her go for a few minutes before tightening his grip and taking control. He held her head in place and started thrusting at a brutal pace. Drool dripped off Kelly’s chin as he fucked her face, using her mouth fast and hard. Kelly’s dick was leaking precum into her panties as she was used like a cheap toy.
It didn’t take long before John groaned loudly and pulled her as far as he could down his dick. She felt his dick throb as he pumped his cum directly down her throat and heard Jasmine moan out loudly as her own orgasm overtook her. John pulled her off his dick, causing the last few shots of cum to fill her mouth and splash across her face. Pulling her glistening fingers from her pussy, Jasmine smiled a wicked smile as she looked at Kelly’s cum smeared face.
“Good girl. You did so well. Now for the main event...”
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2024.05.01 20:28 gamingmomof1 Incest…?
I’m not sure if I’m being irrational or just putting the pieces together but SD16 has been competitive with me for months, going from not liking her dad (34) unless he was the “good parent” that day to being SO far up his butt, her whole head is brown. Also, she’s stealing my clothes (this still hasn’t been addressed at home because if I bring it up, there will be no happy ending for me), aggressive towards me, stays in her room unless her dad is home then she’s watching movies with him (didn’t know this at all since he doesn’t like spending time with really anybody), she seems jealous of me with her dad. It makes me feel uneasy.
She and I used to be really close, until she started being weird. Well, I recently found she stole ALL of my lingerie, 89% of my underwear, cute shirts I look good in & wear to look cute, as well as my dildo. I haven’t confronted her or told her dad, there’s more issues than just that like discovering she’s a raging racist, too.
Today, I found a drawing hidden in her room (I am trying to find more of my clothes), I was curious when I saw a small stack of clothes and the last one had two nude dudes, one similar to her father (complete with abs! Which he’s starting to get back from being healthy) with the other guy saying “my bf’s name, senpai” with a heart. UMMMM WHAT.
ALL of the names in the world, and she draws her dad in a sexual manner and makes it obvious it’s him by the name at least. Further context, I found eroticas in one of her folders when cleaning, a couple of years ago, and I didn’t know it was hers at first but it was full of “Daddy” sex stories. I told her dad who dismissed it saying she wouldn’t write something like that. When I asked her, she said a friend at her old school, named her and everything, wrote it and somehow SD ended up keeping it.
She’s been NC with her mom for a while now & and as raised by her dad the first 5 years of her life. Is this normal?
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2024.05.01 12:16 ruku23 Been Libing alone for a few months. Rent out spare room instead of making it an office. Instant regret.
EDIT: lol 'libing'. Your boy needs spellcheck.
This is gonna be a long'un. Like, long.
I (M, 39) moved into my current location with my then-partner of 4 years. Life stuff happens, depression sucks, I'm a dickhead and get help too late, we break up. My ex takes her sweet-ass time getting the remainder of her things and her cat, and then I'm alone, living by myself, for the first time since I moved out of home.
It was bliss.
No pants-every-days, the only messes made were my own and I only have myself to blame, TV to myself, couch to myself, shower to myself, the works.
(Quick sidenote about me: I'm not the cleanest person on the planet and any space I regularly inhabit turns into organized chaos only I can navigate. It's not like an episode of 'Hoarders' where the place is completely trashed, and there's no actual filth, though. Just clutter. I leave dishes maybe for a day and smash them out when I come home from work, I vaccuum regularly, and I mop maybe once a month)
Unfortunately my area is getting on the expensive side (yay, housing crisis), and I don't make a great wage. So I was living a pretty restrictive lifestyle (but hey, house to self!). It was high time I got someone else in, so started looking.
Enter The Gronk.
The Gronk is a 27 year old woman, spends all her time playing video games, complains about the dumbest shit, has a mouth on her as if she's Edgelord Bart Simpson, thinks death is better than living, you know the type. Her ad was fine on paper. She was leaving a horrific situation, had stable income, long or short term lease. We meet up and immediately there's a misunderstanding due to an ad for a previous residence I forgot to delete.
Mea Culpa.
We agree on giving her a slightly discounted rate due to my fuckup and her not having a heap of money (her stable income was benefits, btw. No job, not in training. I've been there, done that, and got the postcard, so no judgement there) and she starts the move-in process. I clear out the spare room and make some room on a bunch of shelves I had stuff on. It never looked cleaner.
When The Gronk moved in, she had no furniture, no bed, no wardrobe. Just an Xbox, a bunch of cosplay swords, a shitload of plushies, and a laundry bag full of clothes.
'Kay. Not what I expected, but I guess she got out with what she could. In lieu of sleeping on the floor, she asks if she could crash on the couch for a while till she gets a bed. I assume this is temporary, and give the go-ahead.
She then tells me -despite during our initial meetup that she wanted a long term lease- this is now in fact, a short term thing and is looking to move out again as soon as she finds a place (it's been 4 months as of this writing).
'Kay.
Few weeks pass, I very quickly find out she just walks around pantsless. Underwear on, just no pants. She also never does the dishes, and I'm pretty sure The Gronk has never used a broom in her life.
Cool, I live with me in my 20's. Apologies to every decent housemate I ever had. Meanwhile I clean up other people's mess for a living and don't really want to come home to more of it, so you can imagine how thrilled about this I am.
I throw a quasi-going away party cause I'm headed overseas for a month. I'm getting everything ready, she's in the loungeroom playing Halo with the front door open (screen door closed). Unbeknownst to me, two of my friends turn up and she (according to the friends) barely acknowledges their existence leading to an awkward standoff without me knowing. After seemingly getting the hint that people tend to want to be invited into a home they've never been to before, The Gronk finally gets off of the couch and lets people in.
The party goes off without a hitch, despite The Gronk eating all the cabanossi before anyone else gets a look in. Shit happens, I guess.
Time passes, I go overseas, return home, and the place is in a bit of a state. I expected as much and cracked on with things. Like, I didn't expect a new housemate to do lawns I'm struggling to do myself, and it's not like the place was sparkling clean anyway.
Meanwhile, she's still on the dang couch which -at this point- I'm pretty sure started to get a bit whiffy. I bring this up a couple of times, and half-jokingly mention The Gronk has been living in two rooms (she'd play xbox and do whatever in her room, and sleep on the couch) and I don't see an offer for paying for both. She grumbles and says she'll make arrangements.
Her arrangements turn out to not be a bed, but a children's tent and a sleeping bag.
I mention this to my best mate as a "is this chick for real?" sorta message, and he agrees it's kinda cooked. He also mentions he has a Queen size bed going. Totally free, just pick it up.
I mention this to The Gronk, who refuses it outright, preferring to spend $70 on this tent and sleeping bag arrangement. (she would later mention she was looking for a King Single Bed. Still has still yet to happen). Eventually she'll move her Xbox and TV out to the loungeroom and get her game on there, which I didn't have a major problem with, if you ignore the fact she's constantly up all hours of the night and constantly on voice chat. Not a great situation when you're trying to sleep at 2am, but I digress.
One day she complains about not having any money. I mention my workplace is hiring and I could probably get in a good word for her. Her response? "Fuck that. I want to do work that I enjoy!"
The "work she would enjoy" would be working as a 2D/3D animator. Which, neat. Toy Story 10 is probably going to need some fresh blood.
I'm on a self help/goal achieving kick, so I ask what she's doing to get to that point.
She's not doing anything, because she doesn't have a decent computer.
I mean, fair enough, but neither did Disney, or South Park, and if I can run my entire life (Twitch, music production, some video editing) off of a very tired 6 year old laptop, surely hers can run ClipStudio Lite or whatever. Get that foot in the door, y'know?
Instead of saving for this supposed supercomputer she desperately needs? "Nah fuckit, I'll do OnlyFans instead".
'Kay. No judgie here, I like E-Girls as much as the next red-blooded dude, but I do wonder how she's gonna go when she realizes how much work is actually involved in becoming what amounts to a successful content creator.
As of this writing, she has worked towards neither. Cue surprised_pikachu dot png.
Time passes, she's spending her days playing Destiny, I'm mostly working, dreading coming home and seeing her stupid car parked on the stupid lawn outside of my stupid house. There's been a few diamonds in the rough. She used her benefits to organize a proper pest spray and the lawns being mowed. Turns out we have some things in common, we grew up in the same hometown, and have shared values (we're both woke beta-cucks), and after The Tent Fiasco, it's been the usual humdrum of living with a slob: Dirty dishes, no vaccuming being done, no mopping of floors, etc. I have to do everything.
It all comes to a head this past week when The Gronk orders KFC. I have mentioned in the past we have a pretty small bin and Uber Eats bags are the bane of my existence, and to please chuck them in the council bin outside. She ignores this despite me literally walking past her to do this exact thing.
Twice.
I get offered a Potato and Gravy tub. I decline, having already eaten.
Little did I know that KFC Potato and Gravy is so good, that it requires a domestic dispute being made out of it.
She chucks the P+G in the fridge, reheats it two days later, decides it's gross AF and leaves it on the kitchen bench. At this point, I'm just done with her bullshit over the last few months and don't mention it. Surprisingly, she asks what to do with it.
I tell her "chuck it in the bin and take the bin out".
She says she'll do it first thing tomorrow morning.
After a back and forth about "the bin is right there and you're going basically to the front door anyway. Take the extra 30 seconds", she whacks it in the fridge and goes to bed.
The next day, I'm running a D&D campaign for a few friends and friends-of-friends. I already know it's going to be a full house, The Gronk is going to be a bad fit for the group, and again, done with her BS, I neglect to mention this aspect, merely that people are coming over. Probably a bit shitty, but whatever. I'm not under a contractual obligation to make friends. While I'm cleaning the house, I ask her about the now-congealed-and-i-think-it-winked-at-me Potato and Gravy on a plate and whether it's being binned.
She absolutely goes off about it and yells at me that she'll deal with it. At this point, I've been waiting for her to deal with it for 8 hours. The Potato and Gravy is finally binned by yours truly. It will not hurt another living soul.
Later in the night, when she realizes we're playing D&D, and I reiterate we have a full group, she stops everything and decides to 'watch the carnage'.
'Kay.
She spends the whole session giving me shit about not knowing 5th edition that well ("gee, even I know more than you") (sidenote: I've never created a character in 5E from scratch, much less run a game. I'm a 3.5 guy), throwing shade in front of friends and complete strangers ("You've known him for years? I've known him for only months and god help us all"), telling everyone about her dildo collection, and throwing a bitch-fit any time I ask simple questions like "Hey, is this chocolate yours? I need to move it to fit snacks on my shelf", and generally making sure the entire session is about how much she knows.
Like, way to ensure you're never getting an invite.
I'm not a shrinking violet. I can take a pretty hefty amount of shit from people if I know them very well or for the love of quality banter. The Gronk sucks at banter and is not a good friend I've known for a while. So it's kind of a sticking point.
Yesterday she was complaining about needing to find a new doctor. I thought I'd spend a quick moment looking up one that may fit her needs. I suggest two places and get screeched at because "I ALREADY KNOW ABOUT THAT ONE AND I CAN'T AFFORD IT!" in a tone that would make a 56k modem blush.
Fast forward to TODAY. The Gronk is out, and in my infinite wisdom, I accidentally flood the laundry. She takes one look at the aftermath and goes "your machine, your problem." and wanders off to shower after an entire day of being useless.
Maybe I'm off the mark here, but wouldn't a decent person offer to help? Ask if I need a few hundred towels or something? I know it's my fault and I didnt want/need her help, but still.
And here we are. Like I said, I'm not the tidiest, or nicest person to live with. I'm a cranky old man who owns too much shit. But so far, I'm living with someone who does nothing all day, nothing around the house, and pays a not-too-bad discount on rent only to be disrespected in my own home and bitched out to my friends. I don't think I run so tight of a ship it's unreasonable, and hell, if I'm willing to mop a small lake up in the laundry for an hour, surely I'm not that bad to live with either.
I guess this is a rant-turned-very long AITA when it comes down to it.
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2024.04.22 20:36 angrybirdspenis Building a sex room
My husband (M/27) and I (M/28) are building a sex room and we’re looking for some ideas!
We’ve been married for just over a year and a half (together for 5 years) and love sex. We have a house together with two massive closets connected to the primary bedroom. One of them has never really been used for anything other than storage, so we’ve started the process of clearing it out and we want to turn it into a sex room.
We’re going to paint the walls black and hang a couple of bright neon signs and nude male artwork, to set the mood. We’re looking for some additional ideas of what to put in there. More details:
-The room is 7 feet x 6 feet with a single door and no windows (hanging racks are being removed) -My husband usually bottoms (90% of the time) -Neither of us are super kinky, but we do like restraints and bondage gear -We have a handful of toys already (mainly dildos, sexy underwear and masturbators) -The room is currently carpeted
Any ideas for furniture, toys or other gear we should buy? Any tips on how to make the room feel sexy and comfortable?
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2024.04.19 21:15 AffectionateFact8186 How do I know if my dad sexually abused me?
I’ll start with some context, I’m one of two girls, my dad and I have a very difficult relationship. I know for a fact that I have repressed memories relating to my dad, as some of these have resurfaced during a short course of therapy (which I declined to participate in any further, probably because I wasn’t ready to face a lot of it). So I am trying to work out if I have repressed memories pertaining to sexual abuse, due to a few things that very vividly stick in my mind that I felt uncomfortable with as a child, but ignored. One being that my dad used to get me to sleep in the bed with him until I was around 13, and my sister in the living room on the sofa bed. We did have our own room at the house, but this was then closed off to both of us for reasons we weren’t told, yet later found out. Our bedroom was dedicated to mountains of sex toys, bondage gear, anything you could think of, that’s what our room was over run with. I was 11 when I found this. On his laptop which I occasionally used for homework, there were bookmarked websites which as a young curious child I clicked on. I found a plethora of explicit pornographic images which featured my step mum, and recognised the slightly grainy warm hue to the photos as my own camera, which my dad had asked to borrow from me. I’m writing this because I think this may be important context to my story. When I found these things I had written in my diary which was consequently read, that I wondered if my step mum was a prostitute. My dad read this and was enraged. He pinned my head against the wall and screamed in my face about how dare I write such things, and how dare I speak about his partner in that way. After me asking to go home and him refusing to take me, he changed tactic. He described to me in detail what all of the sex toys were, how to use them, and then laughed and told me at least I know what a double ended dildo was, aged 12. I had a therapist who I saw when I was 8, which he sometimes took me to. I had a therapist due to a terminal illness I was diagnosed with when I was young, but that’s besides the point. He told me he thought I would look like her when I grew up, and that if she wasn’t my therapist he would want to date her, with hopes to marry her. I thought this was odd but I didn’t really understand why I thought that. I have an extremely vivid memory of my dad taking off my school uniform which I fell asleep in, including all my underwear. I don’t remember anything else except feeling very uncomfortable and exposed, wondering why he also had to remove my pants and bra. There’s lots of other things I could go into, but those are the main things that are sticking in my brain, and I can’t seem to shake the feeling. Am I going insane? How do I cope with this? How do I know if this is just odd behaviour or something more that my brain has repressed? I’m struggling, and I don’t want to tell anyone. Any advice would be great, thank you.
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2024.03.27 14:07 webcam_servant Becoming a sissy in front of my wife part 2
Now Master is a little annoyed with me looking down so he grabs my head, making me look directly at my wife. “Tell her where you insert the huge dildo princess”
"Yes Master" I respond to him very weakly and scared.
Now looking directly at her once again. "Once I am dressed and ready for him for the day I am required to lubricate the dildo, as well as my hole. Except he has trained me to only refer to that as my Pussy. I begin by sucking the large black dildo to get it wet and then I lick my fingers and use them to apply moisture to my pussy, before putting the dildo inside. After it is inside of my pussy, he has me practice different positions while talking dirty in order to please him” Master chuckles and I hear him start to tell my wife, “This sissy is so good at sucking dick and taking it in her throat. First time sucking the 9 inches long dildo and she took it balls deep in her throat. She loved on it so much you can she enjoyed it better then eating your pussy”
Then, with no warning, I feel Master pull my pants down to reveal my panties and then he adds, “These look so good on her.” Standing there, I cross my hands over the front part of the panties. Trying to hide. Suddenly feeling his hands on my wrists, forcing them back to my sides. My pants dropped all the way to my ankles. Standing there, on display for my master like some kind of a trophy and then Master shows me off to my wife. Turning me to face him and having me step out of the shorts. My body body presses into Masters and I am able to feel his hard dick through his pants. My panty covered ass on full display before my wife. Master wraps my arms around his neck, as he spreads my cheeks and put a finger in my pussy. All of this happens in a flash. He then speaks again. “Tell your wife what happens next Princess.” with my arms around my Master's neck, I look over my shoulder at my wife and say "Master has told me time and time again the reason that I am a submissive girl for him, is because I cannot please women as they deserve to be pleased. The only thing that I am good for is serving and pleasing, dominant, alpha men like Master. Therefore, he wanted you to be here today as he takes my virginity and completes my transformation to his Princess"
"Good girl.” Master states in approval, "Get on your knees and undo my pants." Listening to his commands, I drop to my knees in the back-less purple lace panties. The big purple bow that sits just above my butt and below the small of my back sticks out as I lower to my knees. I begin to take Master’s shorts down and I realize he doesn’t have any underwear on. I am shocked to see that his dick is a full 2 inches longer then the toy I have been taking as it sprang up from under the pants fully.
Then, I see his hand, holding the base of n his dick, while the other hand on the back of my head, and he is guiding my lips to it. Before I know what is happening, I am sucking on it, my lips wrapped around it, I'm in heaven. While in Master’s hands; he is guiding my head back-and-forth as my wife watches, and Master’s lust grows. Master lets out a deep and masculine groan, “Take it in your throat princess. Show your wife and I what you have learned.” “Sitting in a kneeling position, Master’s hand on my head and I can feel him adjusting his body, so his long and hard dick can slide effortlessly between my lips. Hearing his words, explaining to my wife this situation. At the same time continuing to tell me what to do. Making a spectacle of me in front of her.
He pushes his dick down my throat, and I didn't even gag. Surprising my master and my wife. Taking his huge black dick in my throat effortlessly. Clearing my training with the dildo paid off. My Master said, "Your mouth pussy was made to take dick, she took it all without even gagging! No wonder you can't please your wife. Clearly made to be on a dick, a real man's dick. " He starts to fuck my face, and each time his dick touches the back of my throat. Once he was ready he pulls his dick out my mouth. "Okay that's enough sucking” he says with satisfaction...
end part 2
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2024.03.26 20:35 incrediblylost21 Please help/Long post - Covert Incest or Sexual abuse? Need clarity.
I’ve really been struggling with my mental health after quitting smoking marijuana daily for 8 years. I think I have a lot of unprocessed trauma from my childhood that I kinda just smoked away and now that I don’t smoke, it’s all come flooding back into my memory. I’m in therapy now and trying to piece together how to address some things I’ve been struggling with over the years. This includes some of the content of my childhood and my struggles with where it may have led me. Right now I’m just looking for some support and clarity on whether this was covert incest or straight up sexual abuse since I was never actually molested. This all stems from sexualizing behavior my stepfather (who is really the only “father figure” I’ve ever known) did throughout my childhood. Below are things I can think of, starting from the time I met him at age 6 -
- Took inappropriate childhood photos & poses (bikini on his motorcycle, on the couch with pointed toes, looking up at camera seductively)
- Bathing me/washing my hair when my mother wasn’t home (I was old enough to regularly bath myself), followed by rub-downs with lotion on their bed.
- Constantly smacking my butt and giving unwanted hugs/kisses, sometimes to my young female friends too.
- Took photos of his penis resting on mine/my sisters matching flower pillows, which I found while snooping.
- Purchased my 13 year old sister a dildo and porn magazines (which I often browsed as a curious 8 year old)
- Edited a photo of said 13 year old sister to be holding a penis in her hand near her mouth, which I stumbled upon while snooping in their sex drawer at age 8.
- Frequently exposing himself by masturbating in bed with the door wide open, knowing kids were in the house had to pass their room to go through the hallway.
- “Playfully” bobbed my head up & down in the car to imitate me performing oral sex.
- The comment “You know, you kinda look like Rihanna. And I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers”
- OFTEN took me to Burlington to buy bras & panties which he’d help pick out.
- Took my phone to get repaired and made me give him the password. Weeks later my mom asks me “Hey why did you tell your boyfriend … about our family?” Something I specifically remembered saying through text. So he went through all of my messages with my boyfriend (filled with dirty teenage messages and photos), never gave any discipline or scolding for sending that type of content which he obviously scrolled though to find a random thing I said and relayed to it my mom.
- Put a thong in my drawer (8th grade) - when it ended up in the laundry, asked me if I wanted him to buy more now.
- Occasionally gave me Smirnoff winecoolers as a preteen - once during NYE when my mom wasn’t home, poured into a glass which made me feel weird/scared and go straight to bed before the ball even dropped.
- Hid a camera inside my smoke detector when I was 13 to monitor my sexual activity with my boyfriend at the time. He admitted to this after I found it, and unfortunately my mother was aware it was there for 6+ months, possibly longer :(
- Caught me masturbating with my mother’s toy (gross, I know - I was a weird kid with no boundaries) .. weeks later, left that same toy with a note saying “Enjoy, (my name) :)” .. I believe he must’ve had a camera in their bedroom as well, although I continued to masturbate in there because I guess I just wasn’t sure or didn’t care enough that he might be watching. Obviously I was too ashamed to do it that specific day.
- Eventually purchased me a vibrator and left it in my underwear drawer around age 15.
- Edited my 15 year old face onto a sexy model with big boobs & posing with a mustang, printed this onto a poster and put in his home office.
- Spelled out “Blow Me” with magnetic fridge letters while my mom was on a vacation, when I was 20.
The issues I’m dealing with now that I’m sober from weed is the realization that I may be a sex addict due to my hypersexuality over the years and my obsession with porn and validation from any man I can get it from, even one’s I’m not attracted to. I know all of that info was terrible but here’s where it gets really bad. I feel like a horrible, disgusting person for the things I’ve done and I’m trying to find out if maybe my childhood has something to do with it.
I was exposed to porn at such a young age which ultimately led to a straight up addiction into my teenage years and onward. “Normal” vanilla porn quickly became boring and I’m so ashamed to admit that by the time I reached my teens, I became obsessed with incest porn of any kind (not just fathedaughter) and videos or older men “taking advantage” of young girls. I had developed full on fantasies of sexual activity with my stepdad, which often involved my own mother, as if she was “gifting” me to him. Straight up fantasies of sleeping with both my mom and stepdad while still underage. All kinds of fantasies all over the house at whatever age my mind decided to conjure me up as, yuck. I’m not sure what part my mom even plays in this aside from maybe being complacent to all this behavior and rug sweeping. At some point I began going though my parent’s phones and looking at their text messages, often when my mom was on trips and they would be sexting. I’m not sure what compelled me to do this but the most disgusting thing about it is that I wasn’t really looking for my stepdad’s stuff, but looking for my moms VERY personal sexual videos/photos. I did this a couple times after she left him too. I can’t fully remember if I ever actually got off to it but I was definitely aroused. To be clear about the fantasies, this was always something incredibly private to me and I would’ve been mortified to know that he knew I was having those thoughts. I felt such deep feelings of betrayal from him for all of the behaviors, especially the camera, so I always displayed so much frustration/angeattitude toward him. I don’t want to come off like I developed these fantasies and began provoking him because frankly, the idea of him raping me absolutely terrified me and taunted my non-horny thoughts on a regular basis. Only when I became horny would I engage in the fantasy of what I feared.
I’ve continued with these fantasies over the years, which eventually led to me finding age-play porn and erotica written online about things that would be illegal regarding severely underaged girls with trusted adults (dad, neighbor, uncle etc.) sometimes teenage boys with their moms- just horrifying stuff that I would rather not be aroused by these days. I’m terrified that I’m some sort of pedo even though I was mostly getting off to the idea of being in the position of being taken advantage of (I hope?). The thoughts have tainted my mind SO MUCH that I’ve even thought “what if my future husband is attracted to my future daughter and wants to sleep with her? Omg I’d be so hurt. But what if i think she’s cute and it was my idea, then it would be kinda hot. Or what if I have a cute son that I can’t resist?” I was never really bothered by any of these thoughts, probably because I was such a pothead and knew they weren’t my “real” desires or things I’d ever do, just gross horny thoughts, but now that I’m sober and have such terrible anxiety, I’m constantly obsessed about whether or not I’m a total creep because of the content I’ve consumed or the thoughts I’ve had. Even writing about all the crappy stuff he did slightly arouses me which SUCKS and sometimes reading about real abuse gives me groinal responses that I straight up don’t want. I hate feeling this way, like I’m permanently ruined. I’m almost 2 months porn free but I don’t even know how to bring the subject up in therapy without sounding like a total freak. Maybe I am?
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2024.03.21 14:09 Fit_Telephone9775 Seeking Advice on how to handle AGP in a long term heterosexual relationship
Coming here looking for advice and to be honest just get my thoughts down and share them in some forum. Going through a mini crisis and I think this subreddit is the best place to do it.
I'm gonna share a lot of my personal sexual history, just because maybe my self-diagnosis of AGP is wrong in your eyes, and also just to hopefully give you more insights into the extent of it, and if it's something to be coped with or repressed or clearly transgenderism or whatever. Feel free to not read this cause it is long, and I feel it's almost self-indulgent to write something so long entirely about myself, why not just talk to a therapist? But hopefully you all find it interesting or can relate and have some good advice.
I'm about 40 years old, and I was a porn addict in high school and college back when the internet porn ecosystem was less mature. I was obsessed with shemale porn (as it was called at the time) but also I loved pegging and forced feminization porn. I got clothes, a dildo, and even purchased DVDs in order to get the content I wanted. I would dress up and penetrate myself anally pretending to be a girl, this was all before even going on a date or kissing a girl for the first time. This interest was almost purely erotic, I had no interest in living an un-erotic life as a woman.
Back then there was little discussion of this online, and my interest/obsession in this was deeply confusing. I was interested in girls, and tried my best to get them but these thoughts and the self-loathing it inspired made it difficult, still in college I had some sexual experiences with girls that were mediocre (I couldn't achieve an erection but I still enjoyed it, maybe it was nerves, idk) but never had a meaningful long term romantic relationship. I thought I was gay and suppressing it, so I had sex with a man while dressed as a man but I didn't get the same erotic charge, ultimately decided that wasn't the case and I wasn't gay.
I read about transvestitism, transsexualism, homosexuality, everything I could to try and make sense of this. I posted on early message boards on the topic and most of the advice I got didn't seem to fit me. I was frustrated and confused and just decided no one had any idea wtf any of this meant, c'est la vie.
Eventually I decided this was all incredibly shameful and if I wanted to be a man and get a woman I needed to purge it and I had my first great purge of clothes and sex toys. I tried to be a good match for a straight woman, doing a lot of what's culturally expected of a man (good grooming, exercise, conversational skills). Don't know how much longer after that but I bought women's clothes again (but fewer) and would only indulge occasionally. Still whatever I did worked and I found a serious loving partner. She loved me back, and we were able to develop a fulfilling vanilla sex life together. This was my first real long term sexual partner, and vanilla sex was something I deeply enjoyed with her regardless cause I do enjoy coitus as a man.
One day she came home and caught me masturbating while dressed as a woman. She just thought it was amusing more so than horrifying. I told her that I liked doing it, and she was generally open to it and I convinced her to try role-reversal sex involving a strap-on. She mostly tried her best to play along but it was obviously not a turn on for her, whereas for me it was a singular obsession for years of my life to experience it. However the fact that it wasn't a turn on for her made it pretty unsatisfying, or to put it more accurately, it didn't and couldn't possibly live up to the hype and what I had wanted it to be for years. We did it a few more times but the novelty wore off for her. I asked to do it a few more times over the years but she has said no, and I decided to stop asking cause it was obviously not a turn on for her.
I loved her (still do) and married her. I felt an obligation to share my homosexual experience before marriage, and she was understanding. Again we are able to have a satisfying vanilla heterosexual sex life with all of this going on and are pretty open with each other. Regardless I had my secret stash of clothes (mostly just underwear) and I would rarely indulge, only in situations where she was out of the house for a long time and I knew I had time to myself. After marriage this was not very often so it was naturally suppressed. We had kids, and sex naturally became less important to our lives as a result. Additionally there's basically no chance to indulge in crossdressing + anal masturbation with young children in the house.
She gave me the go ahead to masturbate to porn or other women if she's unwilling to partake in sex but not to rub her face in it or anything, and so we reached a pretty comfortable status quo where I could indulge in porn if she's not up for sex and the extent was mostly kept private. My porn consumption was what I imagine as pretty standard, not at the addiction levels like previously and I would almost never indulge while imagining myself as a woman, although my interests remained somewhat kinky. My masturbation habits were also standard and didn't involve anal play or cross dressing.
And then the pandemic hit. My wife and I are lucky enough to have jobs that let us work from home and became defacto work from home jobs post pandemic. The stress of the pandemic and trying to raise kids made me indulge in vices, namely alcohol, junk food, and porn. I got my alcohol and junk food intake under control but the porn consumption, when you can work from home and if you have a slow day means you can open your personal computer and look at porn, is not. I started with indulging with conventional porn, but then moved to cuckold porn, then eventually the TG/Sissy stuff. One day I finally got bold enough to dress up and anally penetrate myself during a work day while my wife was on a long meeting and I was sure would not bust in on me. It was like years of repression had come bursting back and I became obsessed with the idea of dressing up and having sex with a man as a woman. I bought a sex toy secretly, I bought a chastity cage secretly. I started using both and I now ache for days where I'm confident my wife will be busy with work responsibilities and I can pretend to a be a woman for sexual gratification. The fact that I now have a strategy and time opening for indulging in this fantasy of being a woman is fucking with my head and probably not sustainable. It also requires that I do it during my work hours which I think is rather unprofessional and I feel guilty about that as well, even if its tangential to my main problem.
I felt an intense need to shave my body hair the other day and I decided fuck it I told my wife I wanted to do that and let her know that I felt this need to dress up as a woman. I told her I wanted to do what we did early in the relationship again with role reversal strap-on sex, I expressed some pain and frustration over being unable to do it. My wife was sympathetic, and expressed some amusement at the idea of doing my makeup if I were to dress up as a woman, but it's obvious none of this has any erotic power for her. I told her I wanted to buy clothes and a wig and am now waiting for it to arrive in the mail and the plan is for one night we dress up together. I am currently in the deep shame stage of relapse. I shaved my buttocks and pubic hair into a landing strip pattern and feel utterly ridiculous at the moment. When this stuff arrives, and I basically make my wife indulge in this fantasy I don't know what I will do next. I'd try my best to make it fun and erotic for her, but I know this is purely selfish on my part. She finds coitus where I act as the man and have desire for her erotic, and that's not what this is about for me. I feel this itch and I need to scratch it, would like to do it with my wife but it's not fun for her and I am ashamed as her husband.
I talked to her some more about it and she couldn't be more supportive, with the understanding it's a sexual desire primarily. She said she's willing to give me private time to indulge if it comes to it. She expressed some concern over the idea that I'd talk to a therapist and transition though, and ultimately I don't think I can do that to her.
So wtf do you suggest I do?
Things I will not do:
- End the marriage - I'd rather live ashamed of this part of myself and repress it if it comes to it.
- Transition - I know a lot of people transition because they reach a point where it's transition or suicide, and I'm not there yet, hopefully ever. Even if my wife expressed support for my transition I know it's the eventual death of my marriage and besides other than the erotic aspect I don't feel any strong desire to be a woman so I don't believe I am transgender.
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2024.03.16 23:09 elenah7 How can I make my family see that my father is scamming/financially abusing us?
My father is unemployed and he has been for over 15 years. He is not looking for a job and he does not allow us to help him look for one. My sister offered to hire him in the office she manages but he refused even though his profile is ideal for the position.
Since he has no other way to contribute, he decided to become a "househusband." He basically cooks and goes grocery shopping, and very occasionally cleans the house. To be honest, he does it very badly or he doesn't do it at all. Most of the time I'm locked in my room so I don't have to deal with the mess. Fortunately I have my own bathroom.
My sister and I work and together we give my father $200 a month for household expenses. I know that seems very little but we live in Venezuela. Here minimum wage + bonuses is around 100$. My mother who lives abroad sends him $200, and he also he receives money from his pension.
In total this man is managing more than $400 a month, and yet he is always complaining that the money is not enough to cover household expenses. The cupboards and refrigerator are almost always empty and my sister and I only eat twice a day. I want to point out that most people my age I know consider 200$ a very high amount of money. People here usually live with less, upper class / upper middle class families being the exception.
My breaking point was a week ago when I asked him to pay for my phone bill, and he proceeded to give me a lecture about many times I had asked him for that in the last two months. For context, I asked him to pay for my phone bill two times, which is just 1.5$ monthly. Not because I didn't have the money, but because at my work the internet is terrible and my bank app does not work well.
It was the last straw. He was complaining because I asked to burrow 1$ from him. Even though every month I give him $100 so he can spend as he sees fit. I decided to start cooking and going grocery shopping as well as doing my own laundry even though I study and work, because I'm tired of his attitude and I don't want to own him anything.
I'm also tired of pretending that I don't realize that the money we give him doesn't just go to groceries/communal expenses. I don't know what he does with it, but I know that more than 400$ a month is an excessive amount, considering that the rent in my building is not even 30$ and the internet costs 5$. Just as I thought, once I started cooking for myself I realized that I only need around 60$ for groceries a month, even though I'm eating three full meals now.
My mother tells me that I don't understand how "inflation affects the economy" and that that is what is necessary to live "decently." In her defense, she has been living abroad for years and has no point of reference beyond what my father tells her. I think my sister knows what's going on but she doesn't want to disturb the peace.
Last weekend I got fed up with the state of our house and I left a couple of sticky notes in the kitchen asking my father to clean up. I think is the least he should do taking into account that he doesn't work or do any other household chores anymore. He went BERSERK and starting insulting me because he used to cook and do my laundry, and he shouldn't work or do anything around the house to help because he's old. I replied that the least he could do is clean up after himself and keep the house clean, because me and my sister are out all day and don't have the time or energy.
He proceeded to try to shame me because apparently he went through my things and found my dildo (which is in my underwear drawer, yay, not creepy at all!) and because the other day I went to see a friend's band play and came back home at 1:00 am. For context, I'm 24 years old and it was my second time going out in over 6 months because I'm always tired from work.
He was clearly just trying to provoke me and when that didn't work he started hitting me. I can't look at him the same anymore and I told him to vacate the house. Me and my sister have been paying for rent, water, electricity and wi-fi for over 2 years and I think I should have a say in who lives here. My mom is completely against it and my sister is quiet. He's refusing to leave.
What should I do? How can I make my family see that he is manipulating us?
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2024.03.16 21:36 elenah7 How can I make my family see that my father is scamming/financially abusing us?
My father is unemployed and he has been for over 15 years. He is not looking for a job and he does not allow us to help him look for one. My sister offered to hire him in the office she manages but he refused even though his profile is ideal for the position.
Since he has no other way to contribute, he decided to become a "househusband." He basically cooks and does the shopping, and very occasionally cleans the house. To be honest, he does it very badly or he doesn't do it at all. Most of the time I'm locked in my room so I don't have to deal with the mess. Fortunately I have my own bathroom.
My sister and I work and together we give my father $200 a month for household expenses. I know that seems very little but we live in Venezuela. Here minimum wage + bonuses is around 100$. My mother who lives abroad sends him $200, plus what he receives from his pension.
In total this man is managing more than $400 a month, and yet he is always complaining that the money is not enough to cover household expenses. The cupboards and refrigerator are almost always empty and my sister and I only eat twice a day. I want to point out that most people my age I know consider 200$ a very high amount of money. People here usually live with way less.
My breaking point was a week ago when I asked him to pay for my phone bill, and he proceeded to give me a lecture about many times I had asked him for that in the last two months. For context, I asked him to pay for my phone bill two times, which is just 1.5$ monthly. Not because I didn't have the money, but because at my work the internet is terrible and my bank app does not work well.
It was the last straw. He was complaining because I asked to burrow 1$ from him. Even though every month I give him $100 so he can spend as he sees fit. I decided to start cooking and going grocery shopping as well as doing my own laundry even though I study and work, because I'm tired of his attitude and I don't want to own him anything.
I'm also tired of pretending that I don't realize that the money we give him doesn't just go to groceries/communal expenses. I don't know what he does with it, but I know that more than 400$ a month is an excessive amount, considering that the rent in my building is not even 30$ and the internet costs 5$. Just as I thought, once I started cooking for myself I realized that I only need around 60$ for groceries a month, even though I'm eating three full meals now.
My mother tells me that I don't understand how "inflation affects the economy" and that that is what is necessary to live "decently." In her defense, she has been living abroad for years and has no point of reference beyond what my father tells her. I think my sister knows what's going on but she doesn't want to disturb the peace.
Last weekend I got fed up with the state of our house and I left a couple of sticky notes in the kitchen asking my father to clean up. I think is the least he should do taking into account that he doesn't work or do any other household chores anymore. He went BERSERK and starting insulting me because he used to cook and do my laundry, and he shouldn't work or do anything around the house to help because he's old. I replied that the least he could do is clean up after himself and keep the house clean, because me and my sister are out all day and don't have the time or energy.
He proceeded to try to shame me because apparently he went through my things and found my dildo (which is in my underwear drawer, yay, not creepy at all!) and because the other day I went to see a friend's band play and came back home at 1:00 am. For context, I'm 24 years old and it was my second time going out in over 6 months because I'm always tired from work.
He was clearly just trying to provoke me and when that didn't work he started hitting me. I can't look at him the same anymore and I told him to vacate the house. Me and my sister have been paying for rent, water, electricity and wi-fi for over 2 years and I think I should have a say in who leaves here. My mom is completely against it and my sister is quiet. He's refusing to leave.
What should I do? Am I wrong to think so negatively of my father? How can I make my family see that he is manipulating us?
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2024.03.13 17:29 Dependent-View3206 Snapchat claims another.
Can't believe I am here but here we are.
I'm 36(M) my wife is 40(F) we have one child 6(M) been together 12 years. After a long (years) period of Dead Bedroom (depression on both sides, counselling for both partners and together, medication on hers) lots of work brought us back closer together. Things day to day were better than they had been in a long time. Making time for each other, enjoying shows, cooking together, date nights, videogames etc.
Then suddenly, fantastically the dead bedroom was over. It was amazing. I was close to going to the DB channel and saying it is possible for things to end and don't give up hope or trying.
However a few things were not adding up. I saw a couple selfies on her phone that I didn't see uploaded to any social media apps I knew she had. She'd asked for things she'd never asked for in bed before. Extra physical care was taken with an emphasis on things that had never bothered me. New underwear was purchased with packaging hidden. Underwear I've yet to see. New sex toys ordered received and used I'd never seen.
I have now discovered that she has been in multiple online relationships with men in different time zones, on top of participating in a few random online sex chats. There's history on various things related to hiding snap chat on devices, changing emails, blocking people based on name email. History on questions to ask new boyfriends and finally history on cheap flights to various parts of the world.
All of the time zones are flipped in comparison to my own. Meaning while I'm at work they are 'together'. She has discussed these relationships with a friend admitting know it's wrong but making her marriage better (ha!). The long and short is the attention received makes her feel good enough to use her living breathing, financially stable dildo. The friend encouraged her to keep it going if it was helping at home. "It's only online, and husbands just don't get what we need". If I could send her friend directly into the sun I would. Sadly my wife agreed.
I have found a mountain of photos and videos I would have loved to have received at anytime during our relationship. Let's just say at this point I almost HOPE she's making money off the content. At this point I've done as deep a dive as I can without getting her phone. Her phone goes with her everywhere these days, including the shower. Yes, videos there too.
As of right now, she doesn't know that I know. Only one family member currently knows. They have also been through infidelity and divorce so confiding in them was easy. They have been invaluable to me during this time.
I am currently keeping it together as our child has lots of exciting things coming up I don't want impacted by the turmoil this will cause. But it's hard. Not allowing myself to be outwardly hurt has muted all of my other feelings. Sleep went from 8 hours a night to about 4 - 5.
The thought of not seeing my kid everyday and the financial chaos separating will cause makes me want to try and move past it. However the absolute violation of trust, selfishness, and lack of empathy makes me question our entire relationship and the person I married. The fact someone I love could do this to me is something I am honestly unsure I will be able to move on from.
Pretending all is well is slowly ripping me to shreds inside. But I am also worried about hurting HER when I reveal it. Given the work put in regarding depression this is a direct trip back there. It's insane that I am worried about that.
I wish I never found out but I can't undo finding out. I guess I have a few questions for those who have gone through this....
- Prior to confronting her should I see a counsellor and lawyer to be sure I know my options properly?
- How does one confront the person they live with and feel comfortable in the home afterward?
- I know leaving my home can impact custody, same thing for her she wouldn't want to leave. Is it eggshells until some sort of agreement is arranged?
- While not physical (as far as I know) this shouldn't make a difference right? She's formed an emotional relationship with multiple men and essentially performed with/for them (one of the toys is remote operated) for months
- Should I just pretend to go to work one day, hide in the closet and just Leeroy Jenkins her into a caught in the act confession?
Update #1: I have contacted a lawyer and I am proceeding with their guidance.
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2024.02.24 04:12 Honest-Let7715 My son didn’t ask to borrow things from my room so i kicked him out
My son (18) has been caught coming in my room without permission multiple times..
He has “borrowed” without asking (stealing) my boyfriends cigarettes, my boyfriends work snacks (we have plenty of food in the house) in the past he stole my nephews girlfriends clothes, he has went into my underwear drawer and stole some honey sticks and didn’t know they were weed and gave it to my 7 year old son because he thought the honey tasted bad, he was 17 at the time) i was pissed because it was week honey and he shouldnt have went in my room in the first place so it didn’t matter if he knew or not! He has “borrowed my dildo!” (I had to throw it away!
In the past i have tried grounding him in have tried talking and explaining things to him i tried everything except beating the shit out of him so a few nights ago me and my boyfriend were sleeping in my room.. my boyfriend wakes me up and points and i see my son in my room trying to take the hdmi cord off the tv.. my 18-year-old son tried to have every excuse as to why he was in there and he was saying he wasn’t stealing he was just borrowing it. He was going to give it back in the morning, and he does not understand this severity of his actions.
Well, I feel that it does not matter whether he came in here too take a hanger out of my closet or steal $100 off my dresser. The fact is he came in my room while I was sleeping and he took something without asking. It doesn’t matter what it was it’s the principal of you do not come into another adults room without askingsadults room while they’re sleeping to borrow something without asking!
So I’m not gonna ground my 18-year-old son I’m not gonna take my 18-year-old sons game away and I’m not going to make my 18-year-old son do stuff that I would make my 12-year-old son do if he did that
So we kicked him out of the house. We allowed him to charge his phone and we had him leave. He tried to come back. I tried to have a conversation with him and he still have a So we kicked them out of the house. We allowed him to charge his phone and we had him leave. He tried to come back. I tried to have a conversation with him and he still had excuses excuses and tried to justify his actions so I felt he was not ready to comply and be respectful so I told him to leave again
Now he is saying that I’m overreacting he’s saying that by kicking him out I am treating him like a child and I am stopping him from going to his full potentials and that his life is 2000 times better with me not in it
Am I the asshole for kicking my son out for sneaking in my room in the middle of the night to take an HDMI cord or do you think I overreacted because it’s just an HDMI cord?
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2024.02.13 21:25 hooivorkje What are some ways to implement free use in my lesbian d/s relationship
my sub (F) has expressed her desire to be my (F) “free use slut”
my sub is newer to bdsm related stuff so she cant give me examples of what she’d want the free use to look like.
we are both cis women so i dont have a dick to “use her when i feel like” and at the moment she is comfortable with receiving pleasure but not with giving so “using her for my physical pleasure” is off the table.
i’ve made my sub sleep with a dildo in before or with her underwear off so i could fuck her while she was asleep, but what are some other ways that we could implement free use into our relationship, we’d greatly appreciate some suggestions!
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2024.02.05 12:48 EdoSilverXXX For male creators: is explicit content for promoting on social media required and expected from us?
First of all: I haven't started my planned OF/JFF pages yet (since I don't have enough explicit content to charge for), but for more than a month now I have been trying to build a social presence – starting from scratch – by posting NSFW pictures and videos of myself here on Reddit and X/Twitter (I hope I qualify as a NTSW creator already because of this, and I will not get banned here because I don't offer exclusive content yet).
I am a mature gay male, so I already have a pretty clear idea of what my main audience will be (I qualify as the "daddy" type and I have a couple of kinks, although they are quite common among gay men). I also have been reading the OF advice sub and this one like the Bible because there's actually a lot of good advice for starting creators like me, even though the majority of you are girls (or ladies) and I feel like some of the advice and best practices often suggested here don't always apply to male creators, and the reason is quite simple: we have a different target audience. Straight and gay men are in general avid porn consumers (as as I am one myself), but I don't think their habits are necessarily the same, and not for the most obvious reasons. I also checked most of the "advice for male creators" threads already posted in here before writing this post, and I haven't found a clear answer to my question yet.
So I am asking other male creators: why most men with active OF/JFF pages go all the way in promoting their paid content on social media? To be more clear: why constantly posting your hard dicks, dildos inserted in your anus, you sucking and fucking other guys, even your cumshots for free on the NSFW subreddits and on X/Twitter? I am aware that it's allowed on these platforms, of course, but isn't that counterproductive? What do you show on your paid pages, then? The same stuff, just MORE of it? Is it more efficient because making both SFW and NSFW content takes more time? Is that working well for you?
I am asking you directly because so far I just discussed it in a couple of comments in other threads started by girls (I know there are a few already about the "mild or wild" debate, I read them), but I know for a fact that there are other starting male creators reading these subs with the same doubts that I have, and they also don't know how far they should go with explicit content on social media when trying to promote their own paid pages. I read their comments in the same threads.
I already KNOW that this doesn't apply to female creators. You can choose to go mild or wild, there's no clear answer, either can work for you. I am not saying that it's easier for girls, I just think you have more options. I guess it's because there's so many more of you, you have more subreddits to go to for promotion, some straight men love their "boudoir" stuff even more than staring to a wide pussy for half an hour while masturbating. But to me, after a month of posting my NSFW stuff on Reddit and X trying to build a social presence, I feel like the "mild" stuff doesn't have a lot of traction among gay men. I started with some underwear pics, bulges in sweatpants, partial towel drops, that sort of thing, and I DID slowly build some karma, but I felt often ignored among the sea of hard dicks and spread anuses fully exposed to everyone, and with far more upvotes than my vanilla stuff. So, I already made a few changes to my marketing strategy: I recently started flashing my butt and soft dick (that definitely worked better, in fact my most upvoted post so far here on Reddit is the one that I pinned, my first ever full frontal nudity pic posted on the Internet, with my soft, average sized sausage on full display, lol).
I want to be clear here: I am not a prude, and I have no problems with showing everything. I am quite comfortable with my body, even though I am not young anymore, I am not conventionally handsome and I don't have an XXL penis: I am fitter than most men around my age, and I already follow other creators with the same vibe for inspiration (some of them also definitely not young and beautiful, and yet quite successful). If I wasn't OK with showing my junk I wouldn't have decided to start doing SW online. I just want to know how best to monetize my content. If I post pictures and videos of myself cumming and jerking off on X and Reddit every day, why would any of my followers – not that I have that many yet, especially on X – be willing to reach for their credit card to see the same stuff? And yes, I am planning to start with mostly solo content on OF/JFF; I am open to collaborating with other creators in my country, but that will come later I hope.
Please excuse my wonky grammar and occasionally misused words and typos, English is my second language.
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2024.01.27 10:20 Harmonica_Musician I have a kink of shrinking like Antman. What will you do to me if I was tiny with your kink?
So I have this odd fetish known as macrophilia. Which translates to lover of large. Meaning I have a fantasy thing for shrinking myself and getting excited or horny over large sized things. Could be any animate/inanimate object. For example, I like to imagine myself being ant sized or smaller and getting lost in the garden from my front or backyard like that video game Grounded, or being shrunk in the house carpet floor like a flea bug and getting lost in there like a jungle. Or feeling the floor rumble violently as someone stomps the ground, completely unaware of me. I could even go inside their footwear like shoes, socks, or even barefeet.
So many possibilities I could do as a tiny bug sized person. However, going micro like the size of a red blood cell would be a whole different ball game. At that size I can be hanging on to a woman's massive sized nipple and easily drown with just one drop of her breast milk or I can be on the surface of her cleavage and run for my life as giant drops of sweat from her boobs start coming down at me like an avalanche as she masterbates with her dildo. Her breathing echoing like a cosmo sized echo chamber, sounding feminine deep to my microscopic ears. The best part? She doesn't even notice I'm there, as I'm literally like a germ to her.
Or I can be vored inside a man's cockpit and get trapped inside his testes swimming with millions of sperm for who knows how long. Could be hours, weeks, or more. The worst part? I won't know where I would land on the moment he ejects. I could be on the floor, his underwear, toilet paper, end up in Sperm Bank, or blown job and swallowed inside a woman's mouth or a man's butt. Who knows?
This is why I think shrinking in my crazy kinky opinion is awesome, as you can do so many exciting but at the same time, terrifying things.
Just curious, where would I end up and do to me if you could shrink me to any size?
Or you can just state your opinion on what you think of this fantasy kink. Even if it's not your cup of tea, I don't mind.
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2024.01.23 19:21 TooSmall2Feel How My Wife and I Play!
My wife and I have been playing at SPH for some time now. It has taken a while for us to both get what we want out of the dynamic. But after some time, she feels more comfortable and we both have a good time with it. We do keep it private. This isn’t something we want to share with the world, it’s our thing.
I’ve read in other forums what dynamics other couples employ or on websites where suggestions are made. However, they don’t really get into the “why”. I wanted to share some of the things we do and why so that it might help other couples on the same journey. We have been in this routine a little over a year now and we have regular check in conversations to talk about what is working and what isn’t. I do not want her ever feeling this is all about me. If she ever felt that way, we would end it immediately.
- The number one rule for us is to be honest. I do not believe that SPH can truly be done without honesty. If you have a 6 inch or larger dick, it can certainly be smaller than others but it isn’t really “small”. Now, if you’re 4 inches or less, that certainly qualifies!
- You must always maintain a shaved penis and ballsack! Nothing looks more pathetic than a bald baby dick!
- We threw out my underwear a long time ago. All I am allowed (and prefer) to wear is panties.
- It must always be on display when I’m at home. We played around with me just being allowed to wear shirts and be nude on bottom full time. However, we ended up with me wearing crotchless panties around the house full time. Being on display full time offers her plenty of opportunities to remind me that it is very small!
- Our sex life dynamic has certainly changed. My wife has me make her orgasm almost daily! I on the other hand am only allowed sex once a month. When we do have sex, she makes it a humiliating experience. When I come home after work, she will tell me to get ready for my treat. She usually bends over on the bed doggy style and tells me to hurry up because I only get 5 minutes. I try my best to cum but am only successful about 50% of the time. While I’m inside of her, she usually hurls some pretty good stuff at me..she tells me who fucked her better, am I in yet, you name it, she’s come up with some good ones!
- We have also played with chastity. It may or may not be you and your wife’s thing. We found that being locked up didn’t work for us because 1, it is uncomfortable and 2, doesn’t offer the opportunity for you to be on display. However, it certainly can be humiliating walking around with your dick locked up! You and your partner have to decide on this one.
- Part of our playtime includes her finding objects around the house to compare it to. One of her favorites is the toilet roll holder test - if it fits in a toilet roll then it’s not thick enough. If it doesn’t come out the other end, its not long enough. You and she both know you don’t even come close but she will still make you do it anyway just so she can laugh at it.
- Compare your penis to her previous partners or lovers, no one likes to know how much bigger an exes dick was but you will be forced to hear in gruesome detail, inch by inch, just how much better and bigger they were than you. Remember how I mentioned honesty in #1. That is extremely important here!
- I am required to do daily affirmations. I must tell or text her at least once a day that I acknowledge that it is tiny and why.
- We also have an exercise we do every now and then where she measure it and then we Google “Ideal penis size for women” or “average penis size” or something of that nature.
- Compare your penis to a dildo, holding up a 10-inch rubber dildo, she will show where your penis reaches and highlight exactly how much more cock there is on it than you have. Also, she will comment on how much thicker it is.
- Finally, probably once a week, she will get between my legs and play with it and make comments. She tells me things like who in her past was bigger, what other people would think if they knew, the sky is the limit. She is completely honest with her comments. She does this for a few minutes then has me give her an orgasm. This is probably our favorite dynamic.
These are the dynamics we settled in on. I just wanted to put it out there. Every couple is different and some things may turn you on or completely off. You and your partner should have fun exploring. I can tell you that even though our sex life has changed, it has never been better. We are best friends and I don’t ever see that changing. The deeper we get into play time and more we explore with each other, the stronger we get.
If this is a road you want to explore with your partner, communicate what you really want. Do not be shy. Also have regular check in conversations. Hope this helps!
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