Amateur lingerie pics

My snap cost 20 where I post things I don't post here and if you want extra here is my menu

first time writing a post.
Not sure how to start but as you can tell from the title my best friend wife is cheating with me. Now I have no one I can tell this story, so I came here to anonymously share it, hopefully lol.
Just a little about us i’m 28, he’s 29 and her 30. We been knowing each other since middle school. We also played sports together in HS. We lost communication after HS because of life then rekindled our friendship about two years ago.
Eventually he introduced me to his girlfriend which I was very respectful never thought about crossing that line. After some time we got very close to each other to were we would share our sexual experiences we had females. One day i’m hanging out with him and another friend drinking. He pulled out his phone randomly started showing us pics of his girlfriend in lingerie. He would ask us for our opinion on his girlfriend. I didn’t think anything of it but it def stood out to me.
After some time our conversations became more sexual and open about what we do in bed with our girl friends. He would always share all types pics and vids of her over snap…
Part 2 coming soon...true story

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 ;)
What a week. 18 year old me had gone from a dry spell since AIT and graduation to a blow job, facial, and quick hard sex with a married captain at my first duty station. I was falling fast and hard for him. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to think of me when he thought of being intimate. I wanted to be his release to do everything she wouldn't.
Dustin snapped me this morning, a pic of his obvious buldge greeting my day. "How's my little Private this morning? I wish you were here to help with this"....You have no idea Dustin. Now that the bandaid has been ripped off, I want nothing more than to keep going. I send him a snap back of my semi sheer, black athletic thong, holding it open in the front with the caption "you could drop your load right in here sir". Naughty I know. For some reason, the thought of him filling my underwear with cum is erotic and in the moment, I crave the feel of his warmth between my legs.
"Come by the house on your lunch break and you can have it" I get in reply. Fuck.
I get dressed in my camo uniform with a generic sports bra and the same black athletic thong underneath and try make it through the morning as routinely as possible. Not possible. All I can think of is what I'm willing to do for the married man I'm lusting for and it's got my mind anywhere but at work.
Dustin let's me know he left early for lunch so he's ready whenever I am. The whole drive over, my mind is racing at the prospect of what's about to happen. I knock and find the door open, with Dustin on the couch, laptop open to some semi sexy photos I'd sent to tease him over the last week while he strokes his firm shaft. "Private Hannah reporting as ordered sir" I say as sexily as I can muster in the spur of the moment.
"Private Hannah, you said you'd found a place to hold my cum" completely keeping character.
"Yes sir" I say, stepping around to stand in front of him, undoing my belt and the buttons on my pants, letting them drop to the floor around my ankles.
"Open up then, I'm already close since you decided to be late"
I hold open the front of my black athletic thong, exposing my shaved pubic area for his inspection.
"At least you remembered to shave to start the week" he says and he builds the pace of his stroking and touches the tip of his penis against my smooth skin. In moments I see him start to swell as he nears his release. A thick rope of white cum erupts from his tip and is followed by a second, third, and fourth. My underwear is filled with his thick, warm release and soon its soaked, mixing with my own minor arousal that has built at the situation. As he finishes, I let go of my waistband and allow my cum soaked thong to cling to my lower lips, teasing me with what could have been.
I pull my pants back up and stand breathless in front of eachother. It's been less than 10 minutes since I walked through the door, we've barely spoken and now his cum is dripping down my inner thigh. What has happened? I feel like an incredibly erotic play thing that's been used for a passing moment of pleasure and right then, I know I'm hooked.
"Hannah, I'm sorry if that was too much" Dustin says, coming to the realization that I'm now back in uniform with his cum filling my panties.
I kiss him square on the lips. "Shhhh babe. I wanted this. I want all of you"
"So you really liked that?"
"Dustin that has got to be one of the hottest things I've ever tried. I'm not changing for work"
I sit on his couch in a pool of his release while we chat for the remainder of our lunch hour. When it's time to go, I feel a glob of him drip down my leg. "Can I come spend the night tonight?" I ask, hoping to get my own release after work.
"Sure hun, I just have a few calls to make but it's okay"
I head back to work with a kiss goodbye and the rest of the day I can feel the stickiness between my legs and it keeps me on edge. I run back to my barracks room, take a fast shower, grab a change of clothes for tomorrow, and something special for tonight. I throw on some gym shorts and a hoodie over my sports bra. Coupled with my slides and I'm back across post and find a note on the door "on a call, be quite when you come in"
I come in and quietly shut the door and make my way past Dustin in the livingroom, obviously on a video chat with someone with the screen facing the wall to the garage. I hear a woman's voice say "oh man those walls are paper thin, I think I just heard the neighbors kids come home from school"
Oh shit, he's on with his wife I realize as I tiptoe my way to the master bedroom where I change into my suprise. Naked in his bedroom, I slip into a teal, sheer lace bra with enough underwire support to give me a little cleavage. I pull on a matching set of panties with an intricate sheer lace front and a single thin string between my cheeks in the back. I fold up my sticky cum soaked thong from earlier and walk back into the livingroom.
Dustin does a double take as I come around the corner. He covers this with a coughing fit as his wife asks if he's okay. "Yeah hun just had an itch in my throat" and they continue chatting, her oblivious to the fact that I've just sat down across from him.
I look him square in the eyes as I begin to tease my dark brown nipples through my sheer lace bra. As he tries to hold a conversation, I do everything I can to lightly tease him. I pinch and massage my breasts, softly run a finger between my legs on top of my lacy bottoms. I stand up and start to stretch, bending forward to let my small breasts hang just out of sight of his camera before turning around and bending forward, reaching back to spread my bum and letting the g-string bury itself between my cheeks, barely keeping my other tight hole from view.
I turn back around and unfold the sticky thong he came in earlier and hold it up for him to see the stain his release left on them, right between the legs. I pull my teal lace thong down in the front, and standing right behind his computer, I begin to lightly tease myself with the soft fabric of the back athletic thong, gently massaging my clit, resoaking the nearly dry panties with another round of sexual arousal.
As my arousal grows, I gradually push into my slick entrance and with one finger and then another, the soft athletic fabric of my underwear once again getting soaked as I rub my clit with them, teasing myself with the over stimulating feel against my raw bundle of nerves. I squat down, my face now right behind the computer screen as I squeeze my breast and open my mouth in a silent moan, performing for the man who can't respond.
All of a sudden I stop, ending my tease at the edge of release, not wanting to slip and give away what's going on...and to tease Dustin further. I stand up, place the arousal and cum soaked black thong on the table right behind his laptop and I walk to the kitchen and begin working on dinner with whatever ingredients I can scrounge up in the kitchen. It's such a turn on to do such a normal task in such a small set of lingerie and I secretly hope that Dustin is sneaking peeks at me from across the house.
At long last I feel warm, strong hands wrap around my waist and a kiss finds my cheek. "How's my baby girl, you little tease?"
I blush at the pet name the gentle touch. "I'm almost done, go sit down you silly boy" I say as I start to plate our dinner of chicken and grilled veggies, sauntering into the dining room like a server at one of those lingerie sports bars.
"So you sure know how to put on a show, Hannah" Dustin says as we begin to eat
"I can be anything you want me to be" I say as I begin a speech I'd thought through in my head, telling Dustin that I don't want casual, I want to be the girl he craves, the one who does the things that no one else does, who let's him try the things he's only imagined I'm his wildest sessions alone with himself.
"What do you get out of all of this?" He asks, questioning this step towards commitment.
"I get to explore myself and act out my cravings without having to deal with all the rumors of barracks and searching for guys to feel safe with. I don't want to be your wife. I just want you to forget her when your with me, and I want you to think of me when you choose how to play"
"Well if you're going to explore, we're going to have to push you out of your comfort zone and actually find new places and things to try"
My heart is racing as fantasies flood through my mind. "What do you have in mind?"
"Just play along with different roles and we'll see what happens baby girl"
Baby girl....is this role number one? Does Dustin think that with our 8 year age gap and my petite frame that we could play out what I think he wants to play? I did just tell him that I want to be the one he thinks of.
"Yes daddy"
"Good Girl"
I. Am. Wet.
"So what did you have in mind for dessert baby girl?"
I stand up, clean up, take Dustin by the hand. "These can end up on the floor too" i say motioning to my sheer lingerie.
"Not yet" he replies, guiding me back to the bedroom.
I find myself once again on Dustin's bed, this time guided into the center, onto my hands and knees. With gentle pressure between my shoulder blades, I drop to my elbows, arching my back and exposing my entrances to open view, my modesty preserved only by the thin g-string buried between my cheeks.
Dustin pulls that to the side, bringing my arousal fully into view. I shudder as a soft, wet tongue traces it's way teasingly between my parted lips, beginning at the bundle of nerves aching in my core and ending in the tight wet hole that's been longing to be filled since I started my teasing back at lunch. I moan a soft sigh of want as Dustin licks me again and again, using his thumbs to spread me open before teasing the inner entrance of my now soaked vagina with his oral stimulation.
After a few breathless minutes of almost over the edge teasing with his tongue, Dustin traces his tongue higher. My eyes go wide and my breath catches in my throat as his tongue glides across my other hole. After a brief pause, he repeats his elongated trail of tongue teasing a second and third time, ending on my bum every time.
I moan "Don't stop, daddy" as his tongue lingers on my hole, swirling around my rear entrance as his calloused fingers reach between my legs to tease my clit. I am so close as his tongue makes headway into my hole which is opening up for him at his constant stimulation.
"I'm going to fill you up baby girl" Dustin leans down and whispers in my ear, his tongue momentarily replaced by his thumb pressing further into my bum, slick with his saliva.
"Please daddy" I moan in reply, eager to keep my promise to do everything his wife won't do.
Dustin pulls away completely and reaches into his wife's nightstand. I see him pull out a bottle of lube and a silver plug with a red jeweled heart on the end, still in its packaging, unopened, unplayed with. I know what's coming and why we're playing this out right now.
Dustin removes the plug from its package and holds it tip first up to my lips. I know what he wants without saying a word. I stick out my tongue and lightly tease the cold metal tip, softly swirling circles around it, further and further down until I bob my head down, taking the whole plug in my mouth and closing my lips around the base. I look up at Dustin, the jeweled heart of the plug between my lips and softly moan in anticipation.
He pulls it out of my mouth and I seductively tease the tip one last time. "Wanna stick it in my ass daddy?" I beg as sexily as possible. After a few seconds of fumbling around with the lube bottle, I feel the cold liquid land on my hole, followed by a finger gently probing my already relaxed entrance. A moment later, the finger is replaced by the cold lubed plug and my breath catches in my throat as I stretch around the plug before closing down tightly on the base. Dustin moves my g-string back into place, covering my soaking wet lips and holding the plug firmly in my butt.
I look back at him pleadingly. I know I teased you hard earlier but if you stop now, this is just cruel. "Daddy please" I say breathlessly, not wanting the stimulation to stop while also acutely aware of the fullness inside my rear.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me daddy"
"You have two options Hannah. You teased me, so this is a tease for you. You can go to bed, right now, right like this, or you can get your punishment and then a reward like a good girl. Bed or a spanking, your choice"
"Spank me Daddy" I beg without a moment's hesitation
smack the sharp crack of Dustin's hand on my bare cheek takes me by suprise and I clench hard on the plug inside my bum. "Oh fuck daddy" I moan in a mix of pain and pleasure. smack smack smack come three more successive blows, landing on alternating cheeks. I moan almost tearfully as my arousal builds to the point that I'm literally ready to beg for release.
"Daddy please fuck me. Do whatever you want just let me cum please"
A firm tug pulls my g-string down to my knees, still on all fours with my face in the pillows. A hard shaft rubs between my lower lips, finds my eager entrance, and in one firm thrust is buried all the way inside me. I cry out, looking back over my shoulder at Dustin who looks like a man possessed with the overwhelming urge to use me for his pleasure, and in that moment, it's all I want as well.
His firm hands grip my hips and I arch my back, throwing myself back against him to meet his own rapid thrusts. My cheeks clap a faster and faster pace as the overwhelming feeling of being completely filled mixes with the intense pleasure of the moment. I'm red faced and breathless, moaning Dustin's name as he continues in an unrelenting pace, thrusting in and out, in and out. At one point he pulls my face out of the pillows, gripping my long dark hair by my ponytail and commands "You're gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy"
He releases my hair but I remain facing forward, head up and moaning through the moment "Yes daddy, oh my fuuuuuuuuuckkkk" comes from my innocent lips as he simultaneously pulls out the buttplug and buries himself all the way inside me as I can feel him swell and begin to release against my cervix.
"That's right daddy, cum inside my pussy" I beg as he thrusts again and again as my inner walls clench down and my own release spills out of me, uncontained as I find one of the strongest orgasms of my life. His thrusts slow and eventually he pulls out, leaving me leaking cum and lube from both my holes.
He returns with a warm towel and begins to clean me off as I sit up, still in my sheer bra, and kiss him firmly on the lips. "That was incredible, daddy" I whisper, my forehead resting against his as he finishes cleaning my sensitive areas.
"Would you like to rinse off?"
I reply yes and he runs us a sensual warm shower, where nothing but gentle washing and a few lingering kisses happens. He's patient as I take extra time under the soothing water and wraps me in a soft towel when I get out.
As we get dressed into comfy pajama shorts and tshirts, I ask "so was I a good girl, daddy?"
"The best. I think we should stick with this role for awhile if you're into it"
After the time I had tonight, I'm more than willing to play along. We discuss some likes and dislikes and limits (nothing that leaves a mark where I'll have to answer questions about it at work), and reagree that none of this is a thing on the few occasions that his wife visits during her internship. And duh, no telling work, that would fuck us both.
We end the night with gentle pillow talk, and he asks if,for the role, I'd be willing to let him help me get dressed in the mornings, helping me pick out bras and undies from a selection of things I'd actually wear to work. I welcome the increased interaction and dedicated time to talk every morning without a second thought, and I fall asleep with his arm wrapped around me from behind, his strong hand under my tshirt, soothingly placed on my bare stomach, just below my belly button and just teasingly far enough into the area covered by a bikini. I'm in heaven.

i (f22) have been dating a guy (m19) for about one and a half months and we've been on multiple dates already, even on a short trip/vacation together & we're vibing very well. we have a lot of deep talks and he supports me with my struggles. we had sex a few times and it was nice but his sex drive is lower than mine which is new to me bc i only ever dated boys who were way more horny than me.
about half an hour ago i wanted to send him some nudes (with lingerie) and i asked him if he's currently alone or if somebody's sitting next to him. he replied that he's alone and i said that i'm horny atm and that he can enjoy what's about to come. i was about to send him the pics but than he wrote that he's currently in the gym and not into sexting atm (we've sexted a few times before). i was like no that's not what i meant, i just wanted to send you some nudes and he was like oh yeah sorry it's an inappropriate time atm for him. that kinda hurt me tbh bc i never ever got rejected when i wanted to send nudes... idk i'm kinda lost and don't know what to reply and feel kinda ridiculous, i would appreciate your opinions

Buckle up, because this is going to be a long one. I'll need to add some context so the story makes sense.
Context: Me (29f) and my husband 'Will' (30m) are currently going through a divorce not related to this story, but this happened during our separation while we were going to therapy to try to work things out. My neighbor's (both mid 40s M and F) have 3 kids 14 M 12F and 5F, and the neighbors are swingers (this is important later) We'll call those two Angie and Jacob. 12F has some mental health issues that is important to the story also, but I will not going into detail with what's wrong.
On to the story: Back in 2021 my husband and I moved into an apartment complex close to my parents because my mom helps me out with my son (8M from previous relationship) a lot since I work from home. I work early in the morning so I would take my dogs out to the park every morning where Jacob would be leaving for work. At the time I didn't know what unit he lived in but we would just exchange a Hello, good morning and be on our ways. In the afternoons, there would be a woman on the second floor smoking overlooking the sidewalk to the dog park with 5F where the little girl would always yell down to me that she loved my dogs. This went on like this for a few weeks. Will, Angie and I finally all met officially one night when she came down and dogs ran up to her. Dogs have a good sense of character and the two of us are always on edge about meeting new people for a number of reasons, and that was the start of our friendship, and when Jacob and I said that we had met already but never talked beyond the good mornings.
We would invite them over for dinner and vice versa. One night, we were all sitting around talking about things, and that's when they told us that they were part of the swinging community. Based on how Will I act and dress, they thought that we were also part but quickly found out we are not. We have friends who are also, but we ourselves talked about it but decided not to pursue it. They were respectful of our choices and never brought it up again. Fast forward a couple of months and a few not super important things happened to bring us all closer as friends including Angie basically saving my life. She found me unresponsive on my bathroom floor with my door unlocked and my son home. (I had knocked on their door earlier to ask Jacob if he or Angie would help me get my son ready for school and he told her go go check on me at some point) I don't remember much about the day but the doctor said I was in really bad shape when the paramedics brought me in. Angie had gotten in to my phone called 911 and my mother and Will to get home due to the situation. From that point on, I put that damn woman on a PEDESTAL. I respected her on such a deep level and saw her as the sister I wish I had. I found myself always spending time with her and her children. I loved them as if they were my own, and I still do so not having contact with them stinks. We all had each other on Facebook, phone numbers and Snapchat.
Now here's where the issues started: In 2023 Will grandmother passed away and then exactly 7 days after my father lost his battle with cancer. This was the catalyst of mine and Wills relationship deteriorating as we were not emotionally available for each other as Will felt that every time he came to me for comfort that I would turn the attention on myself due to my father. I thought we were sharing our grief but I was wrong, and I went to Angie with all my issues. We would sit on her couch for hours and just talk while Jacob was in the other room. My father left me a good sum of money so I paid out the remainder of our lease and my family moved in with my mom to help maintain the house because it was massive. But I would still go over to their apartment all the time. After we sold the house and moved into another across the street from the apartment complex, shit hit the fan and my husband and I started the separation. Now it wasn't uncommon for Jacob to send me things on Snapchat, normally it was videos or pics of their dog or kids. But after I made it known that Will and I were separated, Jacob started paying a little too much attention to me but I was grief strikened Because of the separation and losing my dad in the same year, so ignored most of it. But every time I would have a selfie on my snap story, he would have something to say. Nothing incriminating, but it was all the time. It also wasn't uncommon for me, Angie and Jacob to always hug when saying goodbye or to comfort my grief. I wear a lot of crop tops because I'm comfortable in my body so I'm use to always having a hand on my skin, it doesn't bother me. But what DID bother me is that Jacob would deliberately start getting handsy when I would give him a hug to the point he would put them up the back of my shirt.
That was the moment I started realizing this was not okay. During the time of my separation, they started having issues with their middle child to the point she needed help outside of her parents and had a few stays at a youth facility. I didn't want to add to their issues and I just chalked it up to he just needed comfort also, but I stopped allowing him to hug me after that. At one point I was talking to Angie about a vampire themed boudoir photoshoot I was going to be doing with a friend. For those who don't know, boudoir is a style of dress where we are dressed in lingerie, but mine consist of partial nudity. My friend was female as was the photographer. But I only told this to Angie, however Jacob was home but in his room. A few more weeks go by without much incident from him besides snap messages at inappropriate times of day, like 2 or 3 in the morning. I finally started noticing the red flags. As time went on, he started making more outwardly flirty comments to me, but I would always redirect the conversation back to, ya know, HIS WIFE. But he kept at it with his behavior. I started going over less and less but when I was there I made sure not to be alone with Jacob. I still loved Angie and the kids so I wasn't going to let him ruin that for me. When I finally let me husband know what was going on, because I was handling this all myself, there was a text exchange between me and Jacob where I finally shut down his shitty behavior.
When I got my photos back, they where absolutely BEAUTIFUL. But there was definitely some nudity in them, so very very few people have seen the gallery. Not even Angie had seen them. At this point, Jacob and I had barely spoken. I would leave him on read or not respond to his snaps. He and my son share the same birthday so I did send him a happy birthday message and that was the last thing I had said until he messaged me late at night one day saying he was sad. Immediately I thought something was wrong with his daughter because she was back in the facility, so I responded to him asking what was up. I was wrong about what I thought was up. He said he was sad because he wanted to see the gallery. I finally had enough and proceeded to tell him why he was not allowed to see them and how by asking shows how little he respects his wife on top of how dare he use my separation as an excuse to try to get me into their weird throuple lifestyle, but he basically kept begging me to send him the gallery knowing full well there where nude photos of me and a friend. A few days later, Angie thought she had COVID so I left a rapid test outside and texted both of them, where Jacob responded with yet another flirty comment that ignored once again. What I should have done was tell Angie everything, but I didn't. We were in the PTA together and I wanted to handle the situation as delicately as possible. I started making remarks on how Jacobs behavior was making me uncomfortable and maybe she should talk to him.
Boy did I soon find out that both of these bitches where cray cray. Will had texted Jacob saying he had seen all the messages between me and him and he had until morning to tell Angie everything before he does it himself.Well, this delulu ass man somehow spun the story that I was the one chasing after him and offered to send him the gallery, even though he didn't have any proof of that. This banshee of a woman decided to call Will and go off on him saying how he needs to make me back off of Jacob and stop flirting with with him. Will was obviously confused because I had showed him the text exchange about the photos and how I was never reciprocating his advances while also redirecting the conversations back to his wife. She told Will that the last message there was because us, was the happy birthday message I had sent, but he had deleted everything that followed. Jokes on him, I had my receipts. I already wanted to go no contact so I had blocked them both on everything already, so I strategically took screenshots of our text exchange with the happy birthday message and everything below it, sent them to Will and he texted them too her. Somehow it was still my fault and she even went as far threatening to be at my ass the next time she saw me. Let me tell you that I quit the PTA so fast and removed any mode of contact we had. They still owe me money but the amount I lent them doesn't break the bank so I'd rather cut my losses then take them to small claims court. If I don't see them every again, it would be too soon.
I don't know if I'll ever be able to update this post as I don't know if there was any fallout between the two of them. But I can imagine the damning evidence I had sent Angie's way definitely caused problems. So AITA here, or did I do the right thing by exposing him?
**Edit: I forgot to write this but the only reason I'm writing this out now is because the homeboy tried re-adding me on Snapchat at 4 in the morning 3 days ago

I know this happens to many people using the app, but allow me to vent.
To give context: I've only started using Bumble this year. All the men I've been with or met have been through friends, family, or in person — never through the internet. I matched with this guy on Bumble in late March. After a few messages on the app, we exchanged numbers and hit it off quickly via text. We even had a phone call early on to gauge each other's vibe. Our text banter was great, and we kept our topics light. Due to conflicting schedules, we didn't set a date to see each other until six weeks later.
When we finally met, we had dinner, drinks, went back to his place, and ended up having sex. From my perspective, the chemistry and attraction were strong. We had a lot of fun — laughing, bantering, and discussing serious topics occasionally (though less than I would have liked). I stayed the night, and we said our goodbyes the next morning. We continued texting each other (less frequently and sporadically) for almost a month, and I was waiting for him to initiate a second date. And yes, at this point I've already noticed the huge shift in communication after our date.
During our texting, he kept hinting that he wanted to see me and asked for lingerie photos. I declined because I didn't fully trust him yet, and sending pics like that isn't my style unless I'm in an exclusive relationship. That was our last conversation.
Five days later, I reached out to check in on him and noticed that my message only had one tick, indicating it wasn't delivered. This was unusual, as my messages to him usually showed as delivered. After a bit of experimentation, I confirmed that he had blocked me.
For the record, I'm not looking for anything serious; I just want to have a good time and see where it leads to. You could say I had it coming, but we talked for more than a month before meeting up, which made me believe he was looking for more than just sex. I'm so annoyed (and hurt) at the fact that he made me open up, pursued me, acted like he cared, and liked me as a person, only to block me after getting what he wanted. I would have understood more if he had sent me a message saying he didn't want to continue, instead of ghosting me like a coward. Also, I knew he was seeing other girls the whole time, and I was okay with that — that's how modern dating goes, after all.
I'll be okay eventually and will continue dating around (definitely not sleeping around). I just need more practice, lol, but I'll be more cautious moving forward. If you've read this far, thank you for listening to my lil rant. 🫶🏻
Edit: Appreciate all your responses, even the judgmental ones haha! I clearly still have a lot to learn about myself, the standards I set, and dating in general. I just want to reiterate that my frustration stems from him not being straightforward with me, not because he wasn't more serious about us. Unfortunately, this guy is significantly older and more experienced than I am, which I guess he took advantage of. Still, I'm glad this happened sooner rather than later. I'm moving on, and I'll definitely take this as a lesson learned.

Our Kingston Brass tub faucet was installed by a moron 20 years ago, and as we brought up a kid and went through all the madness of life, we never got around to fixing the fact that the hot tap ran unbelievably slow, so it would take 20 mins for the tub to fill. Yesterday I tried to fix the problem and discovered that the village idiot had installed a rubber seal back to front all those years ago - underneath the large screw head you see in the second picture. It's like a black rubber seal with a little rubber pole/spigot thing in the center which seats into a hole in the screw. I turned it around, but it's so mangled it no longer seals, so now the tub is out of action. I'll get onto Kingston Brass and/or a plumbing supply store tomorrow to order a replacement, but to avoid wasting their time with my useless amateur descriptions, I have no idea what to call this part, or what that screw is - is it an inlet valve? Is it a pressure balance valve? And is it a seal or a gasket or what? Their current lineup on their website shows faucets that look almost identical to ours, but none of them have this screw thing, and I don't see this part on their site, so I'm also worried it's an old out of date part.
Edit: Huh, I posted some pics but they don't seem to have appeared. Here's an imgur link. https://imgur.com/a/HmMg8Dt

My trusty Galaxy s10e has started to crap out. I replaced it with a Galaxy s24 256GB, and it's basically unusable for what I what I want it for. I've had it less than two weeks and I want to be done with it. I need a replacement.
Here are my general details:

• I'm in the USA
• My carrier is Visible
• I'd like to stay in the $800-ish range, ideally lower if there's a cheaper phone that will do what I need
• Size Preference: Compact

What I want in a phone: * Good photo quality (doesn't need to be outstanding, I'm not a pro photographer or whatever) * Bright screen that can be used in full sun * Ability to control which lens is in use while using camera apps (a phone with a single rear camera is fine, if it takes good pics) * Decent storage size (the 128GB s10e was fine, bigger would be nice but isn't necessarily a requirement) * Build quality. I tend to keep phones for a long time, so quality of construction is important. I don't have the budget to replace an $800+ phone every year, nor do I want to. * Compact size is preferable, something close in size to the s10e/s24, ideally * Brands: I got the s24 at Best Buy and I'm within the return window, so if I can exchange it for something they have in stock that would be great. They carry Samsung, Google, OnePlus, Motorola, Nokia, BLU, and Sony
TL;DR background on what I hate about the s24: I do a lot of amateur nature photography with a clip-on macro lens and a clip-on monocular. My biggest problem with the s24 by a huge margin is that it has an auto-dimming safety feature when the phone gets too hot, to protect the hardware. This makes it absolutely unusable on sunny days, and that's when I use it the most. It quickly (in minutes) passes the temperature threshold and dims the screen, which makes it impossible to see, especially if I'm trying to focus on tiny insect legs or whatever. This is not the adaptive brightness feature, it's something deeper in the OS that isn't possible to control. I have tried a number of troubleshooting steps, but this seems to be impossible to override, and I just want to be done with it. One of the reasons I bought this phone is because it's supposed to have a bright screen, so the fact that it forces itself to dim in sunlight, exactly when you'd need it most, is mind-boggling. The other issue I have is that the camera will automatically switch lenses based on focus/light levels/whatever, and there isn't a way to manually select/restrict which lens is in use. So if I've got an external lens clipped on and the phone decides it wants to use a different lens it becomes a headache to get a good pic (this can be worked around in pro-mode, I know, but other things in pro-mode are worse for the pics I take, so it's not a great solution for me). Also, I don't do much gaming, but there's one game I play that's somewhat resource-intensive, and it somehow runs worse on the s24 (it's jumpy/laggy) than it did on the s10e.
I welcome any recommendations. Thanks!

I need advice. I hadn’t talked to my ex in literal years. I’ve tried reaching out in the past and he would never respond because he was in another relationship. He had remained friends on Facebook with my brother and one random day he commented on a post I tagged my brother in. The dopemine rush I got from just that was unreal!!! After his comment I just said well hi and he liked it and that was that. Fast forward to a couple weeks later my mom was posting memories of family trips etc on Facebook tagging my brother and I. And he starts liking the posts. So i went to his page and looked at a recent picture and gathered all courage I had and messaged him. I told him I never realized how ginger he was until now and happy early birthday! We’re old now (he 34 and I 32)! Because his birthday was the next day. To my surprise he responded right away, saying he’s just ginger on his face and balls not his head hair, and thank you!! So what does my dirty ass do? I told him to prove it lol and he says what’s there to prove? I don’t believe you have big tits and you know where that lead! Lmfao! He then starts saying he wants some birthday cake and not the cake you’re thinking! Literally wanted me to come to his house that night. I was flabbergasted because I thought he was engaged? Did him and ole girl break up? They had to of because he wouldn’t be responding to me him he was with her. I didn’t even ask because it’s not my business. He proceeded to keep asking my plans that night and I’m sorry but I was not prepared for all that I wanted to look GREAT when I seen him so I asked if I could have a rain check and he was like idk can you? I told him I liked that and of course, and he was like ok then and I left it as that and he continued to text me at midnight saying what’s the word raincheck? And I’m thinking like obviously bc if I just ran right over I’m clearly still whipped after all this time. So now it’s the next day his birthday april 27, and he asks what time is cake served ? Like bro am I dreaming?? Bc this is insane god what plans do you have ? I went out bought all new makeup, new outfit, sexy bra, underwear, lmfao I got to looking my best. He was over his sisters having some drinks with them and my brother was with his friends out having some drinks so I ended up meeting my brother at a bar nearby to my exs house when I was waiting for him to say what the plan was. He randomly just shows up at the bar we are at. It was so crazy being next to him, seeing him, hearing his voice after so long. I’m getting emotional just thinking about it. I bought him some bday drinks and we all had a great time just catching up. He’s done great for himself. I’m really proud of the person he’s become. My brother was like so we’re all curious what happened to ole girl and he was like none of your business (just as I thought) but he later told him she was a bad alcoholic and never knew if he’d come home to her in lingerie or a bad bad fight. So he made her leave. I have no idea how long it’s been since then. 2am came fast and he invited my brother and I back to his place. We just hungout there talking and smoked one. Until it got real late and he said he was tired and was calling it a night. Nothing happened. I hugged him and wished him a happy bday. And we left. I was sad but relived bc I didn’t want to seem that easy. He texted me once I got home saying thanks for the drinks and it was nice catching up and he would’ve had some cake if it wasn’t the three of us. After that, he texted me the next day because my brother lost his keys somehow so he was asking if yo the three of us. After that, he texted me the next day because my brother lost his keys somehow so he was asking if he ever found them I almost thought he was just trying to keep on a conversation. And that we did, we talked about the past the present things going on in our lives our jobs. Or dogs, how our families were doing who died. Sent pictures back-and-forth of stuff. The weekend after I seen him, he went up north to open up his camper and said that I could’ve came, but I would’ve been bored because there wouldn’t have been much to do. I’m kicking myself now because I should have just said I’ll go. I don’t care about being bored as long as I’m hanging out with you, but I was too dumb to even think of that. He even brought that up, man logic I guess. His whole ride up north to his place he was sending me dick pics and I was sending some stuff back so literally I started putting this whole scenario in my mind like we were gonna maybe start hanging out again. I really had no big expectations. I just wanted him in my life again. We only spent three years together when we were real young and I made some dumb choices back then which I totally regret and if I didn’t make those choices, my life would be so different today. I don’t think we would have ever broke up. He was the love of my life and still is because I have never loved anyone like I have loved him. We kept texting. I would ask him how his day was or he would ask me how my day went but it wasn’t as much. Now it’s been 3 weeks since I’ve seen him and 10 days since we even talked. Idk what to do. The last time we talked, I kind of made a fool out of myself telling them about fantasies of having my panties cut off with a knife then put it to my throat and yeah he was laughing but after that, I haven’t heard anything from him. I do too much sometimes and I embarrass myself and I think that’s exactly what I did. I want to reach out to him. I want to talk to him, but I kind of feel like it’s in his hands. What do I do? I almost feel like he’s just not interested. Was he just looking to get laid that night but then why would you proceeded to talk to me for almost a week and a half every single day, continue to send dick pics and talk about inviting me up north. It doesn’t make sense I don’t know what’s appropriate and what’s not in our situation. I know that he’s probably still hurt about his ex. They were with each other for over 10 years and we’re gonna get married. I’m sure that has left him hurt in someway, but obviously it’s none of my business. I just don’t know what to do.