Kissing sexy gif

I've been seeing so many of ya'll posting about these cheap ass time wasters lately, and just.. no.
There is a block button for a reason!
I get that society raised you to think you need to be submissive and eager to please to "land a man", but that's not true at all! Men perpetuate that through media because it keeps them in power!
They only kind of man that wants a woman that will ask how high when he says jump is a manipulative predator.
Generous men do NOT ask you to jump through hoops. They do NOT ask for sexy pics. They do not talk about sex PERIOD until it is APPROPRIATE. They do NOT hear a boundary and immediately look for loopholes.
Generous men will be polite and respectful. When you meet, he will open the door. He doesn't make paying awkward because he naturally just takes care of everything. He doesn't ask for pics.. or anything really! Generous men understand that courting you is part of their job and they enjoy it.
If you meet a generous man, then you may be submissive and eager to please. But not until he has shown you he is indeed worthy of your submission - even then lots of guys still don't want some timid little thing. But frankly, if he is generous, you will WANT to make him happy. Generous men understand that. Cheap guys do not.
There are a LOT of cheap guys! Life is too short to entertain them. Make your standards HIGH!
He pokes at a boundary? BLOCK! He asks for a "sexy" pic? BLOCK! He starts being a fucking perv? BLOCK! He says he doesn't want to pay? BLOCK! He wants to go to your house asap? BLOCK! He wants to meet at a hotel for a M&G? BLOCK! If he says anything that gives you an ick, BLOCK HIS ASS!!!
If he is lucky enough to make it to a M&G with you, don't let your guard down! You can always leave.
YOU ARE THE PRIZE! Never forget that. A generous man will make you feel that way without having to ask. It's your job to find a delicate balance between being the prize, and making him feel like he is the prize.
You do NOT need to kiss a bunch of frogs to find your Daddy. You do have to STOMP through a bunch to find him, though.
And if you are here out of desperation, or you feel like this will pull you out of extreme poverty .. I'm sorry, but no. Doing this while desperate is a recipe for getting taken advantage of. While lots of men like to be a white knight, they are also typically the same type that is possessive and manipulative. If you won't be dissuaded, at the very least do not let these men know you are desperate EVER! It's like a flame for moths. And the moths are manipulative men. I highly recommend looking into escorting if you are in need. And if you feel that's ick.. you probably shouldn't be anywhere near SW.
Good luck and keep that block button ready!!

Warning: long 😅
Gday all. 39m from Australia. Anyway, as the title so simply states.... Where do I even start? I'm undiagnosed to begin with. After reading through this sub Reddit and doing a few personality tests, hoo boy do I (seem) to have it bad! My journey to self awareness and trying to get right with, well, life and everyone around me started about four or five days ago. My wife of 12 years caught me lying (pretty poorly I admit) about spending entirely too much money to get a video game. Initially I got my back up as I pretty much always do when being criticized or called out for any number of shenanigans. I tried to cover lies with lies and jesus christ I just kept making it worse and worse. All along I was thinking "why is she so mad? It isn't even that bad. She's always out to get me, always blaming me for everything when all I do is do things for her". The standard fare.
Things were compounded when she asked me if I had checked out pet birds food and water. I straight up lied and said yes even though I hadn't checked on her for days. She said if she went out the next morning and it wasn't done, shit would hit the fan. I had every opportunity to fix this, admit to my lie.... But I thought fuck it she'll be mad for a day or two, get over it and everything will be fine. Things are definitely NOT fine! Three mornings ago, I was getting ready for work as is my routine every morning. Get up, get dressed, pack my lunch, kiss my wife, say I love you and leave. This time, she was cold (rightfully so as I've discovered), no kiss, no I love you, nothing. We generally joke around while I'm at work and have meme and gif wars (as all 40 something's do, right?). She ignored every single one of my messages.
I got home, said hi, asked how her day was as normal, I get a cold hi, and "fucking awesome", again, cold. In the moment I was so angry at her response. She should be over it right? Why is she still mad? Etc etc. So somewhere in my brain I twigged, just a little bit and decided to attempt shadow work (my wife is a witch, she suggested I do this a long time ago). So I started, and halfway through decided I wasn't doing it for the right reasons, but a few things stuck out. The fact that I've been lying to people and taking advantage of them for at least 20 years, and the fact that even though my mum dying in 2009 destroyed me and changed me for the worse, is that I resented her for dying, for having to take care of her and watch her die, and for leaving me.
I almost immediately closed the shadow work document and instead typed into Google "why do I lie?". And thus, I discovered this sub reddit. I poured over every post, link, article, test..... Anything and everything I could get my hands on. And after a lifetime on lying, fibbing, taking advantage of people, and ruining relationships, I said to myself, and out loud, "fuck me, I'm a narcissist". I think this is referred to as becoming self aware? I feel different, but I know I have a lot of work to do. And I don't know if my wife is able to hold on to this relationship during this work. She told me last night that she's done. That I have hurt her worse than her ex that physically beat her. That she resents me for not being empathetic, not being romantic, not being a sexual person. For taking the opportunity to have a baby from her. For lying, all the time about nothing and everything. For destroying her mental health after she's been healthy for years (she suffers from bi polar and BPD and has been med free for two years).
I have tried to bring up talking about things the last two nights but her filter is non existent currently and she is launching everything at me like the fury of a thousand suns. And to be honest (for once), I can't blame her. At all. I deserve this. I have created this. I have to live with this and attempt my best to repair over a decades worth of mistrust and pain.
I feel self aware. I feel I can fix this. I don't want to lose my wife and kids, but if I do I have no one to blame but myself.
Thanks for reading fam, M

“WHAT?!” Rayla gasped out, shocked at what Jabba the Hutt had just ordered to do.
“You heard me, little elf,” Jabba said. “Take off your clothes, so that my friends and I may see your maturing body in all its glory.”
“NEVER!” Rayla snarled, her purple eyes glowing with a defiant fire. She would NOT degrade herself for this evil slug!
Jabba laughed. “I admire your feistiness, little elf. But your clothes are to come off now, or your precious pet monkey will DIE.”
Rayla’s bold defiance faltered under Jabba’s cruel threat and malevolent gaze. She shivered in fear as she imagined being naked before Jabba and all his henchmen. She had NEVER bared herself for ANYONE before, and to do it before these evil monsters… the very thought made her wish the floor would open up and swallow her. She would much rather have bared herself for Callum.
But as much as Rayla feared and hated the very idea of being naked in front of Jabba and his cronies, she could not let them harm Stella. Her adopted cuddle daughter’s life was far more important than her dignity.
“Fine,” Rayla grumbled at last. Most reluctantly, she began to strip.
Jabba licked his slimy lips, watching intently as Rayla, with trembling hands, slowly took off her clothes. The hutt’s cronies watched too, many of them smiling and some of them even drooling with sick pleasure, eager to see what the young Moonshadow Elf looked like underneath her assassin gear, and savor the utter humiliation at being forced to expose herself before them.
Slowly, Rayla took off her outfit, shivering with fear and humiliation as she felt the lustful, perverted gazes of Jabba and his cronies burn into every inch of skin she revealed. First, she took off her top, exposing her slim shoulders and her small, perky breasts. They had grown quite a bit over the last year and were finely shaped.
Next, Rayla took off her boots, exposing her petite, four-toed feet. She wiggled her toes a bit, in spite of herself.
Finally, Rayla pulled down her pants, exposing her butt and her long, slim legs.
Jabba’s eyes glowed with sick pleasure as he watched the teenage Moonshadow Elf so reluctantly bare herself for him.
When she was finally finished, Rayla stood in the middle of the throne room, completely naked. Jabba’s cronies pointed and whispered crude comments at her as they looked her nude body up and down.
Blushing red with shame and humiliation, Rayla instinctively covered her naked breasts with her left arm and her bare womanhood with her right hand. She was feeling more vulnerable than she had never been in her life, naked and weaponless before these slimy lowlifes.
Jabba’s eyes narrowed as Rayla tried to cover herself. “Take your hands off your body, little elf,” he said, “or your precious monkey gets flayed.”
Rayla’s heart pounded with fear as she stood naked, with her breasts and sex barely covered by her small, pliable, four-fingered hands. With her clothes off, her privacy had been stripped away from her, and in front of so many evil people, many of whom were staring at her with intensely lustful eyes, clearing longing to rape her.
I wish Callum was here, Rayla thought miserably. Still, she kept her hands covering her breasts and sex, trying to maintain just a little bit of modesty.
Then, she caught the eye of Nyx, who stared at her with a pitying look. The scantily-clad Skywing Elf shook her head as if to say, “Don’t disobey him. You’ll just make things worse.”
As much as she hated to admit it, Rayla knew her dignity and privacy were not the prime concerns right now. Reluctantly, the humiliated Moonshadow Elf removed her hands and stood exposed in the raw before Jabba and his cronies.
With slow and hideous deliberateness, Jabba looked Rayla up and down. Even though she was only eighteen, Rayla was an impressive specimen of a female elf; tall, slim-bodied, and smooth-skinned, with long, slender legs and arms, and a flat belly. Her young breasts weren’t the biggest, but they were still nice and perky. Her butt was round and smooth and sexy.
Jabba smirked. He looked forward to feeling Rayla’s soft flesh underneath his slimy fingers, and her dexterous fingers massaging his body.
Rayla shivered under Jabba’s lustful gaze, but she didn’t try to cover herself again. She put on the most stoic and blank expression she could and stared straight back at Jabba, trying not to show any sign of fear or humiliation despite being totally naked in public. She needed to be as strong as possible to bear this ordeal, but she couldn’t deny, at least to herself, that she was feeling more humiliated than she ever had been in her life. She could only hope Callum would come for her and Stella.
“Come to me, my little elf!” Jabba commanded suddenly. “Come to your new master!”
Reluctantly, Rayla walked, naked and helpless, towards the giant slug. She stopped about two meters away from him. Rayla’s nose wrinkled. Even at this distance, she could smell a foul odor coming from Jabba’s slimy body.
“Closer,” Jabba beckoned Rayla. Reluctantly, her heart pounding with fear, her forehead sweating, Rayla walked closer until her naked breasts were almost touching Jabba’s slimy bulk.
Suddenly, Jabba reached out with a slimy hand and grabbed Rayla by the hair. He pulled the naked elf close and KISSED her!
“NNNMMMMMMPH?!” Rayla screamed as her small lips met with Jabba’s massive, slimy ones. This was nothing like kissing Callum; his mouth was sweet and warm and gentle. Jabba’s mouth was slimy, smelly, and rough.
As he kissed her, Jabba wrapped his slimy arms around Rayla and pressed her petite, naked body against his huge, slimy one. Her small breasts pressed squashed against his chubby chest. Struggling uselessly, Rayla squirmed and gagged, but Jabba was too strong. As a Hutt, he was slow and fat, but he was strong and smart.
Finally, Jabba ended the kiss and Rayla pulled away, wiping her face in disgust. Jabba sighed in pleasure. Rayla’s mouth was delicious and her body soft and warm. She would indeed be a fine addition to his harem.
“You have a sweet mouth, my little elf,” Jabba cooed at Rayla, who curled her lip in disgust.
“Well, your mouth is the foulest I have ever tasted,” she retorted.
Jabba smirked. “In time, you will long for my touch, little elf.”
“There’s only one man I love,” Rayla declared proudly. “Soon he will come for me, and you will regret this!”
Jabba laughed his deep, booming laugh again. “I’m sure. But in the meantime, I will greatly enjoy your company, little elf.”
Jabba turned to his other slave girls. “Take her away to the prepping room. You know what to do.”
“Yes, master,” Nyx replied. She walked towards Rayla, slowly because of the heavy weight chained to her foot. She took Rayla by the hand and led her away, the other slave girls following.
As they walked, Rayla leaned close to Nyx and whispered. “What happened, Nyx? How did you end up here?”
Nyx answered in a whisper, her face full of despair and shame. “I was out flying one day in the desert when this huge spider shot a web at me, tangled me in my own wings. Then, those pig-faced guards grabbed me and dragged me here.”
“I’m sorry,” Rayla said sincerely.
“Don’t be,” Nyx grumbled.
“Listen, Nyx,” Rayla said. “If we work together, maybe we…”
“We can what? Escape?” Nyx cut across Rayla. “Good luck with that escape is impossible. Jabba’s palace is too well-guarded. The best thing we can do is go along and hope he doesn’t hurt us too bad.”
Rayla stared at Nyx. This was not the same smug rogue she had met in the desert. Jabba had obviously subjected Nyx to the same humiliation he had subjected Rayla to… and probably more. Rayla did not want to go through what Nyx had. But it seemed she had no choice in the matter.
To be continued...

It is long one for some background. One night about 11 year ago I was single and going to a bar for couple of cold ones. The last bar you could smoke inside so been there most of the time when I went to town. The bartender knows me and tells me there is a woman who might needs so help. She has left her husband as they are divorcing and she can't stay there any more sick of him bullying her. I looked over and a woman about my age is sitting on a table at the wall. Black jacket high heels and she has very very big...just coming out the top of that jacket almost. All in all pretty sexy looking but also looks drunk. I walked over and started a talk with her, she needed a place to sleep but no hassle or sex or anything like that. I tell her I have a spare room and nothing will happen wat she doesn't want to happen. We talk a bit more and close to closing time I tell her I am going home so if she wants to go with me now is the time. She gets up and goes with me. If we get home I over her a drink(no alcohol) on the couch and tell her to relax. Tell her wat rooms and beds she can choose from. Looking at her big... I look at her and then tell her she is beautiful. She blushes and kisses me before I knew we are kissing like teenagers. Then she opens my buckle and I open her jacket two big... Drop out and a beautiful lace bra comes out. To make a long story short we ended up having a great time and needles to say she stayed in my bed. When I woke up it was because of some great feeling from getting a b job.. Now I am hooked. We make love morning afternoon evening and night. Yes we are having a incredible good connection. But she drinks.. Yes every day. After drinking she loses all boundaries but also controle of her emotions crying and hurting a lot of drama. But also as we are home the lovemaking goes to insane amounts . I can tell you if she wouldn't have come at least 10 times that day she would complain and asking for more. I loved her body and big b. yes I also couldn't stop making love to her. One day, I think beginning the second month she stayed with me, we got home from shopping and I could hardly wait to get into the house just to nail her again ( 5 or 6 time that day) right there I kissed her neck and asked if she wants me. She said she wants me all the time. So I tell her I also want her all the time it's insane. I ask could she forget about underwear in house and always be ready. She looks at me and starts taking her pents of and top I take her right there and from that time she never wears underwear in house again and the lust rools our relationship. Yes we talked about her daughter she missed but sees every day. About her alcoholisme (she stopped day drinking) her problems but also the drama in her life from her former husband. I warned her I am in no need of drama in my life.... But all in all it is like a god send time the amount of lust and purely animal behavior it's insane. After a couple of weeks in our new arrangements, the drama starts going in the wrong direction. She goes to her exes house every day for her daughter making lunch and dinner midday. But she comes to me end of the day after school is out and her daughter with her father. But he, her ex, is getting bitter and starts fighting with her again. I tell her to let go and stop making it worse by going back every day. Just pick up her daughter and drop her off don't go in any more. But she can't she is determined to stay close to her daughter, and by this the drama. Then the phone calls start to my phone and cell the ex starts to push. I asked her how did he get my number, probably her daughters phone. But I don't take that shit calls at my work place house and all that. I tell her to get him to stop and stay away from him. She didn't we are now in month 3. And the day drinking started again. All this time we don't talk about payment or anything she cooks cleans washes the clothes and changes the bed. We make love still about ten times a day I am addicted to her body hard. Her daughter doesn't want to leave her father alon. So the drama doesn't stop till I post a ultimatum stop or go. It's the end of the thirt month and she leaves. After that we didn't have contact for 12 months. Texting from her after that then started calling but my lust didn't subside. We never hooked up again and there has been silence for years now. I regret losing contact and now I worry and hope she is well after these idiotic years. My biggest regret losing her.

It’s a misty Saturday morning and you and I are naked under the covers, half awake playing footsies. You’re twirling my hair with your fingers and I’m drawing circles on your chest and there’s something about this closeness that feels so safe. This is that everyday little magic people wish for. It’s this moment right here, cozied up in each others arms, staying in bed a little later than we should. Something about us is so unconventional yet incredibly electric because we can’t keep our hands off each other for too long. And I know you think about me even though you preach about how much you love your solitude because I think about you even as I try out what it means to not be too attached.
Outside the birds have started their morning songs but you and I are going to linger here a little longer. We have some unfinished business to take care of before we start this day. There’s a few more kisses to steal and a few more inches of each others skin to be explored. Since the breakup, people have made me feel seen and safe but I have never felt as sexy as I do with you staring at me. You look at me with this hunger in your eyes, and in that moment nothing else matters expect for you and I. And any self doubt I was carrying around through my day just melts away.
I continue to trace the outlines of all your tattoos and look into your big brown eyes. Smitten with this feeling of desire. Something about all your spiders tattoos compliment all my flowers so nicely. Something about the bad boy and the too nice girl right?
As you describe your future dream house to me, telling me all about the outdoor grill that’ll be covered in a way so you can use it even when it’s cold or rainy and the coffee room that’ll be like a little cafe off the kitchen with every kind of milk and syrup so you can always have the perfect cup, I catch myself thinking, could I be part of this story? Could I be part of this future narrative you have so carefully written in your head? A big house in Texas with lots of room for the dog to roam, a simple life filled with simple joys.
You and I are curled up on your couch enjoying the last few minutes before you have to get ready for work. I’m still in the little lace number I surprised you in and you lay on my hip as you tell me your dreams. It’s cute. It’s light and it’s fun. Yet, I refuse to give myself permission to like you. I refuse to let myself get attached to you because I’m a little afraid that once I do, you will become past tense like all the rest. And even though I won’t admit it out loud, I don’t want to lose you because I find myself addicted to the way you make me feel.
I’m worried that writing about you will be the kiss of death because lately the people I write about seem to vanish quickly after publishing.
But mostly, I’m refuse to give myself space to like you because I know you’re a good man and not the kind of man who has potential to be a good, but who is actually good through and through. In spite of the tough guy costume you put on, the political shirt you wore that made me think twice, the dark art on the walls of your house, the Harley rings, the head to toe tattoos, you are a good man. The kind of man that’s just so easy to love. The kind of man who is a good teacher but also always willing to learn because you are so curious about the world. The kind of man who is such a tender soul that it will catch you a little by surprise.
Rocking a cut off band tee, clean old school vans and a Harley ring on your middle finger, you are still the kind of man who will pull me in close and give me a kiss on the forehead. You make me feel like the walk to your bed is my own Victoria’s Secret fashion show and deeper than that, you make me feel like I might just deserve love after all. After years of chaos, I’ve learned that it might just be easier to not let myself fall for you. That maybe it’s simpler just to try and be here in this moment for however long it lasts. To enjoy your company, to laugh about Elon musk and your love of berries and honey like a bear and the silliness of life. To drop the masks and be vulnerable with each other within the four black walls of your room and I think that’s enough for now.

It’s a misty Saturday morning and you and I are naked under the covers, half awake playing footsies. You’re twirling my hair with your fingers and I’m drawing circles on your chest and there’s something about this closeness that feels so safe. This is that everyday little magic people wish for. It’s this moment right here, cozied up in each others arms, staying in bed a little later than we should. Something about us is so unconventional yet incredibly electric because we can’t keep our hands off each other for too long. And I know you think about me even though you preach about how much you love your solitude because I think about you even as I try out what it means to not be too attached.
Outside the birds have started their morning songs but you and I are going to linger here a little longer. We have some unfinished business to take care of before we start this day. There’s a few more kisses to steal and a few more inches of each others skin to be explored. Since the breakup, people have made me feel seen and safe but I have never felt as sexy as I do with you staring at me. You look at me with this hunger in your eyes, and in that moment nothing else matters expect for you and I. And any self doubt I was carrying around through my day just melts away.
I continue to trace the outlines of all your tattoos and look into your big brown eyes. Smitten with this feeling of desire. Something about all your spiders tattoos compliment all my flowers so nicely. Something about the bad boy and the too nice girl right?
As you describe your future dream house to me, telling me all about the outdoor grill that’ll be covered in a way so you can use it even when it’s cold or rainy and the coffee room that’ll be like a little cafe off the kitchen with every kind of milk and syrup so you can always have the perfect cup, I catch myself thinking, could I be part of this story? Could I be part of this future narrative you have so carefully written in your head? A big house in Texas with lots of room for the dog to roam, a simple life filled with simple joys.
You and I are curled up on your couch enjoying the last few minutes before you have to get ready for work. I’m still in the little lace number I surprised you in and you lay on my hip as you tell me your dreams. It’s cute. It’s light and it’s fun. Yet, I refuse to give myself permission to like you. I refuse to let myself get attached to you because I’m a little afraid that once I do, you will become past tense like all the rest. And even though I won’t admit it out loud, I don’t want to lose you because I find myself addicted to the way you make me feel.
I’m worried that writing about you will be the kiss of death because lately the people I write about seem to vanish quickly after publishing.
But mostly, I’m refuse to give myself space to like you because I know you’re a good man and not the kind of man who has potential to be a good, but who is actually good through and through. In spite of the tough guy costume you put on, the political shirt you wore that made me think twice, the dark art on the walls of your house, the Harley rings, the head to toe tattoos, you are a good man. The kind of man that’s just so easy to love. The kind of man who is a good teacher but also always willing to learn because you are so curious about the world. The kind of man who is such a tender soul that it will catch you a little by surprise.
Rocking a cut off band tee, clean old school vans and a Harley ring on your middle finger, you are still the kind of man who will pull me in close and give me a kiss on the forehead. You make me feel like the walk to your bed is my own Victoria’s Secret fashion show and deeper than that, you make me feel like I might just deserve love after all. After years of chaos, I’ve learned that it might just be easier to not let myself fall for you. That maybe it’s simpler just to try and be here in this moment for however long it lasts. To enjoy your company, to laugh about Elon musk and your love of berries and honey like a bear and the silliness of life. To drop the masks and be vulnerable with each other within the four black walls of your room and I think that’s enough for now.

On the 27th of May i met a girl who i knew before but never had the chance to really talk with her, but on this day it was time.
We both went to the same football club to watch a game, troughout the game we never spoke but after the whistle goes i saw her in line for drinks ( i was 2 people behind her) so i said hi and we exchanged the standaad how you doing stuff. We talk for a bit and then we both go back to our friends.
Later i came in talks with a mutual friend so a bit later she joins the conversation. We talk about the game and earlier experiences at the football club, our mutual friend leaves, we continue talking.
When we get past that shallow shit we hit on a different level, i think at least, i really found out we shared a lot of the same ideas and interesses.
We hit it off, big time. We are having a conversation that flows, no awkward silences, lots of laughing. I think we spoke from 17:00 till 23:00, i never went back to my friends and she didnt either.
After the night falls and it gets a bit colder, we both came closer just to find a hug or holding hands, eventually we sit there with her holding on to my arm and resting her head on my shoulder.(this was the moment i really thought this might be something)
We sit there for a while like that and we started kissing at the end, was passionate, we both kissed the same style so no awkward there.
Time to go home comes and i offer to walk her to the train. As it was colder we waited in the train to leave, we kissing inside the train, trainer leaves with me inside. So i decide to make the trip with her, i could take a train back so i could come back.
We end up at her station and we do some sexy stuff. Also matching in that, like we both had to wait years to do. But for some reason i did not go home with her, wich was obviously the plan. ( i messed that up)
My train comes and i leave, i text her to text me when she comes home save. She does. From that moment i was hyped up, felt so good today i started thinking.
My phone had died at this point so when i got home and charged it, i got a ig follow and some more massages. We talk, not a lot, on whatsapp. This didnt go well, i was way to fast with responding which i am not at all in texting, people have to wait but for some reason i start texting her a lot.
3 days later i ask her out because i did not want this to stay on whatsapp. She not really interested.. she says something around the lines that she not interested in something serieus atm and doesnt wanna catch feelings( was just a nice way to say no ofcourse)
After that, shit went bad.. she responded slow and not really interested so i knew that was gone. I fell hard for her but she didnt, i think i was just a rebound or something like that.
At this point, i could not stop thinking about her, when she was on my mind i couldnt eat or sleep very well. She is in my mind 24/7 for the coming week.
I had to delete her number and ig because i only wanted massages from her. It was kinda obsessive behaviour. Like she had a spell on me, i talked with friends about it but nothing helped. I could not get her out my head.
Now its a long week after what happend and im still not free of this feeling.. help.
Can u tell me some wise stuff like she doestn want me and it was a one time thing. Something a long the likes of that, or some tips to get over that feeling.
Thanks for reading.

On the 27th of May i met a girl who i knew before but never had the chance to really talk with her, but on this day it was time.
We both went to the same football club to watch a game, troughout the game we never spoke but after the whistle goes i saw her in line for drinks ( i was 2 people behind her) so i said hi and we exchanged the standaad how you doing stuff. We talk for a bit and then we both go back to our friends.
Later i came in talks with a mutual friend so a bit later she joins the conversation. We talk about the game and earlier experiences at the football club, our mutual friend leaves, we continue talking.
When we get past that shallow shit we hit on a different level, i think at least, i really found out we shared a lot of the same ideas and interesses.
We hit it off, big time. We are having a conversation that flows, no awkward silences, lots of laughing. I think we spoke from 17:00 till 23:00, i never went back to my friends and she didnt either.
After the night falls and it gets a bit colder, we both came closer just to find a hug or holding hands, eventually we sit there with her holding on to my arm and resting her head on my shoulder.(this was the moment i really thought this might be something)
We sit there for a while like that and we started kissing at the end, was passionate, we both kissed the same style so no awkward there.
Time to go home comes and i offer to walk her to the train. As it was colder we waited in the train to leave, we kissing inside the train, trainer leaves with me inside. So i decide to make the trip with her, i could take a train back so i could come back.
We end up at her station and we do some sexy stuff. Also matching in that, like we both had to wait years to do. But for some reason i did not go home with her, wich was obviously the plan. ( i messed that up)
My train comes and i leave, i text her to text me when she comes home save. She does. From that moment i was hyped up, felt so good today i started thinking.
My phone had died at this point so when i got home and charged it, i got a ig follow and some more massages. We talk, not a lot, on whatsapp. This didnt go well, i was way to fast with responding which i am not at all in texting, people have to wait but for some reason i start texting her a lot.
3 days later i ask her out because i did not want this to stay on whatsapp. She not really interested.. she says something around the lines that she not interested in something serieus atm and doesnt wanna catch feelings( was just a nice way to say no ofcourse)
After that, shit went bad.. she responded slow and not really interested so i knew that was gone. I fell hard for her but she didnt, i think i was just a rebound or something like that.
At this point, i could not stop thinking about her, when she was on my mind i couldnt eat or sleep very well. She is in my mind 24/7 for the coming week.
I had to delete her number and ig because i only wanted massages from her. It was kinda obsessive behaviour. Like she had a spell on me, i talked with friends about it but nothing helped. I could not get her out my head.
Now its a long week after what happend and im still not free of this feeling.. help.
Can u tell me some wise stuff like she doestn want me and it was a one time thing. Something a long the likes of that, or some tips to get over that feeling.
Thanks for reading.

On the 27th of May i met a girl who i knew before but never had the chance to really talk with her, but on this day it was time.
We both went to the same football club to watch a game, troughout the game we never spoke but after the whistle goes i saw her in line for drinks ( i was 2 people behind her) so i said hi and we exchanged the standaad how you doing stuff. We talk for a bit and then we both go back to our friends.
Later i came in talks with a mutual friend so a bit later she joins the conversation. We talk about the game and earlier experiences at the football club, our mutual friend leaves, we continue talking.
When we get past that shallow shit we hit on a different level, i think at least, i really found out we shared a lot of the same ideas and interesses.
We hit it off, big time. We are having a conversation that flows, no awkward silences, lots of laughing. I think we spoke from 17:00 till 23:00, i never went back to my friends and she didnt either.
After the night falls and it gets a bit colder, we both came closer just to find a hug or holding hands, eventually we sit there with her holding on to my arm and resting her head on my shoulder.(this was the moment i really thought this might be something)
We sit there for a while like that and we started kissing at the end, was passionate, we both kissed the same style so no awkward there.
Time to go home comes and i offer to walk her to the train. As it was colder we waited in the train to leave, we kissing inside the train, trainer leaves with me inside. So i decide to make the trip with her, i could take a train back so i could come back.
We end up at her station and we do some sexy stuff. Also matching in that, like we both had to wait years to do. But for some reason i did not go home with her, wich was obviously the plan. ( i messed that up)
My train comes and i leave, i text her to text me when she comes home save. She does. From that moment i was hyped up, felt so good today i started thinking.
My phone had died at this point so when i got home and charged it, i got a ig follow and some more massages. We talk, not a lot, on whatsapp. This didnt go well, i was way to fast with responding which i am not at all in texting, people have to wait but for some reason i start texting her a lot.
3 days later i ask her out because i did not want this to stay on whatsapp. She not really interested.. she says something around the lines that she not interested in something serieus atm and doesnt wanna catch feelings( was just a nice way to say no ofcourse)
After that, shit went bad.. she responded slow and not really interested so i knew that was gone. I fell hard for her but she didnt, i think i was just a rebound or something like that.
At this point, i could not stop thinking about her, when she was on my mind i couldnt eat or sleep very well. She is in my mind 24/7 for the coming week.
I had to delete her number and ig because i only wanted massages from her. It was kinda obsessive behaviour. Like she had a spell on me, i talked with friends about it but nothing helped. I could not get her out my head.
Now its a long week after what happend and im still not free of this feeling.. help.
Can u tell me some wise stuff like she doestn want me and it was a one time thing. Something a long the likes of that, or some tips to get over that feeling.
Thanks for reading.

Gosh it's so hard to write this. I have tears falling down my face, but I just want some thoughts and advice. Please no hate.
I've been with my husband for 7 years and I love him so much. He is a wonderful person... but he's shit at emotional intimacy and I've never enjoyed sex with him. To start with he was a smoker so he always tasted horrible, by the time he gave up I realised he just didn't kiss me in a way I enjoyed. We struggled with sex, I've only slept with him. I had been brought up in a highly religious family and believed sex was more than I now think it is. We didn't have sex for a while into the relationship and maybe even then I wasn't really ready. I struggled to relax and found it painful, he has a large penis. This was true right up until after our first child. Since then vagina is so much bigger and his penis inside me actually feels great. I want sex SO MUCH more now. Sadly he doesn't.. years of it being difficult and now SSRIs and chronic fatigue has meant he has no libido. Bolt onto that he's gained so much weight I find him completely unattractive in that way. I love to hug him, talk to him, be with him. We have such a wonderful son together and I don't regret a thing.
But.. I want sex. Hes never made me orgasm without a vibratory to help. He doesn't want sex now or make any efforts. We sleep in separate beds because his chronic fatigue means any disturbances greatly affect him the next day.
And now the bit you'll all hate me for.. Before I met my husband I was, for 4 yrs, on off having a fling (without sex) with another bloke. It started when we were both single, he ended it when I didnt want to have sex with him and wanted to wait.. for an undetermined amount of time, not necessarily until we were married. It never turned into a publically known about relationship. We played in the same sports team and still saw each other a lot. I have never fancied someone so much. He'd have relationships, I tried but nothing worked out. We also saw each other as he was my physio. One day the sexual tension got too much and we kissed. He had a girlfriend..over time that lead to hand jobs too. Wed see each other when I needed physio, and sometimes it would go that way,.sometimes it would not. Never any further because of my resolve around not having sex until marriage/love/certainly a committed relationship. I walked away from him as my physio when I met my husband as I didn't trust myself and wanted to make things work with this wonderful guy.
Roll on 5yrs and during covid he was the only physio accepting online patients. I was pregnant and struggling. A friend told me he was working and I got in touch. He started treating me virtually and it really helped, he's good at his job. When the rules lifted he treated me in person. I felt differently I was happy in my relationship (even if the sex was a bit crap). I trusted myself, but oh my god he was still as sexy as the day I met him.
1yr on and I have Post parturm depression and my body hasn't healed from birth. I was sad, one day he offered a hug, I accepted. I felt something Id not felt in years with my husband. All that sexual tension and feeling came back. I was going weekly for treatment. I loved the hugs. One day I noticed he got a boner during a hug, he tried to kiss me, I said no and walked out. Ever since then I've been walking this tight rope of intense sexual feelings and not crossing a line. My line. You might say it was an emotional affair at this point and put hate on me, I don't know, maybe it was. 1yr on and due to time constraints and my husband getting a virus and developing CFS I am in a not great place..I'm struggling. I'm getting nothing at home. I'd gone to his house a few times for treatment because I could only go out after id put our toddler to bed as my husband couldn't look after him. You can prob see where this is going. He massaged me, God my skin was on fire, he suddenly rolled me over, lay over me and just looked. I've never wanted him so badly.. he grinded on my fully clothed. It was intense. I wanted to kiss him SO much but I just lay there for a short while and let him touch me (through clothed, not near my vagina). Eventually I said stop, got up and left and havent seen him since.
5 months later and I think about him all the time. I desperately want to have sex with him. Partly to know if it will be good, to see what sex with someone else is like. To fill the void in my own relationship. I want these feelings with my husband. I don't think I'll ever get them.
I don't know what to do. I'm sad. But I don't want to leave husband, I love him. I don't want to cheat on him but now I'm wanting good sex, I think about it all the time. I want to go and have sex with this guy, but I don't want to hurt my husband. I want someone to touch me and not need to be asked.
Well done for getting this far. I guess this is just a plee for some perspective and some help and advice. Thanks team Reddit. Xx

Sometimes I like to sneak into the attic with my mummy's iPad to play Minecraft, one time 1 saw a hot boobie mod for Minecraft and decided to install it - later I saw a super duper uber hot sexy skin with big boobiez, it made my pee pee hard and I begin to touch it, then my sister came into the attic and saw me poking my now enlarged member, she then kissed my forehead and began putting her mouth over it, it felt good and then I peed white sticky stuff in her mouth (which she swallowed), I then began to cry and begged her not to tell Mom and Dad that I peed myself, she told me not to worry - itll just be our secret. Next time Mom and Dad were out I peed in her no no zone, she seems to like the sticky, white pee. So don't worry. just get your sister to help you out.

Same thing over and over. It just sucks. It’s just not worth it. Never gets better. Told myself it would every day and I have days where it does feel worth it and I’m happy for such a small second but those fleeting moments are so small and infrequent compared to the constant crushing despair that is being alive in this world. It makes me sad cuz I KNOW if someone from a third world or impoverished country could swap with me, they would in a heartbeat, and I wish I could give them my life. I wish so badly we could swap. I have a home and a job and creature comforts but I still hate living. I’ve been suicidal for as long as I can remember. I used to make my Barbie’s commit suicide as a little kid. I fantasized as a kid about dying cuz I got in trouble, then as a teen dying because I was the ugly chubby kid, never kissed, never dated, no friends, then as an adult because life is harder than I ever dreamed. I grew up poor and now it’s the same struggle but it’s me at the forefront and not my parents. Now I will do what they did until I die. Minus the children, of course, there’s no one in the world who could love me enough to want kids with me, or find me sexy enough for a one night stand. I’m so tired of being ugly. Even as an adult, I try so hard to eat right, consistently, go to bed at a decent hour, drink water, I have great hygiene and a special skincare routine, I even take supplements and vitamins! I work out 6 days a week and I… feel like I’m doing a good job and training intensely but am I? The body and performance dysmorphia is so bad… Im so tired of living? it’s like being sleepy but I can feel it deep in my chest. I won’t do it but goddamn does it sound nice

I'm glad you talked to me this morning. My homie by the way, your "good morning" in the afternoon makes me laugh my ass off! Your eyes are so beautiful they pierced my soul! You make me feel brand new, just like that old tune! God, I can't wait to wrap my arms around you and kiss you! You're my sexy sunshine, babe. Hey, please Love love me too! There I go again, but I do love you, and please don't ask me to sing "Yellow Submarine." I'm not fucking high yet!
Love me. ❤️❤️😋🥰
~me~

Krill was mildly uncomfortable, and so was Sunny.
They had all been invited to what the humans described as a "black tie" event on mars, mostly for political delegations, rich sponsors, a couple of famous people, and the occasional member of the UNSC or the GA. Most of the GA reps were Rundi, since they tended to like this political sort of thing.
There was at least one Tesraki, who had made the executive decision to come, since he saw financial opportunity in getting to know some rich humans.
Sunny had been invited to stand in for the Drev counselor, who could not attend due to some issues back on Anum. Dr Krill and Dr. Katie had been invited to attend the event in case medical personnel were required for any reason.
Adam was the only one who had been invited for himself.
The black tie event had been sent by way of a physical letter which Adam had called, "Excessively pretentious." in a day and age where everything was sent electronically.
The fact they had managed to get a letter to him out in the middle of space in the first place was pretty impressive.
Sunny hadn't really known or cared what all of this meant, but Adam had been nervous and very serious about the dress code. Despite thinking the entire thing was pretentious, that didn't stop him from immediately sending away for his mother's help.
Sunny was, of course, encouraged to wear ceremonial formal armor to the event.
Krill was keeping very close track of this odd human behavior, constantly asking questions as Adam was preparing himself.
"Why don't you just wear a regular suit?"
"Because that would be a social faux pas."
"A what?"
He sighed,
"I don't know, it's french or something. I think it's a ballet term. It just means it would be a social screw up and people would totally judge me for it."
"They would judge you for wearing the wrong thing?"
Krill wondered curiously, Adam nodded,
"That is the point of these parties, and has been for the last two and a half thousand years. These parties are honestly just the biggest pissing contests where people try to out dress each other in subtle ways, and the old people who know what they are doing make fun of the new people for having no idea how to do it properly."
Krill looked interested,
"How fascinating. So, it is a way to show your status subtly?”
"Oh yes. Status is a big deal. It started to go out of style for a while, but this whole adherence to dress code has come back with a vengeance in the last few years. The fashion world has seen an upheaval in pretentiousness, and celebrities have been laughed out of parties for trying to be avant-garde."
"To be what?"
"Sorry, pretty sure that's also french too? It means new, interesting, or out of the ordinary usually to make a statement."
Sunny leaned in a little,
"And they expect an air force commander to know how to properly dress for black tie?"
"They don't, which is why they invited me. I am supposed to make others look good by looking bad myself. Of course, I also make them look good by being invited in the first place. Of course, joke's on them because I have a secret weapon on my side..."
He patted the front of his shirt,
"Thank you mother."
"I am now confused."
Adam waved a hand,
"Yeah, I know, It's pretty stupid…”
"I thought you recently decided that you like dressing up?"
The human turned in place a couple of times in front of the mirror, trying to get a better view of himself,
"Correction, I have always enjoyed dressing up – got that from my mom – what I don't enjoy is the pissing contest that comes along with it.”
"What is that?"
"Bow tie."
"You look like someone's Christmas present."
He adjusted the bow tie,
"Well than someone is getting a sexy as fuck Christmas present now aren't they?"
He said and winked at Sunny, while buttoning up the front of the 'waistcoat' and pulling on the jacket.
When he was done, the two aliens had to admit that he really did stand out, all in black, black pants, black tuxedo jacket, cuff links, black tie, black waistcoat, and a purple/blue carnation threaded through the buttonhole on the lapel.
His shoes were almost as reflective as the mirror behind him.
"How do I look?"
"Like a goofy idiot, but the suit wasn't going to change that."
He lifted a finger to flip Sunny off.
"Not very dapper of you."
Katie said from the doorway.
They looked up to see Katie, who had also commissioned a dress from Martha, and honestly made Adam look a little plain.
"Ready to go?”
"As ready as I will ever be."
[…]
Krill kept a shrewd eye on all the strange human protocols.
As far as dressing up went, Krill could immediately see who the “In-crowd” included. Most of those people understood the rules Adam had laid out for him, wearing the proper evening attire, where those not in the “in” wore clothing that approximated the rules, but missed them on several occasions.
The way the evening was set up was a little bit more like a “ball” as Adam described, being announced as they were walked in, and then ordered them to mingle with the crowd. Adam and Katie got a few glances from the “in-group” who seemed surprised that a simple ship captain would know anything about formal evening attire.
Sunny just found the entire thing hilarious.
All of this subtle dressing up to impress each other?
If Drev held balls, instead of dancing they would probably just beat each other to death.
But here, there were a lot of subtle clues and hints that went right over her and the Doctor's heads, while Adam seemed to know what he was doing.
As they walked in waiters offered Adam an alcoholic drink, while Krill received sugared water, and Sunny a rather strange tincture that was generally just water with plant flavoring... It was pretty good though, so she didn't complain.
They were met on arriving by the event coordinator, whose eyes opened wide when she saw Adam, pausing and holding out a hand.
Due to the conflated and rather twisted nature of black tie events in the future, Adam took the hand, and bowed a bit, lowering his head, a strange area between the less formal handshake and the more formal kiss on the hand, which was also not a thing in societies post WWIII
"Commander, I... you look..."
She trailed off, even to Sunny it was clear the woman hadn't expected him to know anything.
He smiled icily at her.
Krill leaned in in fascination.
This was one of the most intriguing parts of humanity. The polite way in which they were totally rude to each other.
"Well thank you. My mother has a Ph.D in the information age and a masters in historical fashion."
That shut the woman up and she politely dismissed herself, walking away with a straight back.
Adam smirked,
"Her dress isn't the right length for an evening event."
"I thought she coordinated the event?"
Sunny muttered,
"She couldn't coordinate herself out of a paper bag."
He winked at Sunny and Krill,
"You can't out-dress the son of a historical fashion expert. Simply not possible, my mother even used the correct materials."
He tugged lightly at his jacket.
Dr. Katie had disappeared on entry, leaving the three of them to wander about the room as Adam pointed out the other important people.
There were a few military commanders, Rundi, and the aforementioned Tesraki.
There were at least five major political leaders, and even larger handful of actors who had their hands in charities or political causes related to the event.
Adam was only halfway through his first drink, when he was waylaid by one of the younger actors.
Even Sunny could tell straight off that he was not dressed appropriately.
He had clearly tried very hard, but his efforts were in vain.
While everything looked alright from a distance, up close something was wrong about everything. The material of his jacket, the style of his shirt, the type of pants, the lapels on the coat, and even the patterned pocket square, which should have been a solid color but wasn't.
He was joined by another group of men, who then began some pretentious conversation about noticing how Adam was new to these sort of events. The way they spoke made it pretty clear they had no idea who he was or what the proper dress code was either.
Adam smiled and didn't say anything.
"And what do you do for a living?"
One of them asked,
"Simply an UNSC representative."
"Ah that explains a lot."
They glanced down at him with pointed looks.
The conversation continued. Sunny wondered why Adam didn't just shut them all up by telling them exactly who he was, but Krill had a theory that Adam was just playing with them as a human way to build up the moment so that he could socially crush them.
As humans do, their conversation wandered until it eventually moved around to the UNSC and other related topics.
One of the men nodded knowingly,
"I am somewhat knowledgeable on the subject myself."
Adam raised an eyebrow.
"Are you?"
"Well yes, I have a brother in law who flies shuttles and planes for the UNSC. Tell me, what is your opinion on the D-4 class engine on a F-90 darkfire. I honestly think they are rather overpowered for what is being asked of them."
Adam frowned,
"The darkfire doesn't have a D-4 engine. That is a warp classification which-"
The man raised a hand,
"No no. I heard my brother in law talking about it. Personally, I think they should have just kept the jet engines they would have been plenty enough power to make it into orbit.”
The commander's face scrunched in confusion as he shook his head,
"No, it's a fusion engine, and the jet engine can't fly in the upper atmosphere because there is no lift-"
"Look, Adam, was that your name? I generally tend to know what I am talking about. The darkfire jet engines would have plenty of power to make it into atmosphere…"
"But it’s a jet engine which implies it is for a plane and not for a rocket-"
The guy cut him off again and continued to ramble onward about how he took some engineering classes in college and would know what he was talking about. Since Adam Joined the UNSC and didn't go to college, that he probably didn't know anything at all, or at least that is what they said in not so many words.
Sunny was getting a bit annoyed and would like to have squished the guy, but Adam just shook his head at her.
She stayed silent and grumpy as the other men continued to correct Adam on knowledge of his own favorite aircraft.
*"My brother owns a spaceship with a class E warp core.”
One of them boasted. Adam rolled his eyes,
"There is no such thing-"
"My brother owns the craft, I am pretty sure I know what I am talking about. It's one of the most powerful cores in the galaxy."
"Um, I don't think…"
"Yes, the E is more powerful than the A. A ship like the Harbinger or the Enterprise would only make it part of the way across the galaxy but the-"
He kept going.
Adam looked like he was dying, but why didn't he say anything?
It was just then that someone appeared from the crowd.
Sunny recognized a political figure they had met at GA summits on occasion.
He raised his glass and stepped into the group,
"Ah commander! I am glad to see you could make it."
The group of men glanced at each other in confusion.
Adam nodded,
"It's good to see you too counselor."
He motioned to the group,
”We were just having a fascinating discussion on warp engines."
"Oh yes?"
He turned to look at the men,
"Than I am sure the commander has also told you about his escapades as a darkfire pilot."
The satisfaction Sunny got from watching their faces was priceless, almost orgasmic.
She could tell from the look on Adam's face that he was feeling similarly,
"Well, no we had not made it to the subject…”
"I was just going to explain to them how the duel E 20 engine has both a jet engine and a fusion engine. The jet engine for flying in atmosphere and the Fusion engine for moving out of atmosphere considering that the jet engine is not powerful enough to lift the craft without air buoyancy."
Sunny was laughing on the inside.
"Ah yes. I seem to recall a discussion along those lines. Tell me commander, what about the Harbinger's engine is it a class A-1."
Adam nodded,
"Could potentially get you to the other side of the universe if you asked her. The classification system is A-D 1-4 on each, so my ship has one of the most powerful engines mankind has ever bothered to build."
He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the other men, who were beginning to slink away.
Sunny chirped in pleasure.
The rep nodded as they left,
"I heard the futility of your conversation from the other side of the room."
"Thanks for the help. I was dying inside."
The two men laughed and took their drinks.
Krill was very pleased with his examination on how humans subtly tried to one up each other with their dress and understanding of certain topics, though it seemed odd to him that someone would claim to be an expert when it was, in fact, their brother or brother in law who knew about the subject and not them.
But he supposed that was the social nature of humanity.
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