I am the former
Do guys like actually get turned on when u suck or play with their nipples like not in like a fetish typa way but like is the experience actually like pleasurable nd stuff?? If this the wrong placw to ask or something than I apologize (I’m also lowkey too scared to search on google so I ask here) ╥﹏╥
I am falling out of love with it. I used to be able to read multiple long stories a day but maybe now that I am in my 20s my brain has moved on?
has anyone experienced something similar if so were you able to fall back in love?
what recs do you have for someone like moi
has anyone experienced something similar if so were you able to fall back in love?
what recs do you have for someone like moi
i’ve been reading bl/yaoi since i was in high school and it’s been more than a decade (whew). i was also single the rest of my life (which is 27 years). i got a boyfriend last year and we recently started “doing it” which was also my first time. it was scary at first, but as we did it more often and explored different ways for both of us to have a healthy and pleasurable experience, i became more aware of my needs and my body. suddenly, i don’t see s3x the same way i see on stuff i read here. it pains me when there isn’t enough foreplay or preparation like honey that hole does not self-lubricate please i just know ts hurts like hell. then those guys with a whole ass arm hanging down their legs scare me now. the shit i used to read gave me pleasure and i enjoyed reading smut like it was the last thing on earth that gives me life. but not anymore… i just don’t feel it anymore. i’ve been trying to get into it but the spicy scenes look so rough to me i stopped reading.
i might still read yaoi from time to time if the plot is good but anything with smut clearly written by a straight woman is not it for me.
i might still read yaoi from time to time if the plot is good but anything with smut clearly written by a straight woman is not it for me.
Ever since I was a kid I've always feared what the future may hold for me. Cause I never really had a passion to be something. I never admitted this to my parents or anyone I never felt the want or need to be something, rather I want to do nothing at all. As ridiculous as it probably sounds, trust me I really tried changing my way of thinking in life. I tried to create a dream. Everytime the teachers and my parent would ask me what I want to be in the future I would say the same thing I heard my seatmate told during introduction. I was good at some things, I have good grades I rank number 1 academically atleast. I'm part of the Student Council, I can cook, write poems and other stuff. I can learn really fast but somehow the desire to be something I can't quite get it. I feel like I'm being left behind by everyone
I think this might be an original experience but my favorite made-up game to play a while back was yaoi bingo. I chose a random popular yaoi and saw how long it would take me to get a bingo when all squares are overused bl manwha tropes (in case you were wondering, usually less than 10 chapters). I'll share a picture of the old bingo board I made in the replies.
So... What squares/tropes would you add?
So... What squares/tropes would you add?
As a vaginal-posessing female, I've noticed that when I'm attracted to men, I act manscular and boyish. But when I'm attracted to women, I am shy and timid, like a fragile little flower ❀
Does this mean I wanna dominate a man but want a woman to dominate me? I'm confusion
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Does this mean I wanna dominate a man but want a woman to dominate me? I'm confusion
(￣ε(#￣)Σ
Istg, I feel so anxious whenever it rains, I hate storms, the heavy wind, the lightning, even js light rain, I hate it
My mind goes instantly into thinking abt floods and accidents and I js feel depressed and anxious all the time, specially if someone I know it's outside, I keep thinking abt what could happen to them
It even scares me to drive when it's raining
My mind goes instantly into thinking abt floods and accidents and I js feel depressed and anxious all the time, specially if someone I know it's outside, I keep thinking abt what could happen to them
It even scares me to drive when it's raining
I’m SO bad at expressing myself. I’m also terrible at like… well, my dad called it “empathizing”. I thought I knew what that was, but now I’m kinda confused. People always seem kinda disappointed when I try to acknowledge their heavy feelings. I’m so bad actually that my family has started politely encouraging me to stay home from funerals
But frrrr I never know how to act to show them I understand they feel bad?? I also have a bad habit of smiling in any tense situation, which isn’t very good when I’m getting punished…
My sister’s started thinking I’m a sociopath atp and I dunno what to do about it. I feel like this is a dumb and broad question, and this is the worst place to ask it, but how do you express “empathy” instead of “sympathy”? Because I keep doing things and people keep getting concerned and I don’t want them to be ;^^
But frrrr I never know how to act to show them I understand they feel bad?? I also have a bad habit of smiling in any tense situation, which isn’t very good when I’m getting punished…
My sister’s started thinking I’m a sociopath atp and I dunno what to do about it. I feel like this is a dumb and broad question, and this is the worst place to ask it, but how do you express “empathy” instead of “sympathy”? Because I keep doing things and people keep getting concerned and I don’t want them to be ;^^
tldr at the bottom
Hey everyone, I (23M) recently divorced my ex-husband (28M) and married the novelist (30M) who lives at the beach 3 days later.
I moved to this cute town in a valley two years ago to escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. Immediately upon arriving at this quaint town, I set off to greet all the villagers. That's when I met my ex-husband.
He was quite rude to me at first, I didn't care much for him either. But after accidentally learning about his struggle with depression and alcoholism, I started to feel sympathetic towards him.
I'd talk to him everyday and give him at least 2 gifts a week. Slowly but surely, he started to recover, even started going to therapy and cut back on the alcohol! However, soon our friendship blossomed into something more...
In the end, we decided to get married on the 7th day of Fall. We adopted a beautiful baby boy next month. Life was good. But I couldn't help but notice my ex-husband was getting duller by the day.
He quit his job at the local supermarket so that he could help out with the farm and our baby. He only went out on Mondays and Fridays. He'd always talk a about his glory days where he played rugby for his highschool team, always pondering over the 'what ifs'. I'd caught him sneaking in a few beers late at night too.
I was devastated, our marriage had changed this man for the worse.
At this point, I started spending more time away from home, guilt eating me up from the inside, completing chores for others to occupy my mind.
One fateful day, while I was fishing at the beach, I met the novelist. Standing at the pier, gazing at the horizon with his long, chestnut hair dancing in the gentle sea breeze. I was entranced for a moment. I had never paid attention to this man, his schedule rarely aligned with mine and thus I had barely any chances to ever bump into him.
I'd heard that he moved to the Valley a year before I did, we were both newcomers.
As destiny would have it, we both hit it off fairly easily. He liked lobsters a lot and I catch a few for him once a week thanks to my fishing prowess.
The best word I could use to describe this man is "romantic" . For that is what he was in every fibre of his being. Hell, he even dedicated a novel to me and read it out at the local library!
As I started spending more and more time with him, the more I noticed how dull my husband's life is. He had no ambition, no dreams, nothing, it felt like he just lived *for me*.
This novelist, however, he was different. A man who kvew his ideals and stood by them, iron willed.
One evening in spring, he invited me to a boat ride. He confessed to me, we kissed. I just felt so guilty yet so *so* conflicted.
On the 13th day of Spring, I filed for divorce. I was scared, sad and mostly bittersweet. My ex-husband was a wonderful man, willing to change and become a better version of himself, for himself and those around him. But I wasn't the right man for him, for I just stunted his emotional growth. This had to be done.
That night, I visited the local witch's house and wiped the town and my ex-husband's memories of our relationship.
The next day, I proposed to the novelist, he said yes. 3 days later, we got married. The whole town was there, so was my ex-husband. They cheered for us with joy, blissfully unaware of all that had happened. I was happy and, in a way, relieved.
But I couldn't shake that feeling of guilt, if only I could wipe my own memory too. But I think did what was best for my ex and I.
AITA?
tldr: my ex-husband looked dull and lifeless after our marriage, I fell in love with someone else, divorced him and wiped the whole town's memory of our relationship. AITA?
Hey everyone, I (23M) recently divorced my ex-husband (28M) and married the novelist (30M) who lives at the beach 3 days later.
I moved to this cute town in a valley two years ago to escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. Immediately upon arriving at this quaint town, I set off to greet all the villagers. That's when I met my ex-husband.
He was quite rude to me at first, I didn't care much for him either. But after accidentally learning about his struggle with depression and alcoholism, I started to feel sympathetic towards him.
I'd talk to him everyday and give him at least 2 gifts a week. Slowly but surely, he started to recover, even started going to therapy and cut back on the alcohol! However, soon our friendship blossomed into something more...
In the end, we decided to get married on the 7th day of Fall. We adopted a beautiful baby boy next month. Life was good. But I couldn't help but notice my ex-husband was getting duller by the day.
He quit his job at the local supermarket so that he could help out with the farm and our baby. He only went out on Mondays and Fridays. He'd always talk a about his glory days where he played rugby for his highschool team, always pondering over the 'what ifs'. I'd caught him sneaking in a few beers late at night too.
I was devastated, our marriage had changed this man for the worse.
At this point, I started spending more time away from home, guilt eating me up from the inside, completing chores for others to occupy my mind.
One fateful day, while I was fishing at the beach, I met the novelist. Standing at the pier, gazing at the horizon with his long, chestnut hair dancing in the gentle sea breeze. I was entranced for a moment. I had never paid attention to this man, his schedule rarely aligned with mine and thus I had barely any chances to ever bump into him.
I'd heard that he moved to the Valley a year before I did, we were both newcomers.
As destiny would have it, we both hit it off fairly easily. He liked lobsters a lot and I catch a few for him once a week thanks to my fishing prowess.
The best word I could use to describe this man is "romantic" . For that is what he was in every fibre of his being. Hell, he even dedicated a novel to me and read it out at the local library!
As I started spending more and more time with him, the more I noticed how dull my husband's life is. He had no ambition, no dreams, nothing, it felt like he just lived *for me*.
This novelist, however, he was different. A man who kvew his ideals and stood by them, iron willed.
One evening in spring, he invited me to a boat ride. He confessed to me, we kissed. I just felt so guilty yet so *so* conflicted.
On the 13th day of Spring, I filed for divorce. I was scared, sad and mostly bittersweet. My ex-husband was a wonderful man, willing to change and become a better version of himself, for himself and those around him. But I wasn't the right man for him, for I just stunted his emotional growth. This had to be done.
That night, I visited the local witch's house and wiped the town and my ex-husband's memories of our relationship.
The next day, I proposed to the novelist, he said yes. 3 days later, we got married. The whole town was there, so was my ex-husband. They cheered for us with joy, blissfully unaware of all that had happened. I was happy and, in a way, relieved.
But I couldn't shake that feeling of guilt, if only I could wipe my own memory too. But I think did what was best for my ex and I.
AITA?
tldr: my ex-husband looked dull and lifeless after our marriage, I fell in love with someone else, divorced him and wiped the whole town's memory of our relationship. AITA?
Honestly I'm just curious why Smut is so overhyped, as in people complaining there is too little/no smut in a story (BL mostly) I personally can't really relate but I've just noticed it one too many times now and am just curious why Smut is so important over a Good Plot lol
Let me just rant
I hate how I overthink literally everything! Anything! I want to message someone??? I gotta think for 30 minutes on what to say!! I just send a message??? Now I got overthink of that message for another 30 minutes!!! Someone messaged me a "hi"???? It's either I reply a lot lot later or I ignore them
Like bruhhhh I just don't want to careeeeee but I can't! My brain is running 1000 miles everything I interact or socialize with people!!!
And I don't even want to talk about how I'm such a fucking loser in personnn I suckkkk
I hate how I overthink literally everything! Anything! I want to message someone??? I gotta think for 30 minutes on what to say!! I just send a message??? Now I got overthink of that message for another 30 minutes!!! Someone messaged me a "hi"???? It's either I reply a lot lot later or I ignore them
Like bruhhhh I just don't want to careeeeee but I can't! My brain is running 1000 miles everything I interact or socialize with people!!!
And I don't even want to talk about how I'm such a fucking loser in personnn I suckkkk
I want to study in a college which is really far away from my home but once I stayed in a hostel where I almost lost my mind due to loneliness (mind u that there were no phones, no entertainment allowed there of any sorts) but now I think I can handle it because I realized that I really cant stay with my parents anymore.......but there planning on sending me to a college which like 10 minutes away from here and which is also not as good as the college I wanna go to!
How long do you think its gonna take for people to start being problematic again cause lowkey im kinda bored so one of yall needs to start some drama soon
buttholes that have poop in them are a big turn on they are so warm and tasty to eat out i love when the poop drips out with my cum so it makes a beautiful drip its so hot!!!!!1!!!!!1!!!111!1!1!!!1!132!
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and we have a lot of fight and aggressive people its fun
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