I kissed my boyfriend for the first time, and immediately apologized to him.
We had been dating for almost eight months, but I had always been too shy to kiss him. He never pressured me, and whenever we got close, he would simply smile and change the subject.
That evening, we were sitting together in his car after dinner. He held my hand, looked into my eyes, and said, "Do you know how long I've wanted to kiss you?"
I couldn't answer. Instead, I leaned forward and kissed him.
It lasted only a few seconds before I pulled away.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, covering my face. "I don't know why I did that."
Embarrassed, I reached for the door handle, but before I could turn around, he grabbed my hand and gently pulled me back towards him.
Before I could say another word, he kissed me.
Then he kissed me again.
And again.
He couldn't seem to get enough of me. Every time I tried to pull away to catch my breath, he would smile, hold my face, and kiss me again.
When he finally stopped, I was completely speechless.
He rested his forehead against mine and whispered, "Please don't ever apologize for kissing someone who loves you."
I started laughing, still trying to catch my breath.
Then he reached into the glove compartment and brought out a small velvet box.
My smile disappeared.
Inside was a beautiful ring.
"I've been carrying this around for three weeks," he said. "I wanted to find the perfect moment to ask you something."
I looked at him, confused.
He took my hand again.
"Will you marry me?"
I couldn't believe it. The man I had been too shy to kiss had apparently been preparing to make me his wife.
And suddenly, I understood why he had been smiling all evening.
I paid his rent for 8 months while he “looked for a job.”
Then he moved in with another woman the week he got hired.
He told me he was depressed and broke. I believed him. I cooked, I paid the bills, I even bought him clothes for interviews.
Every time I asked about us he said “just give me time, I’m trying.”
Last Friday he finally got the job.
I was happy for him. I even offered to help him celebrate.
Saturday morning I went to his place to surprise him with breakfast.
The door opened… and a woman in his shirt answered.
He stood behind her and said, “I was going to tell you. Things just moved fast.”
I asked him how long it had been going on.
He shrugged and said “a few weeks. She’s been there for me.”
Been there for him?
While I was the one paying his rent, his data, his transport, and listening to him cry about being jobless?
I didn’t shout. I just looked at him and said, “You used me.”
He replied, “I didn’t ask you to do all that. You chose to.”
I walked out.
He didn’t call.
She posted them together two days later.
I got my roommate's girlfriend kicked out of our apartment and out of his life, and even now, four years later, I don't regret it at all.
I've never told anyone how it happened.
My roommate Jake and I had shared a two-bedroom for three years.
When he started dating Chloe, everything changed.
She moved in "temporarily" and never left, and she never paid a cent of rent.
Everyone loved her. She was the fun one at parties, the girl who organized every game night.
But when Jake wasn't around, she used my food, my shower, and my Wi-Fi like they were hers.
When I asked her to chip in, she smiled and said, "Relax, don't be so uptight."
When my car broke down and I couldn't cover my share for one month, she told Jake I was "freeloading."
That's when I noticed my packages going missing.
My five-year-old daughter had been excited about the flight for weeks. It was her first time flying, and even before takeoff, she kept pressing her face to the window.
She did great for the first hour. She watched cartoons, snacked, and asked me about every noise the plane made.
Then we ran into turbulence.
The shaking scared her. She grabbed my arm and began to cry. I held her close and tried to reassure her, but the man behind us started complaining almost immediately.
“Can you do something about that child?”
I turned around. “I'm sorry. She's just a little scared.”
“Well, she's bothering everyone. Some of us paid for our tickets so we could have a peaceful flight.”
I apologized again and turned down my daughter's tablet. The man kept muttering, letting out exaggerated sighs whenever she made even the slightest sound.
Taylor Swift once paid Nelly $50,000 in cash, stuffed inside a McDonald’s bag, for a surprise concert appearance.
And somehow, the McDonald’s bag is not even the funniest part of this story and I will tell you why.
During an appearance on The Breakfast Club…… 🧵
I've always had a thing for older women. There was something about their confidence, maturity, and the way they carried themselves that I found incredibly attractive.
But I never expected to develop feelings for my mom's best friend.
She was gorgeous, confident, and had a figure that could easily turn heads. Whenever she visited our house, I always tried to flirt with her, but she never seemed interested. She treated me like a little boy and never took my advances seriously.
Until one afternoon, everything changed.
She came over while I was just stepping out of the shower. We unexpectedly crossed paths, and I noticed her freeze for a moment before quickly looking away.
I got dressed and came downstairs.
Her: "So, when are you coming to visit me?"
Me: "I could come over, but only if you're going to be alone."
She smiled.
Her: "Don't worry. Nobody will be home."
Me: "Then I'll see you later."
That evening, I showed up at her house, and something about the way she welcomed me told me this wasn't going to be an ordinary visit.
Then we started talking until she made her move and kissed me, I moved closer and kissed her too then I gave her the best fuck of her life.
After spending the evening together, she smiled and asked:
Her: "So, when am I seeing you again?"
I couldn't hide my excitement. I'd spent so long trying to get her attention, and now she was the one asking to see me again.
Before I left, she looked me in the eyes and said:
"One condition. Nobody must ever know about us. This stays our little secret."
And just like that, my mom's best friend became the woman I couldn't stop thinking about.
I fvcked my coworker in the stairwell during our lunch break and she still walks past my desk like nothing happened.
We’ve been eye-fucking each other for months. Last Wednesday the office was quiet. She texted me to meet her on the 7th floor stairwell. I got there first. She walked in two minutes later, locked the door behind her, and dropped to her knees without a word. Pulled my cock out and took it straight to the back of her throat, gagging quietly so no one on the other floors would hear.
It was my birthday, and the house felt unusually quiet when I got home from work. The lights were dimmed, a soft trail of scented candles led from the front door toward the bedroom, and the faint smell of her favorite perfume hung in the air. I called her name, half-expecting the usual cake-and-dinner routine. Instead, she stepped out of the hallway wearing one of my old shirts and nothing else, a small gift bag dangling from her fingers and a mischievous smile on her face.
“Happy birthday, baby,” she said, walking straight into my arms. She kissed me slowly, deeply, the kind of kiss that already promised more. When she finally pulled back, she pressed the little bag into my hand.
“Open it.”
Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a brand-new pack of condoms. Not the cheap ones. The good ones—the kind she knew I liked, the ones that felt almost like nothing. I looked up at her, confused and already half-hard just from the sight of them and the way she was looking at me.
She laughed softly and took the pack from my hands, turning it over between her fingers. “I know it’s not the usual gift,” she said, her voice low and warm. “But I wanted you to have these tonight. And I wanted to tell you something while I give them to you.”
She stepped closer until her body was flush against mine, the pack of condoms trapped between us. Her free hand slid up my chest and rested over my heart.
“You’re the best man I’ve ever met,” she whispered. “Not just because you’re kind, or because you take care of me, or because you make me laugh until my stomach hurts. It’s because of this.” She pressed her hips against mine, rolling them once, deliberately. “Because every single time we’re together, you make sure I come first. You never rush. You never treat my body like it’s just there for you. You listen to the way I breathe, you watch my face, you keep going until my legs shake and I can’t even form words. You satisfy me so completely that I still feel you hours later.”