Im talking about when it comes to orgasming. By laying down in bed and pushing your hips can create an amazing sensation to your rod especially if your bed is soft and fluffy. Not humping your bed with speed but slowly and pressuring.
Your penis can reach the maximum tightness that your hand cant ever reach. Therefore when youre having an orgasm, you will exprerience an explosive amount of pleasure before you once again, succumb to an existential crisis after everytime you wank and said "why the fuck am i watching this filth". So better make the most of it.
I regret nothing. I live dangerously.
I figured this was an unpopular opinion from the amount of people i've talked to irl so I wanted to see if I was right. I've always been vehemently against eating in bed. Bed, to me, is a retreat, a sanctuary almost, and I don't want to roll over in the middle of the night, recovering from the events of the day, and see some crumbs from something I ate. It's just nasty.
Why can't we use the phone when our character is in bed? Bed is the number one place people use their phones
This is perhaps the weirdest thing I feel comfort in and I thought this was the right place to post it. Feels nice against my skin and don’t know why Also don’t mind sand in my shoes
Edit: I’m sorry Anakin
In my defense it was doggy style so it's more like 14 minutes.
It's honestly the most exciting thrill that I often daydream about and look forward to. I wake up pretty thirsty and bloated though, lol.
UPDATE: I'm going to pull this off again sometime in the next couple days. I'll try to document it with some pictures of all the glory!!!!
I ordered a large pizza tonight instead of a medium because of a coupon, but I went with the thin crust. I like regular crust wayyy better!!! After I polished off the 8 hot wings, I had to tap out after 4.5 pizzas..I was just too full. Anyways, thanks for all the love :)
Probably won't be doing many more of these, but, glad some of you enjoyed partaking in my secret plate night indulgences.
Love yourself. Choose to be happy. Even if it means not sharing with your wife :)
And those that don’t are they allowed on the furniture in general?
When I was maybe six or seven years old I couldn't sleep, so I came down to the living room to hang with my mum for a bit. I walked up to the back of the sofa where they were sitting and, before they realised I was there, I'd seen a big metal (gold?) disc with geometric decoration being dragged across a sandy floor (desert?). The camera tracks slowly across this ornate disc, and eventually reveals that it has some kind of chain attached to it, then shackles, and then.... a pair of dismembered hands painting a trail of blood onto the sandy floor. Or was it a guy with no hands being dragged along the ground? I think the credits rolled.
I remember surprising my mum (who still hadn't realised I was standing there) with a question, and her response was something like "Not all films have a happy ending. This kind of thing happens."
And then I went back upstairs to bed. To try and sleep.
TOMTers! I'm ready now for a film without a happy ending. Can you help?
EDIT: Thanks for the responses so far - certainly a lot to look up. If it helps at all, my mum was generally into independent movies and world cinema at the time. Also, I think the reason for the hands being cut off was that the owner of the hands had shackled himself to the disc to make sure nobody else could take it from him, and he’d been carrying it across the desert. But I could be totally wrong.
I love reading and have started back reading in bed again. I used to read more in bed, but then started watching more tv and have now gone back to reading in bed. I really like reading epic fantasy novels and series and am going to start back reading those. I was on a nonfiction kick for a while. I'll read them all the time, in bed and not in bed. Do you guys know of anything or would recommend anything to hold a weighty book like that in bed? At some point soon, I'm going to start the LOTR series and have the 50th anniversary one volume paperback. Sometimes I'll fall asleep while reading in bed if I'm reading too late at night. I'd like to get something to hold the book so I don't fall asleep and drop it on myself. Don't want any: died while doing what he loved, reading, epitaphs. Do you guys have any recommendations? I live in the US and am actually going to be going to both a Barnes & Noble and a used bookstore this weekend. They might have something and wanted some ideas. Thanks in advance.
When he eventually came back home, he saw the letter on the table and read it. After a few moments of silence, he picked up the pen and added something to the letter. Then he started to get changed, whistling happy tunes and singing and dancing while he did so. He grabbed his phone and dialed a number.
His wife listened from under the bed as he started chatting to someone. "Hey babe, I'm just changing clothes and then I will join you" he said. "As for the other fool, it finally dawned on her that I was fooling around on her and she left. I was really wrong to have married her; I wish you and me had met earlier. See you soon, honey!" Then he hung up and walked out of the room.
Heartbroken she climbed out from under the bed and stumbled over to read what her unfaithful husband had written on the end of her letter. Through teary eyes, she read: "I could see your feet you idiot, I am going out to buy bread".
This is a reoccurring issue. We’re both 23, been together 4 years, and just moved in together 2 months ago.
He recently went for a late night run for a few miles. He got back all sweaty, simply changed clothes, and tried to get into bed with me. I told him he’s absolutely not sleeping in this bed unless he takes a shower. He was clearly not happy about it but ended up taking a shower.
As another example, he went to a BBQ and smelled really strong like smoke and meat when he got home. The smell was on his skin and hair. I told him he smelled really strong like BBQ that night and I didn’t want to sleep with that smell on our pillows/sheets, but he didn’t shower. The next day, he took a shower but chose not to wash his hair, and the smell was still very present. I said something along the lines of “why would you not wash your hair when it smells so strong like BBQ?” He didn’t really have an answer.
Since then, there have been several times when he works out and proceeds to not shower that day. I try to gently advise him to shower by saying stuff like “did you shower yet?” “Are you planning on showering since you worked out?”
He said I was being mean and too aggressive. I apologized and said I’ll stop. But the truth is, he stinks after he works out just like anybody else. We also live in a hot climate where it has regularly been in the 90s, which amplifies the situation. Since he said I was mean, I’ve toned it down and mostly just been dealing with the smell in an attempt to not hurt his feelings/embarrass him.
Am I being a clean freak and need to chill out or is he being unhygienic?
AITA for regularly reminding him that he stinks and needs to take a shower? What’s a better way to address this?
Edit: to people who are asking how I didn’t notice this for 4 years, we met in college and lived in a cold area and he never exercised. So he never got really sweaty and never smelled bad. Now we live in a hot area and he’s started working out consistently for the first time since we’ve been together. Our apartment also has no A/C, so he’s often sweaty even when he doesn’t work out. But my main complaint is him not showering for the whole day after doing intense exercise and getting very sweaty.
Edit 2: I have a happy ending for y’all. I brought it up again. At first he got defensive and said I was being mean again and refused to discuss it further, but after 10 minutes of silence he said he’ll start showering more :) hopefully he actually does it
EDIT::: Alright WOAH, there is...a lot to unpack after reading all your comments. First and foremost- thank you for confirming that putting my foot down in this situation does not make me crazy or stubborn or dramatic. It makes me a human with boundaries that help define my value in my relationship.
Secondly- no we're not breaking up over this. Thanks in part to the overwhelming response on this post, we sat down and were able to really spell out the underlying issues with his request & talk about the bigger picture. (Although in the future I will not be resorting to crowdsourcing our disagreements, which admittedly was not the most mature way to handle any emotionally charged situation in a relationship.)
Lastly- for my partners sake, this post was not about his laptop in bed, I fully accept this as a tool to help his anxiety-based insomnia. We both know the science behind blue light and technology before bed and the proven effects this has on sleep, but it is literally the only thing that can get him to sleep before 5am... believe me, over the years we have tried everything short of an induced coma.
We now agree our course of action will be a continued 50/50 split and eventually a larger bed. (Also wow with all the "dump his a**" responses! Telling my partner he is 'the AH' doesn't have to include making him feel like 'an AH'.)
My partner (28M) and I (28F) have been together for 6 years, live together and share a queen sized bed.
My partner likes to watch TV on his laptop while he falls asleep. This used to bother me / keep me awake, but I bought him a pair of airpods a few years ago and have become accustomed to it enough where the laptop rarely bothers me anymore.
He recently started elbowing me out of the way to make more room for his arms to stick out when he places the laptop on his chest/stomach while he watches. Even if I am already asleep he will wake me up to elbow me out of the way.
It got to the point recently where I told him if I am on my half of the bed, I do not want him pushing me out of the way. He argued that since I am petite, I can just use less than half the bed and give him the rest, as a permanent agreement. He told me to make "the sacrifice for our relationship".
Background: I have dealt with feelings of inferiority with my partner in the past which ended with us going to counseling to save our relationship.
This current bed-splitting argument puts me in an uncomfortable position. I have made it crystal clear tha... keep reading on reddit ➡
college application season has me SO stressed out and like i dont even know??? what is life??? will i get into college??? why did my sister and mom have to eat all of my thai food??? how do i exist??? asfdjfjkladslj
I am 25 years old now and I still remember this event pretty distinctly.
At the time of when this event occurred I was living in Aurora Ohio near Cleveland. I had one younger brother who was not present for whatever reason. The time of which this event occurred was probably either after school or during the middle of the day on a weekend (I don't remember). I do however remember that it was in broad daylight.
My brother and I shared a room with a bunk bed in which the bottom bunk was perpendicular to the top bunk allowing for sort of a cubby of space underneath the top bunk. There was a small area of space id say probably about 1 foot in width between the back of the lower bed and the wall it was near.
My friend from class and i were sitting at the foot of the lower bed at the opposite end away from the underneath portion of the bunk bed near the wall. We were playing with pokemon cards. This was in like 2001 or 2002 so pokemon was all the rage at this point for young kids, this was around the time period that game boy advance were released. Everything was normal and we were having a conversation as we were messing around with the cards.
Then all of the sudden something at the back of the bed caught the corner of my eye, naturally turned to look and see what it was. As i looked to my left, the seemingly normal conversation I was having with my friend abruptly and ominously came to a halt and both of us stared in bewilderment in complete silence for I'd say a good 3 seconds. (It was very quick) When i turned I saw a green hand which had come up from the back space behind the bed and was feeling the pillow and the bed in the area where my brother would put his head to sleep.
Like i said the whole thing lasted id say about maybe 3 seconds and then the hand vanished. I don't remember if it went back behind the bed or if it just dissipated, it happened very quickly. As soon as the hand dissapeared, i broke the ominous silence and asked my friend sitting next to me "Did you see that"? He replied "the hand?" confirming that we both saw the same phenomenon.
I ran across the house and told my mother what we had just saw, and she quickly brushed it off and told me it was nothing. I went back to the same room and continued playing with my friend. I wouldn't say that my friend and I were particularly scared by the event, though it was definitely very strange. I never told my little brother about it, who slept in the lower bunk bed.
To this day i remember... keep reading on reddit ➡
It’s been a few months so you guys probably won’t care or even remember, but I still wanted to do an update in case anyone does. :)
Basically almost everyone under this post told me my bf’s behavior was unnaceptable. I was a bit in denial even after that, so I stayed with him another month and a half. But one night (this is going to be tmi) it got particularly bad, to the point I had a really bad anal fissure/heavy bleeding and I had to get treated for it, which was not fun. I do believe that night I was raped, because I told him multiple times to pull out and he didn’t. He kind of apologized after, but I didn’t care and I broke up with him two days later.
I’m not in any hurry to get another bf, and even less to engage in any kind of sexual activity, for a while. I’m also in therapy.
I want to thank you for all the comments, I went to reread them multiple times to assure myself I was making the best decision when I was breaking up with him. Have a good night :)
I just dropped my phone on my face and hurt my lip lol
I guess this was the intended way to fight the boss, and after a decade someone finally figured it out. Maybe I’m just dumb and this is well known. Idk.
Edit: I was heavily mistaken, and I apologize!
My roommate and I (both 20f) don’t know each other that well. We have mutual friends who both knew we needed roommates at the beginning of the year, so set us up. We’re not in the apartment at the same time very often, so I wouldn’t say we’re friends, but we don’t dislike each other.
At the beginning of last week, my roommate told me she was going to go back to her hometown (about 2 hours away) because her dad was sick and she wanted to be with her family. I said okay, see you when you’re back, the usual. That night, I invited my boyfriend over and we ended up getting a bit drunk, which resulted in him puking red wine all over my bed. It was like 3am at this point, and I was tipsy, so I dragged him over to my roommates bed and we both fell asleep.
The next morning my boyfriend went home, but I was hungover and didn’t want to wash my sheets yet, so I just stayed in my roommates bed. I ended up sleeping and staying in my roommates bed for the rest of the week.
She came back to the apartment on Monday whilst I was out shopping, and I came back to her questioning as to why there was a phone charger on her bed. I told her that I’d been sleeping in her bed because of the red wine puke, expecting her to just find it amusing, but she was absolutely disgusted and called me a slob because I didn’t wash my sheets. She then demanded I change her sheets because my boyfriend and I had both slept in them and I refused saying they were hers so she should clean them. She’s now saying that I crossed a line and that she’s going to start looking for a new roommate. AITA?
There are obviously people that are shit and/or selfish in bed. My post doesn’t apply to those people. You should know that when you’re sleeping with a new person, you have to get to know their body and what they like. Not everyone likes the same things during sex. If you don’t properly communicate with your partner about what you like and/or you’re faking it, how are they going to know how to please you?
I want to be productive but my energy levels won’t let me. How to combat this?
I feel like I just need some outside perspective, because my girlfriend is convinced I'm overreacting and I feel like I'm justified in being angry
So me and my girlfriend have been dating for 2.5 years now. Last fall, she went to a different country for her grad school, so we've been continuing long distance ever since. I was supposed to join her this fall, but with the pandemic happening, I won't be able to do it till spring.
Anyway, ever since she moved there, she made a group of friends and there's this one guy in that group. She's told me often how she likes him as a friend, he's good looking, is caring, etc etc. Which was fine, even I sometimes mention how this xyz girl looks hot or cute.. it's not a big deal and we've always had that kind of relationship. But the complicated part is, this guy is desperately trying to get her to date him. He keeps asking her out, told her he wants to cuddle her when he was drunk, has asked to kiss multiple times, and has even tried to sabotage my relationship with my girlfriend by telling her things like "he's gonna leave you anyway, might as well date me".
So needless to say, I hate this guy. And I've mentioned it to her a lot of times. However, I've never asked her to stop talking to him or anything because (1) I trust her (2) It's not my place to tell her who she can or cannot talk to and (3) I know how complicated things get when you don't talk to one person in the group. Ruins friendships.
Plus she always turned down his advances anyway. So it never bothered me.
Yesterday while talking about an old party she went to, she slipped up. When I kept drilling her, she finally told me that she shared a bed with him and never told me about it. I was really upset. She kept saying it was because she knew it would hurt me, they kept a pillow between them, there was no other option but to sleep in the same bed, and that I've also slept with female friends. It's true, I've shared bed with female friends before, but none of them were making advances towards me. I would be deeply uncomfortable sharing a bed with some girl who I know is interested in me, while in in a relationship.
I understand her perspective. She knows that I hate him so her assuming I would be angry is logical. But I've always told her to never lie to me no matter what. Honestly, if she would have told me that day itself, I would have believed all her reasons (no space, putting pillows between them). But since she's telling me now, it just sounds l... keep reading on reddit ➡
i said most in the title but ive never had anyone die and hes my best friend and always sleeps in my room and makes me feel ok and when im having anxiety attack or panic attack hes there and always helps and what do i do when hes not here for me
I (37 F) have been with my husband (36M) since high school. We’re coming up on our 20 year anniversary of when we became a couple, and married for almost 15 years. JNMIL has been hateful towards me from the beginning (regifted my Christmas gift to my math teacher) through the wedding (pretended to take us shopping for decorations and walked away from paying the bill so I had to pay although she put herself in charge of them) and our lives beyond (leaving me out of family photos, whispering threats in my ear when she “hugs” me and taking ugly pictures of me eating cake when I am not looking). I have been patiently waiting for her to come around because I am not going away, and I tried to build a relationship with her, but it’s completely useless. My husband almost died due to poor life choices and I called them to support him. She pushed me out of the hospital to “get rest” and I could not talk to the doctors. She knew what she was doing but my husband just defended her. Then she pretended not to remember anything the doctor said. She was such a bully and I learned to never trust her because she will bulldoze everyone to get her way. She treats my husband and his brother like they are her second and third husbands. His brother is completely in her thrall and hasn’t left home (30s M) and likely never will. He has to “protect” mom. Like that battleax needs protection.
Then we decided to start our family. JNMIL was starting to get calmer and her nastiness died down. When they found out, a switch flipped. She started coming around love bombing me and trying to bully her way into my home to decorate the baby’s room and I was already wise to her ways. I nicely told her to enjoy her plans for the rest of the day and escorted her out the door.
JNMIL regrouped and invited us to lunch at her house. Then pried to know our hospital plans, and when I said husband and I were discussing things proceeded to inform us her plans on how all her family was going to visit my baby. Yeah, no. I told her that we will let her know when we had concrete plans. I let my husband manage his mother from there.
I let her do a baby shower for her family because I am not close to any of them and since husband is passive to his mom, I figured that it would be best to let that ride. The party was hers and she spent the entire time bullying me to eat and me to serve the cake and me to open the presents with no help. Then took tons of pictures of her son while I struggled to pick up prese... keep reading on reddit ➡
Me and my GF of 2 years moved in together in March, after my dorm closed and I had nowhere else to go. We are an interracial couple, I am black, and she is white and Japanese. Since we moved in together and have been stuck in quarantine we’ve been having more sex. She has been wanting try out new things. Usually we talk about those things before they happen so no one is caught too off guard.
Last week she and I were having some intimate time and she out of nowhere said, “Harder ‘N Word’”. I for obvious reasons have some issues with being called that word, but I tried to not let it show. After I didn’t respond, she called me it again, and again I ignored it, one last time she called me it and at that point I was so uncomfortable I went soft and had to stop.
She asked what was wrong and I told her I wasn’t sure about her calling me that word, and she apologized. I thought that would be the end of the issue but now whenever we have sex, I can’t help but remember that and get rendered unable to perform. Because of this my GF now blames herself for saying something inappropriate in the heat of passion and thinks I’m losing my attraction to her, despite me trying to reassure her that she is not the issue. I really don’t know how to navigate or fix this issue
It's grey overcast and 16° out, it's wonderful!
She recently bought this new place and just moved in her bed last weekend. I still live with my parents, but I was planning to start staying with her more often. However I couldn't stay the night that weekend because I worked two 12 hour shifts and I wouldnt have the time or energy to move my stuff and stay with her that weekend. So I decided to just stay with my parents for the weekend, mostly due to being close to work, and I would just wait see her on Monday. Well my gf was not happy because she would end up staying the first night in her new house by herself and she had never really lived on her own before.
So flash forward to just this past weekend after I had basically been staying with her since Monday. I've been doing my best to help with the house chores, but things aren't considered clean unless she cleans. Shes just that kind of person. So late afternoon on Sunday she went to take a shower and for whatever reason Im not entirely sure I decided to go through her phone. I had never done this before in our 2 years together, but for some reason my gut told me to look. I ended finding a long text string between her and her ex of them talking and her asking him to stay the night. I was really taken back by this and I couldnt bring myself to keep reading. She kept this hidden from me and did this while she was upset with me.
Being the person that I am I confronted her about it. She said that she was really sorry and felt stupid for doing something like this. She claims nothing happened between them and that it wont happen again, but I dont feel like I can trust her word anymore and she wouldnt let me see the rest of the messages. From what I saw in her texts it seemed like this could've happened again if I didnt find out.
Im staying with my parents now and I honestly cant sleep. I can't trust the person I had come to love the most in the entire world. My gut is telling me to break it off, but I dont want to because I love her. Idk what I should do and Im in complete shock over this whole situation. I could really use some advice because I dont think I've ever hurt this bad in my life and I've never had this happen before.
Edit: Well the last 24 hours were pretty awful. Im just fortunate to have friends that let me break down in front of them and supported me while I made my decision to break things off with her. I drove over to her place when she got off work and packed up the last of my things before I told her we are done. She cried her eyes out... keep reading on reddit ➡
Title says itself. Making your bed is stupid. People claims it helps give a sense of accomplishment to start the day. Bullshit all it does it piss me off to no end. I want to sit on my bed I have to make it again. What’s the point of making my bed if nobody comes into my room and it’s just going to be messed up multiple times through the day. It serves no purpose to anyone and is a dumb idea.
Obviously, I'm going to be talking about poop. I apologize in advance for the bluntness 😅
I had been SUPER constipated, and I ended up taking what, looking back I realize was way too many laxatives.
By bed nothing had happened, I figured it would be moving by morning. Oh, how right I was, but I really wish I hadn't been....
About 3am I'm woken from a drug induced (ambien) sleep because my stomach is rumbling so much. I make it into the bathroom with seconds to spare, but alas, only a few rabbit turds came out.
I could FEEL a ginormous "plug" of shit inside me. I tried pushing it out to no avail. After about 20 minutes of worthless pushing, I decided to try to get back to sleep and deal with it in the morning.
I had been lying back down (on my side) for about 5 minutes. I felt like I had to fart. Not thinking twice about it since nothing had come out, I allowed myself to fart.
No fart, but a softball sized shit slipped out into my panties. I quietly got up, snuck downstairs, and threw them away directly in the trash cans outside. I was mortified and never told him to this day 🤣🤣🤣
No, there was nothing on the bed, or sheets. It was all contained in my underwear 🤷🏼♀️ Yes, I got a shower after disposing of giganta-turd.
I am 120% CERTAIN that my husband would find it one of the most hysterical things he's ever heard. I still don't want to out myself like that 😅
Hope you enjoyed the laugh!! 😁
**Edited to add - I'm honored by the badges. No idea what they mean or what they're used for, but still makes me feel special!! 😁 Thanks! 😊
Sip on that.
Edit: well this blew up. This is the account I made 2 years before I got out of that house. I've detailed pretty much everything that's gone on and haven't deleted much. I swear if I had listened to my mother and stayed away from online support groups like /r/raisedbynarcissists, I'd probably still be in that house. I thought I'd die in that house. Nothing on this earth could be worse than that house. Not homelessness, not poverty, not disability, not isolation. It was really rough for a while, but even at my lowest points the abuse was worse. Anyway.
I rolled you over one night when I walked in and found you were face down, half hanging off the bed.
I'll always remember the look on your face.
Your pineyed smile.
I'm sure you don't remember that, but I always will
It felt like I always was forced to watch you get fucked up.
I'd watch you drink, we'd smoke together, hell the only reason you had enough pills to get a nod even once with your insane tolerance was because you were using me, your disabled son, to get pills.
On top of your scripts you got the entire time you lied to me and told me you weren't getting "what you needed". While you had your eldest son bringing home a suitcase filled with NSAID/caffeine cut opioids from his study abroad trip to Ireland. While you had your "apocalypse stash" of decades worth of your stashed scripts.
You know what's funny, by the time I was removed from the house by police, that box didn't have a lot of bottles with your name on them, but for some reason it had a lot with mine.
While you were keeping a dying cancerous dog alive, watching her wake up crying and not give her the tramadol because "she hates the taste". I genuinely am not sure if she kept that dog alive crying and screaming as a calculated way of getting the liquid tramadol, but she sure got 2+ bottles of it just fine.
I don't know how the rest of my family is still under her spell.
I have recordings where she admits to everything and sounds like an abusive maniac, but I guess gaslighting really can be that powerful. I didn't tell the cop to search the house even though I knew you had prescriptions for morphine and fentsnyl in my name in your bathroom and a fuck load of weed.
Bitch, I watched you in one day eat an entire bottle of 30mg Morphine left behind by your own dead mother and still be in withdrawal.
I watched as a low dose of Kratom immediately sent you into wit... keep reading on reddit ➡