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My mom once walked in on me while I was jacking it as a preteen and said “What Are You Doing?” I yelled “What do you think I’m doing??” and she slammed the door. Awk.

My ex’s dad apparently did not understand the concept of internet history. I was using his computer once and accidentally discovered a ton of porn history. That in and of itself is fairly banal. The problem was that it was exclusively sleep fetish porn (i.e. sleeping women being fucked by conscious men). Even this

I learned diving and flips in the pool next door (My parents were actively trying to kill me, I swear) Sadly, every time i went in my bottoms noped out of the dive so I spent my entire time diving and mooning my mother and my uncle.

Shortly after I was surprise laid off from my job, I was home alone in the house that me and my boyfriend of five years shared, busily applying for jobs. We had one shitty old printer that we shared that I’d never figured out how to print to from my laptop so I grabbed his laptop, as I often did, to print the

I was in a long distance relationship with this guy in college, and one Christmas I went to visit him and his family in his hometown. It was the first time meeting his parents. His father was a pastor in a Baptist Church. I had to check my email to get a recipe my aunt had sent me, but I guess his dad didn’t know

I opened up a desk that my mom and dad had in their bedroom and found naked pics of my mom once. I mean, today I’m like “Go mom!” but back then I was like “............MOM?!!!”

Hoo boy do I have one of these. So I’m at work a few years ago, and it’s just me and my male boss. I find searches on Craigslist for a nearby city, for MW/MW hookups (couple/couple, like swingers stuff) with a date range for that weekend. Boss’s wife was out of town, so I just figure boss is having an affair (which

Quite recently, I was house/catsitting for pair of professors in my department, a married couple with a famously gorgeous, enormous, and extremely tasteful house. They told me to sleep in their room. On the nightstand, they’d left out a bottle of lube. I was scandalized: they were using the cheapest, crappiest lube,

This actually happened to me the last time I had lunch with my mom.... I was trying to show her pictures of my renovated RV and forgot about the *ahem* “special” pictures I had sent to my boyfriend. So I decided to grasp my phone for dear life while I swiped through for her to show her the pictures I actually wanted

“I took a bath, I shaved my legs, I washed every nook and cranny. So you can fuck me anywhere, even in the fanny. Love, Annie.” - letter my mother in law wrote to my father in law, as forever burned into the memory of my then 10-year old husband who discovered it. And later mine.

My senior year of college my sister was a freshman. Sometimes she’d hang out at my place when I wasn’t there. She’s very nosey. Sometimes I’d come home to her “cleaning my room” which was just her ruse for being able to snoop without getting in trouble. I told her to stop. I knew she was just looking for dirt.

Ah. Gotcha.

He was very... descriptive.

I had a boss who was not tech-savvy. He was also gay. His office computer was almost always fucked up and loaded with gay porn pics and videos. I’d fix it and just casually say “You got a lot of media files taking up space. Sholud I clean them out?” “Uh...yeah, probably.”

You observing this made my day.

There are two kinds of people in the world...

People seriously have to stop swiping when somebody shows you a pic on their phone. You have a single view license of that particular photo unless you want to see a pic of somebody’s butthole.

I couldn’t figure out why a mustache was so upsetting... you mean porn stash! :)

I was fortunate enough not to see it. 

That is one creepy catfish story, damn...