my house-mate let me take a topless photo of her
i'm a guy and i'm in love with a bisexual guy. he is mainly attracted to men but he insists that he's bi, not gay. do i actually still have a chance with him?
are people who are bisexual just going through a phase to become fully gay? i'm worried that my bf will become fully gay and leave me for a man
I am turned on when I see tenticals or monsters. I'm 17 and a bi boy.
I am 17 and like being out side at night in my underwear kinda hoping I will be caught and used
I am a boy, 17, who likes to wear girls underwear and get mistaken for a girl.
I had a dream last night that a really beautiful lady tried to kiss me after we closed a very valuable business deal. I don't mean a peck on the cheek, I mean I could tell she wanted to make out. I immediately back away and held my ring finger up and said, "What are you doing? I'm married." Even in dreams I'm loyal to my wife.
I love when im out in public with my girl and other men check her out. she is very attractive and likes to dress in tight short clothes. idk why other men get mad when another guy checks out their girl, but I take that as a compliment. I just smile to myself and hold her closer to me
I'm a bisexual boy who's been dating my boyfriend since we were sixteen-years-old. I spent the night at his house yesterday. At dawn, with the hem of the quilt at my chin, I clinged to a dream I did not want to leave, but my boyfriend laid his hand on my shoulder and whispered me awake. He said, "Wake up, you'll miss the wolves." I wrapped the quilt around myself like a cloak and went downstairs and out the backdoor. We stared out at the forest and heard the howls. First one, then two, then many, then more. It filled me with wonder. Afterwards, I made us coffee and breakfast and we studied for our college classes. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I am still the shy sixteen-year-old sitting beside him in high-school biology, still the shy sixteen-year-old who'd blush when our eyes met, whose heart would cartwheel when our hands brushed briefly as the professor droned on and on about Charles Darwin, still the shy sixteen-year-old aching for a boy who was too divine, too beautiful, who I knew I did not deserve. But look at us now. Look at me, look at him. I love him so much, I'm afraid my heart will overflow and burst into a million pieces. Life is so wonderful and strange.
I always wonder why I act to weird. about a year ago my parents told me that when i was 2 or 3 i got diagnosed with reactive attachment disorder and it explains alot truth to be told because of that and depression I dont truly love anyone but 2 people. my brother and 1 girl we plan to marry. and because of that I am terrified I wont be able to love my kids. but I do know even if I'm not able I will love them to the best of my ability and i will never let them think i dotn love them.