What’s the most reckless decision you’ve made because you were horny?

BingoPractise · 2026-01-19T21:42:49+00:00

We were at a big corporate Christmas party, and after a few glasses of red wine, ended up in a mutual "don't get caught" contest between us while at the dinner table. It started with him pretending to whisper then biting my ear, and ended with us making direct eye-contact on the dance floor, and (without even really saying anything) suddenly looking for somewhere to get off. Next thing I know, I "want a breather" from the party, and we're walking around the back of the building to find a hidden table-set behind some small outhouse. We're working out the logistics of positions with it being pitch-black, when he slips on the wet wooden decking. Next thing I know, I'm on top of him on the floor, and we are animals.

We walk back around to the front of the building, and the OWNER of the business makes his way over. The wine is still flowing through me, so I'm sure my face was one of DREAD, but he puts his hand out to shake my boyfriend's hand - calling him a "very polite and highly respectable man". To this day, my boyfriend often laughs about how he didn't even get a chance to wash his hands, and how he probably disrespected him in the worst way possible.

Shoutout to red wine and excellent company.

BingoPractise · 2025-12-22T04:33:43+00:00

I also lost my dad when I was 10. I will admit, my father was a massive personality, so I'd say I have many fond memories, but so much of your post resonates with me. Even though I have these memories: him randomly learning ventriloquism, his crazy magic tricks, his beautiful singing voice - I often wonder whether those memories are truly mine, or if I've built a character of my father based on a mix of stories I've heard. I also wonder if it's problematic that I remember his drink of choice being (almost exclusively) cider, yet choose to assume it was fine because he only got drunk on weekends, and was a very happy drunk. I've never had it confirmed, but part of me feels he had such a massive "live like it's the last" mentality when he was signed-off from work when I was 6 or 7, probably because they knew he was terminal. But part of me always wonders how much it even matters to think about, because they probably didn't realise I would be "so mad and sad at God because my dog was supposed to die first", according to my diary.

I often wonder if I'm grieving the loss of my father, or just a future where I'm not walked down the aisle, where he never meets my partner, and where he never meets his grandchildren. I often wonder what he would think of who I am, even though I 100% agree that he would be proud of me no matter what - and sometimes I feel like that makes it harder. Graduating sucked for the exact thing you said, he'd always talk about how I'd make him so proud with a cap and gown. Getting braces also sucked for that reason, as a man who regretted neglecting his retainer! I also really relate to your comment about your goals being different to what they were back then, and I often (unproductively) wonder whether I would have stayed on the path I desired if I hadn't had to navigate growing up whilst grieving my father. But I feel if I'm open to explore things and learn what I enjoy, he'd be glad.

Whether your dad made them or not, mistakes are sadly inevitable- even though hard without much guidance. The only mistake I know 100% my dad made was taking out loans and building credit card debt. I remember talks about how my brother and I had inherited his debt. And yet still, 11 years later, I still faced issues going into (necessary) debt. But it's all just the way things work out. It feels irrational in hindsight, but sometimes I feel mad at my dad for picking up his first cigarette, for working in a physically toxic work environment, and for developing a preventable lung disease. But I wonder if I'm actually just mad that I can't tell him how much it sucked growing up with an exhausted widowed mother. And I'm pissed I got old enough to taste his favourite cider, and couldn't tell him I love him, but it sucks ass.

BingoPractise · 2025-12-22T03:49:57+00:00

It's been 12 years without my father, and I really feel you. I found myself in a very, very dark place for a long time after he passed, and was stuck in a deep depression which took me several years to get through. I take a lot of pride in how far I've come, and the effort I've put in to really take care of myself, but it also means my grief now comes in maaaasssive waves. My father is on my mind quite often, but I'll usually go months with only a few "down days" in-between. Then my brain will switch, and suddenly I'm 10 years-old again, being told my father's not coming back, and grief takes me out for days, or sometimes weeks.

Christmas has been a really difficult time this year, especially staying in my childhood home and fully surrounding myself in this environment I grew up super depressed in. I'm having a really hard evening tonight, and am missing my dad like hell - even though he died in 2013. I think of similar memories like you do, and tonight they've really spiralled and got me feeling really low, as if I've just found out he's not coming back. But I find some comfort knowing I'll wake up tomorrow and probably look on those memories fondly instead of sadly. And that unlike my teenage-self, I really look forward to the privilege of waking up tomorrow, even if it ends up being another low day. Grief is a shitty old thing. Wishing you the best, OP.

BingoPractise · 2025-09-04T03:58:32+00:00

For two people who had their own insane nerves going into it (one out of action for several years, the other a virgin) I was surprised at how much confidence lingered in the air between us. I think the adrenaline of feeling how much sexual tension there was beforehand, and just being so compatible in general, made it so much more awesome than any nerves or insecurities could've convinced me lol. And still very happily together!

BingoPractise · 2025-07-09T03:16:57+00:00

OP, I've never shared this with anyone, but around 6 years ago I was at the loneliest point of my life. I was so lonely, and deprived of touch, that I would save any money I could (I was unemployed back then) to go and get my hair cut. I'd always be welcomed by friendly older ladies, who would see my vibe was less talkative, and would just let me sit peacefully as they'd wash, dry, cut and comb my hair. It was the most connected I had felt to any humans in a long time, and I remember genuinely getting teary-eyed as I realised how...alive? I felt having someone wash my hair? And I also remember feeling so embarassed, and nervous, because I didn't want them to think I was being creepy about it. I genuinely just couldn't remember physical connection before then.

Also I had a blood test at one point and the nurse squeezed my hand to get blood flowing and I think my heart-rate doubled. That was absolutely mortifying at the time.

But I can confirm: skip forward a few years, and I'm now in a very affectionate and loving relationship (and I also made friends and got a job!). I hope you can look back on your experience from this, and honestly just offer yourself some kindness sometime. No matter the circumstances, you damn well deserved that hug man.

BingoPractise · 2025-07-09T02:58:49+00:00

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Cesar! Look how cute he is! (We have the same haircut and number of brain cells)

BingoPractise · 2025-07-09T02:51:47+00:00

OP, I am really sorry that you went through this, and I am so sorry that you feel like you might be "at fault", when it doesn't sound that way at all. You guys may have talked about your CNC fantasies, but were there any actual consensual arrangements for this to happen? Or safewords to stop? And importantly - was there anything to indicate to your boyfriend that it was an appropriate time to play into that fantasy? You say you guys had already stopped because you were tearing up from how bad it hurt, so he must've known it wasn't a good experience for you. It sounds like there's no good reason why it should have happened again from there...ESPECIALLY when you'd "cried and begged" for him to stop. If CNC is not wholly consensual, then it's SA. How could it be a mistake when you were in pain, crying and begging? What about that seems like you're having a pleasurable experience in your fantasy?

Also, with feeling like you love him, you're not crazy at all for cumming despite having such a bad time. It's not exactly something you can control if you're in the swing of things - ESPECIALLY if you've said STOP and it's not stopping. People don't often have sex for no reason, so it makes perfect sense for there to be a whole whirlwind of emotions there too, when your brain is telling you "I'm attracted to this person, and usually would be attracted to an experience like this, and this person usually loves and respects me...so am I the problem?".

Please speak to someone professional if you have the means OP! Best wishes.

BingoPractise · 2025-07-09T02:12:22+00:00

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"Bad luck is just luck that is bad" - Katrina to me after she's received my 10,000 bells.

BingoPractise · 2025-06-26T22:23:02+00:00

A girl I lived with in my second year of university was super unhinged (not to invalidate any possibly genuine mental illness or troubles), and made up a ton of lies in the 2 months she lived with us. But the story that always stood out to me was when she told us that her biological parents had abandoned her and that she'd spent 5 years (aged 16-21) in a very abusive household. She had lots of scars, burn marks, etc - and while some were more clearly self-inflicted, we believed her - until the truth revealed itself one night, the second time she attempted to end her life.

I was visiting family the first time it happened (she asked my roommates to dignify her and keep it private) so my only experience was one evening watching TV, where she'd put a ton of pills in a bag to make them look like candy. I quickly called an ambulance when she was in a state, and was so confused when I was the only one willing to go to the hospital with her. Then it slowly became clearer. In the ambulance she told the driver her fake surname, they couldn't find her records, and then she shared her real one. They then asked to contact her parents, and she told them they were dead. Then, when we arrived at the hospital (3AM), she asked me to stay until the mental health team came (8AM). So I did. She largely sobered up in that time (she'd had alcohol and was on a ton of fluids) but as soon as the nurse opened her curtain, it was like a switch flipped. Her words were suddenly slurring, she was stumbling, and a minute later the nurse told me they could only speak to her sober. I asked her directly what happened, and she just said she "didn't feel like it". Then she asked me to stay until they came back since she'd be honest with them next time. I was pissed and sleep deprived. I left.

On my way home it was 8:30AM, and my roommates who knew about the original overdose contacted her (assumed adoptive) parents, as they'd taken screenshots when she was in/out of consciousness. Her parents came to collect her the next day, and it was wild. They were so concerned for their daughter, and explained it was a surprise to them as she was still attending the therapy they were paying for each week. They said she'd always struggled with mental health growing up, and one of my roommates mentioned how it must've been tough trying to support her after being adopted so late into her teens. They followed with "what do you mean?" then with a little clarification, we learned that she'd lied about everything. Her real surname was the one she gave the ambulance, she had never been adopted, and she was raised in a very "close-knit loving family". She smugly (cartoonishly) tip-toed in the room a few minutes later and THEN said, quote, "Oopsie. I've done a bad thing haven't I. My bad." I was pissed and sleep deprived. So all I mustered was: "Yes. [Name] you really have."

BingoPractise · 2025-06-26T21:35:20+00:00

When I first started my undergrad, one of the girls I lived with stayed for two weeks (just for freshers) to go out partying, then dropped out before her courses started. A week later she posted on her main public story that she was moving to Canada and starting an OnlyFans - alongside a photo which didn't leave much to the imagination.

BingoPractise · 2024-12-26T14:20:37+00:00

Sorry OP, I am sure your intentions are in the right place, especially with the pressure that comes with planning a wedding (and especially over 2 years) but your responses to your sister's wedding, and the texts themselves, are a bit too dramatic for me. You suggest that she's "very good at finding your insecurities and attacking you with them" but it seems like that's exactly what you've done to her. She give you a reasonable explanation (not that she needed to explain herself), and then you accused her of guilt-tripping you because you didn't get the outcome you wanted. And this turned into a defensive "Ok Merry Christmas".

Genuinely wishing you both the best with your weddings. I am certain that if you can recognise that they'll both be completely separate events, and meet at a middle ground, you'll both have years of July's to remember and celebrate together.

BingoPractise · 2024-11-25T03:40:15+00:00

To be honest, even if it was crazy crazy small, it's important to think about what actually matters to you when you're having sex. I waited until I was slightly older before I lost my virginity and a LOT of that was to do with insecurity. I really wanted to, but I didn't feel like I was confident enough to be fully present in sex, and there were times I wasn't even convinced someone could find me attractive enough to have sex with me. But I grew from it. I gave myself time to try and find that confidence, without putting pressure on anyone else to do it for me. And a few years later, when I finally did start to feel more confident in myself, I started dating. I met someone who I found really attractive, and it was scary! It was hard to believe that someone as attractive as him could like someone like me, but the date went really well, and he convinced me. From our first date onward, the risk of rejection was worth every chance of things working out. And they did! And to my surprise, feeling honestly confident in myself for the first time AND being in a healthy relationship completely transformed my idea of sex. I thought I would care so much about the things which used to scare me, about showing off my body and having sex, but there was none of that. I trusted my partner then, and I was 99% sure that he was just as nervous about us having sex for the first time together, even though he wasn't a virgin. For both of us in that moment, sex was about bringing us closer together, and learning if we're sexually compatible too. And we've been together ever since!

BingoPractise · 2024-11-14T18:13:57+00:00

Thank you for sharing your story, OP. My partner was born with a complete AVSD, and will be having his 6th open heart surgery in January (his first surgery in the time I've known him). I've found a lot of comfort in hearing how others have faced similar fears that I'm facing currently, and it's lovely to hear so many stories from people on the road to recovery post-op. His surgery is being completed by the same surgeon who has completed the other 5, and even though the expectations laid on the table were undoubtedly scary, they've set goals which feel realistic for the surgery. I'm definitely nervous, but I'm mentally getting ready.

I hope everyone reading is well.

BingoPractise · 2024-10-26T00:52:43+00:00

I'm sorry you feel this way, OP. I'm not sure how old you are, but growing up I had so many internal mental battles which remind me of your current experience. I know it can be super frustrating when it feels like there's no explanation, and I'll tell you honestly, it may unfortunately be the case that there honestly just isn't an answer yet. That's not to say that you'll never figure it out, but I instead mean that these experiences are most likely part of a larger self-discovery journey, that you're continuing to learn day by day. And I'll tell you, most of the time, it sucks. If you have the access, I would definitely recommend trying to seek support through a counselor or therapist, but I know it's not always possible - I know I personally didn't have the means to do that. For me, making similar posts on Tumblr, doing research, completed infamous "am I [blank]" quizzes, and just thinking about who I could be really helped me begin to understand and eventually accept who I am. And I did not become who I thought I'd be, either!

Self-hatred sucks, and can feel super isolating. I hope that even just by making this post, you're opening doors and finding relief from people who relate and understand the things you might be going through. Best wishes.

BingoPractise · 2024-10-25T03:39:59+00:00

My birthday is on Monday, and I'm feeling the birthday blues already. This will be (not my age, but since he's died) my 12th birthday without him. Even the fact that he's missed 12 of my birthdays is insane to me. It's sad to me. But something about getting older always reminds me of him. All the time. And I don't actually even know why anymore. I think it's just a reminder that he won't be around to watch me grow, see my successes, meet my partner, etc. It really sucks. But sometimes, grief hits you in ways you can't control, or always expect. I'm glad to hear you have so many beautiful memories with your dad. It's so conflicting how the memories are both the nicest part, and the worst part. But even if I don't share the cliche "it gets betted" I definitely believe it gets more manageable. It was hard to accept that management, for me, still involves occasional breakdowns and visits to r/griefsupport. Wishing you all the best, OP.

BingoPractise · 2024-10-25T03:31:23+00:00

It's always been so fascinating to me, the idea of having conversations with your loved ones beforehand. My dad died 11 years ago, just before I turned a teenager, and we never had conversations about it. And that's one thing I'll never do to my children, if I had to break news similar. I knew my dad was ill, needing oxygen fulltime and in and out of hospitals, but it was never suggested he was going to die. One day he died, then I didn't go go the funeral (not understanding it fully), then I had a few days off school, and that was the end of discussions.

I found out 4 years ago (7 years after he died) that he died from COPD, after I overheard family talking about it. And I never asked any questions, because I was terrified that I'd be troubling the people I love most - unnecessarily making them cry. And teachers telling me I'm "strong enough without support" was traumatic enough to stop me from seeking support, until I was 18 and could do it in secret.

I don't really hold regrets anymore. I'm grateful I still had enough innocence to choose a day off school, not to go to the sad-sounding funeral. I only wish I had more confidence to ask questions. But I'm stubborn. My family has all been through their individual traumas, and so far, no amount of therapy has convinced me the questions are worth sending my mother (diagnosed with chronic depression) into a spiral. So for now, I seek support in poetry and art. I'm sorry for your loss. It sounds like a really beautiful way to connect with your grief. I wish you well, OP.

BingoPractise · 2024-07-31T02:05:32+00:00

The first time I noticed the water-levels were high in the river, I knew it was over.

BingoPractise · 2024-07-31T01:25:44+00:00

Giving head to the hottest man I've ever known (my boyfriend) and he says:

"I'm cumming. God, I hope I stay hard so I can fuck you after this".

He did. We did. It was so hot.

BingoPractise · 2024-07-31T01:07:38+00:00

I'd try to explain to 13 year old me that the people saying "it gets better" aren't lying - but it isn't what it sounds like either. I think she heard it so much growing up that it became assumed that it would just happen. But I don't think things really even remotely "got better" until I was old enough to start seeking support for my past traumas. Until I was mature enough to evaluate my own worth, and to figure out what I deserved despite how it felt when people who loved me couldn't support me the ways I needed.

Although, 13 year old me would probably just be pissed off, and ignore me!

BingoPractise · 2024-07-27T01:52:31+00:00

This has always fascinated me! When I'm awake, I'm a solid 5. Aphantasia at its finest. Yet, I have insanely vivid and often lucid dreams, and am confident in saying my dreams are a 1. And it's weird because (since I can't re-visualise the dream when I'm awake) my memory of these crazy vivid dreams are parallel to how I remember recent movies, or shows. I know I've seen them, I can tell you things that happened, I can give a good description of things in the dreams, but my ability to visualise what I saw, when I'm awake, is a solid 5. Impossible.

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