She shattered my world the day I dropped to one knee for her.

There I was, heart pounding, palms sweaty, clutching a ring and a bouquet of roses, ready to give her my everything. And what did I get? Silence. Two agonizing hours later, a cold, gut-punching text: "We’re done. I don’t love you anymore." Later, I found out the brutal truth—she’d run off to some bastard that very day. Didn’t need a ring, didn’t need promises; he just took what he wanted, fucked her, and tossed her aside. But me? I’m scarred with every damn detail. Forever burned into my soul.
#heartbreak #betrayal #pain #revenge

Holy fucking shit, what a goddamn surprise!

Day 20. I’m chilling at home, minding my own damn business, when my girl texts me—she’s supposedly off to the countryside for some fresh air. Then my bro hits me up: “Yo, let’s hit the sauna, get fucked up, and blow off some steam!” Hell yeah, I’m in. I jump in the whip, scoop up the crew, and we roll up to the spot. I’m stone-cold sober, but these assholes are already half in the bag. A few shots later, they’re hyped up and decide to call in some pros—three hookers to spice things up.

We’re waiting, hyped as fuck, and then they show up... two random chicks and the third? My fucking girlfriend. Yeah, the very same bitch who’s “at the countryside.”
#wtf #savage #cheating #mindblown

Shame on me, a left-bank fool...

I fought tooth and nail to win over my girl, pouring my heart into every damn move. But then, wasted out of my mind on some wild shit, I got a random message from some chick saying, "Wanna screw?" My dumbass, thinking I’m slick, shot back with, "Hell yeah, let’s roll." Next thing I know, she snitched, spilling every dirty detail to my girlfriend. Woke up the next morning, head pounding, realizing I fucked up royally—now I’m single as hell. Watch your step, brothers, don’t pull this kind of stupid-ass stunt, or you’ll end up with jack shit, just like me. 😢
#fuckup #heartbreak #dumbass #regret

Headed to a "Girls' Night" in Sochi

My girl took off to party hard in Sochi, and damn, she came back a total stranger. Cold as ice, distant as hell. A week later, she dropped the bomb on me: "I fucked the bartender. It felt like a weight lifted off me—I realized I don’t love you anymore." I couldn’t eat for three days. Just lay there, wrecked, staring at the ceiling... now I’m slowly clawing my way back to life.
#heartbreak #betrayal #fuckfeelings #sochi

Alright, so I’ve been dating this chick for about a month and a half now. Things seem fuckin’ awesome on the surface, but here’s the kicker—she’s not putting out, claiming she’s “not ready” yet. Bitch, I’ve been bending over backwards for her, playing the perfect gentleman, even renting a damn place twice just to get some action. But no dice!

Now, here’s the real shit that’s got me twisted. I find out from her own mouth about her dirty laundry, and trust me, it’s a goddamn mess. She’s racked up a full-on slut scorecard: cheated on her ex, fucked some dude from work who was supposedly her “support system,” only for me to learn this guy’s a junkie who’s been in and out of the psych ward. Oh, and get this—she told me she’s asexual. Yeah, right! She admits to banging this loser at least once, and now I’m sitting here with a bitter taste in my mouth, pissed as hell that she gave it up to some fucked-up creep, but I’m left high and dry.
#relationshipdrama #wtf #frustrated #mindblown

I'm a Damn Fool, Head Over Heels

We locked eyes in a gritty bar, her vibe electric, a wild flame stealing every gaze in the room. She spat venom about "boring-ass guys," craving chaos, raw energy, and untamed fire. I was hooked, reeled in like a desperate fish, and we started this crazy ride together.

Then, by some fucked-up twist, I found out she’s juggling three of us. One’s her sugar daddy, bankrolling her whims; another’s her “soulmate” for late-night whispers; and me? I’m just the “easy backup,” the dumbass on standby. When I confronted her, balls on the line, she didn’t even flinch. Just smirked and hit me with, “Babe, I never promised you shit.”

The sickest part? I’m still aching for her, even now.
#heartbreak #played #fool #toxiclove

I Fucked My Best Friend, and It’s a Total Shitshow

Listen up, this is the most colossal fuck-up of my entire existence—hooking up with my best friend. I’m ashamed to even spit it out, but hell, I think I’ve fallen hard for the bastard. We’re both drowning in guilt over this clusterfuck, knowing damn well our friendship is the real treasure here. Plus, we’ve got families, settled lives, the whole damn package. So, we dragged ourselves to a shrink, desperate to untangle this mess of emotions and figure out how to claw our way out. After a few soul-baring sessions, it hit me like a freight train—I’m fucking in love with him. I want to be with him, to torch my marriage and run. When I spilled this bombshell, buzzing with wild hope, he just stared at me and dropped the hammer: this fling was nothing but a stupid slip-up for him. He’s hell-bent on saving his family, and to do that, we gotta cut all ties. So here I am, my feelings for my husband colder than a corpse, my heart shattered into a million jagged pieces. Back to therapy I go, fuck my life...
#heartbreak #cheating #fuckedup #emotionalwreck

Got scarred for life, and it’s a twisted tale.

Back when I was just a little punk, they left me with a babysitter, barely 20, fresh-faced and clueless. Anyway, she crashes hard, dead to the world, and I stumble upon a porno disc, pop it in, and get an eyeful. Curiosity burns, so I sneak a peek under her dress to see what’s what. Boom—she catches me red-handed, flips out, and lays down some cursed wisdom: “Stick your dick in there, kid, and it’s game over, stuck forever.” That fucked me up real good. Since then, I can’t even get hard for pussy, no matter how hot the chick. Only head works for me now, and I’m just feeding it to the girls, no regrets. 😢
#trauma #wtf #childhoodscarred #taboo

Alt-girl Falls Hard for a Grizzled Old Dog

I’m in deep shit, folks. I’ve gone and fallen for my mom’s latest fling—a rugged 51-year-old beast while I’m just 22. We don’t cross paths often, but when we do, holy hell, it’s pure dynamite. The sex? Mind-blowing. The tenderness? I’m drowning in it. I’ve completely lost my damn mind over him. Thing is, we’re both screwing over my mom behind her back. It feels like absolute garbage inside, but I can’t stop myself. No one—and I mean no one—has ever fucked me like this man does in all my years. I’m at a total loss here, no clue what to do...
#forbiddenlove #agegap #taboo #lust

I fucked up big time and cheated on my wife.

She found out, packed her shit, and left me in the dust, blocking me on every damn platform. And then it hit me like a punch to the gut—there’s no one in this world closer to me than her. I’m lost, clueless about how to win her back, what words to spew, or what moves to make. She and our son—they’re my whole damn universe. The fling? I’m over that chick, couldn’t care less. But she’s all sweetness and sympathy, clinging on, eagerly waiting for me to commit to something serious with her. Hell no, I don’t want her—I want my family back! I thought about drowning myself in booze and bad decisions, saying screw it, she’s gone, let’s live wild. Tried it, but it’s all hollow, pure garbage. Nothing numbs the pain, nothing stops my mind from circling back to my wife, my family. How do I prove to her she’s my everything, that I screwed up royally? How do I drag her back into my life? How do I save what’s left of us? I’m standing at ground zero, no clue where to even start…
#cheatingregret #familycrisis #lostlove #secondchance

The Chick Turned Out to Be a Total Fraud

So, I figured I’d hit up a sauna and get myself a hot piece of ass. Ordered one, expecting a damn goddess based on the pics, but holy shit, what showed up was some freaky hybrid—couldn’t tell if it was a dude or a trans chick. We barely got started, and I’m squinting at this thing, thinking, “Something’s seriously fucked here.” Turns out, my gut was right on the money. I slammed on the brakes, kicked that weird-ass creature to the curb, and swore off hiring whores for life. Lesson learned: don’t fall for those damn fake photos, folks!
#scammed #wtf #catfished #nightmare

It was the city’s big day, a wild celebration buzzing with energy. I got myself properly hammered, and damn, the urge hit hard—I needed to get laid. Spotted a chick, not a stunner by any stretch, more like a solid “meh,” but drunk me didn’t give a shit. We got to chatting; turns out she lives alone, got a kid in tow. Whatever. I fed her some sweet bullshit about building something real, promised the moon, just to seal the deal. Got her back to her place, and hell yeah, we fucked like there was no tomorrow. Come morning, I threw out a casual “see ya, I’ll call,” and bolted like a thief in the night. Never dialed her number, not once. Banged her and ghosted her ass without a second thought.
#casualfling #noregrets #oneanddone #savage

Savage slut meets clueless nerd—what’s the wild outcome?

I dated this guy for eight damn months. He was my first, and holy shit, probably my last.
At the start, the sex was hot and heavy, like we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
But then, it fizzled out—less and less action until his fucking video games became his true lover.
I got fed up, tired of biting my tongue, so I demanded some goddamn attention.
Turns out, World of Warcraft—or whatever nerdy shit he was into—was his real priority.
So, how did it all end? I fucked his best friend right under his nose.
Yeah, straight out of some cheap-ass porno—while he was lost in his headset, grinding away at his stupid game, I was grinding something else.
#drama #revenge #savage #nofucks

Slip up once, and you can fuck right off!

I met this guy, and it was straight out of a damn rom-com: first dates dripping with charm, hands warm as hell, staring into each other’s souls. A month in, the bastard starts jetting off on “business trips.” He’s in St. Petersburg, I’m stuck here. Then I catch weird likes on his stories, and boom—a photo pops up. He’s at some café near his hotel, and in the glass reflection? A chick’s hand with a bracelet, identical to the one belonging to some flirty commenter. I hit him with, “Who the hell is this?” and he fires back, “You’re unhinged, get help.”
That night, I blocked his ass everywhere. A week later, he sends a bouquet with a pathetic note: “Sorry, I fucked up.”
What a shameful piece of shit.
#cheater #heartbreak #fuckery #betrayal

Seems I’ve fucked up a nerve or some shit, can’t feel the right side of my body, especially my damn arm.
It’s scary as hell, no lie, but on the bright side, every jerk-off now feels like a stranger’s hand is doing the deed! 🤣
#nerveissues #wtf #darkhumor #unexpectedperk

Hey, shameless crew, what’s good?
I’m dropping my first wild tale here, so buckle up!
Here’s the deal—I was 18, fresh off the boat in St. Petersburg, straight from my tiny nowhere town.
Back home, my parents kept me on a tight leash, no fun allowed, so when I hit the big city, I went full savage: boozing, partying, hitting every sweaty club in sight.
One night, I stumbled down one of Piter’s infamous sin streets—y’all know the vibe, though they shut that shithole down since.
I got absolutely hammered, trolling for someone to crash the night with.
Spotted a chick, made out hard, hands all over each other, and hell yeah, we rolled back to her place. She looked hot—or at least, my drunk ass thought so.
We get there, climb the stairs, step into her pad, and I’m already hyped for some raw action.
Then, from a smoke-drenched kitchen, a dude’s voice growls, “The fuck you ain’t alone?”
She fires back, “I’m getting even, asshole. You drag random sluts home from the club all the time.”
Somehow, this psycho calms down—what kind of fucked-up relationship even is this?
We crash into bed, and I’m like, “Fuck it, I’m out,” too wasted to bounce in the middle of the night.
Next thing I know, she’s taking turns blowing us both.
What the hell, right? I couldn’t even finish—shit was too weird, and I was way too smashed.
Then she starts pushing for a double-team with her damn husband, but I’m so done I fake a back injury, acting like I can’t even move.
Passed out like that.
Morning comes, and she keeps creeping into the room, checking if I’m awake, even trying to jerk me off, but I play dead harder than ever.
Finally, when she stops hovering, I bolt—throw on my clothes, sprint out the door, not a word said.
I was completely fucking floored.

Hit that like, and I’ve got more insane first-year college chaos to spill!
#wildnights #wtf #crazystories #piterparties

I dragged myself home after a grueling day at work, only to find my boyfriend holed up in a damn fortress of chairs, pillows, and blankets. He’s sprawled out, looking like a defeated king, whining about how work has completely fucked him over. What the actual hell is this nonsense?! The dude’s 28 years old, for fuck’s sake!

🤣 - Totally fine, let him live
😐 - Straight-up unhinged behavior
👍 - Drag his ass to a spa, get him some damn massages
#wtf #grownmanchild #workstress #spaday

So, I splurged on a kickass bouquet for my girl's birthday—tomorrow’s the big day. Dropped a cool 10k on those blooms, ya know, to make her feel like a queen. Planned to roll up in the morning and hand them over with flair. Left the flowers chilling overnight in a bucket of water in the bathroom, thinking they’d stay fresh.

Fast forward to morning, I check on ‘em, and holy shit—disaster! My drunk-ass dad, in some fucked-up stupor, legit took a dump in the damn bucket. Petals drowning in crap, and he’s passed out cold, no clue why the hell he’d do this insanity. I’m pissed, but also kinda losing it laughing at the absurdity. 😡😂

Now I’m on a mission to scrub the literal shit outta these flowers, make ‘em presentable, and still surprise my girl. Fingers crossed I can pull off this stinking miracle, damn it!
#whathefuck #disaster #familydrama #birthdayfail

Just before September 1st, I figured I’d pamper myself with a manicure. There’s this new dirt-cheap salon that popped up right downstairs in my building, practically still smelling of fresh paint. I thought, hell, why not? It’s a bargain, and the technician seemed decent enough. She nicked my finger a bit, no biggie, and honestly, the job was pretty clean otherwise.

But today, as I’m strolling by, I see this fucking bombshell of a notice plastered on their door:
"Attention: Anyone who got a manicure between August 25th and 31st, get tested for HIV ASAP. The technician has been diagnosed with the virus."

I’m standing there, jaw on the floor, reading this shit, and my brain just refuses to process it. Is this even fucking real?
What the actual fuck?! Holy shit! What the hell am I supposed to do now?!
#wtf #healthscare #manicurefail #fucked

I got into a nasty brawl with some punk from the neighborhood. He was older, built like a damn tank. Things escalated fast, and fists flew. I staggered home—lip smashed to hell, blood soaking through my shirt like a war wound.

My old man took one look at me and grunted:
- Toughen up, kid. Real men don’t cry.

Then he just fucked off to watch TV. After that day, I never called for him, no matter how deep the shit got.

Now he’s 60, diabetes is eating him alive, his leg’s rotting to shit, and he’s blowing up my phone every damn day. And I’m standing here, clueless on how to deal with this wreck of a man.

👍 - Step up. He’s your blood.
😐 - Stay cold. Keep your distance.
😢 - Throw it back at him. Let him figure his own mess out.
#familydrama #toughlove #hardlessons #brokenbonds

My mom banged my best friend, and I’m still reeling from the betrayal.
I’m 22, getting wasted with my buddy at my place. Mom comes home from work, and honestly, she looks damn fine for her age, not some worn-out hag.
I wake up the next morning—buddy’s gone, mom’s blushing like a schoolgirl, and as I stumble around the apartment, I spot a used condom in the trash.
Yeah, you guessed it.
They fucked while I was passed out in the next room.
I stormed out, plopped down on a bench, and realized—this isn’t life, it’s a goddamn porn parody of hell itself.
#betrayal #wtf #familydrama #mindblown

Hey, shame on you! I’ve been waiting to spill this for about 5 damn years. My tale is a wild one—back when I was a snot-nosed kid, I was up to no good, messing around with pure nonsense. In my hood, there was this ragged crew of street dwellers, a bunch of down-and-out bums. Me and my punk-ass friends, we’d roll up every single day just to torment them, laughing at their misery like it was our twisted playground.

And get this—one time, one of my dumbass buddies took it to a whole new level of fucked up. He shat right into an empty chip bag, sealed that nasty surprise, and chucked it straight into a poor bastard’s face. Splat! That’s my story, raw and unfiltered, straight from the gutter of my past.
#shamefulpast #streetlife #wtf #cringe

I’ve been seeing this guy—decent, chill, holds down a job, and isn’t a total asshole. Things are pretty smooth, and hell, he’s even cool with kids. But a couple of months back, I fucked up big time. Got wasted, ended up screwing my ex. He was just giving me a ride, shit happened fast and dumb, and now I’m stuck in this messed-up limbo.

I’m pregnant. And I’ve got no clue who the father is. My current guy thinks it’s his, and I’m keeping my mouth shut for now. I could get an abortion, but fuck, I’m scared—both for my health and because, deep down, I want this kid. But living with this lie? It’s tearing me apart. Every damn day feels like something’s gnawing at my soul.

😐 - Tell him it’s his and have the baby
👍 - Abort it before it’s too late
#drama #secrets #pregnancydilemma #fuckup

D23. I've been hooking up with this guy for about two months now, and we finally started banging, but holy shit, he’s done in like 10 minutes flat. With my ex, it was a solid hour of pure, mind-blowing ecstasy. Recently, I bumped into my ex, and well, one thing led to another—sparks flew, clothes dropped, and we fucked like old times. I wouldn’t say I cheated on my current guy, but let’s be real, I’m not settling for a pathetic 10-minute quickie either. So yeah, I’m back to screwing my ex exclusively, and damn, it feels good!
#hotmess #exlover #nocontrol #steamy

I’ve got a brother, just hit 20, and he’s still a virgin, believe it or not.
A few days back, this dude straight-up fucked a baked potato, skin and all,
and now his dick’s sprouting some weird-ass white spots. What the hell! 😂
#wtf #cringe #weirdshit #nsfw

So, I got knocked up by this badass dude pushing 35, a real big shot with his own business empire. He swore he’d ditch his tired old hag of a wife—said she’s a drag and their kids are all grown anyway. Now, here I am, a 19-year-old chick, clueless on how to break this bombshell to my folks. And guess what? This guy’s vanished into thin air, not even picking up my desperate calls. Yeah, if it wasn’t clear, that messed-up girl is me... and I’m totally fucked on what to do next.
#drama #pregnancyscare #cheater #wtf

Holy shit, I hit the jackpot in the lottery! Not a goddamn fortune, but still, a cool million rubles in my pocket.
I was dreaming of jetting off to exotic lands—fuck, what else am I gonna do with this cash? Can’t buy a damn apartment with it around here, not even close to a down payment for a soul-crushing mortgage, and I already got wheels.
But then, life throws a curveball—my grandad’s knee is fucked, needs a new joint, and now I’m torn as hell.
Do I blow the whole wad on a wild escape to Bali, or save the old man’s leg? Shit, decisions!

😢 - Screw the old timer
👍 - Help the old geezer out
#lotterywin #toughchoices #familydrama #baliorduty

D24. I’ve fallen hard for a guy at work, and damn, it’s a messy situation. Thing is, he’s my boss’s husband. My boss and I are tight, almost like sisters, which makes this even more fucked up. He’s been dropping hints that he’s into me too—those sly looks, subtle touches. When we stay late together, the air crackles with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

What the hell do I do?

👍 - Stay the fuck away, this is a disaster waiting to happen
😐 - Quit the job before shit hits the fan
🌭 - Dive into the affair, but play it smart and sneaky
#forbiddenlove #workdrama #cheating #hotmess

P25. Handed my car over to a buddy. Just for a quick errand—full trust, we’ve been tight since we were snot-nosed kids. A couple of hours tick by, then my phone blows up: “Bro, I’m freaking out, had a little smash-up, but I’ll handle it, don’t sweat.”

Alright, shit happens, I think. But then the ugly truth spills out—he slammed into someone else’s ride and bolted from the scene like a coward. And guess what? The car’s registered under my name. So, I’m the one on the hook for this disaster.

Cops are already sniffing around, got my number, and now this asshole is ghosting me with some pathetic excuses: “Chill, man, it’s no biggie. Worst case, they’ll slap you with a fine. Or, hey, insurance will cover it.”

Insurance? Yeah, right. Not when you flee the scene like a punk. Cameras caught every damn second of it.

I try to keep it cool, lay it out straight: “Let’s split the damage, man. You fucked up, not me!”

But this jerk just shrugs it off: “Bro, I’m broke as hell right now. Gimme a couple months…”

What the hell do I do?

😢 - Screw it, cut him off for good.
👍 - Drop a report on his sorry ass.
#backstabber #carwreck #trustissues #legaltrouble

Not long ago, I dove headfirst into the wild world of BDSM, running with a crowd that lived for the thrill. Among them was this chick I knew, who didn’t lift a finger for work—pure, unadulterated freeloading. One night, after a few too many drinks, she spilled her dirty little secret. Every 3-4 months, she’d haul ass out of town to some sprawling estate. There, a loaded bastard waited, rolling in cash and twisted fantasies. He’d summon her for a straight-up thrashing—lay her bare across a table and whip her raw with a belt, exactly 100 brutal lashes while forcing her to count every stinging strike. When it’s done, he tosses her 300 grand like it’s pocket change. She drags herself home, battered and bruised, spending a full week flat on her back, nursing welts and wounds.

Holy shit, what a fucked-up gig!
But hey, money’s money, right?
#BDSM #DarkSecrets #ExtremeLife #CashForPain