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

Hooked Up with a Married Man

I was on a business trip, ran into a work acquaintance. That evening, he suggested we explore the city—new place, why the hell not? We wandered, lips locked in steamy kisses, then slipped into his place for “coffee.” That turned into a wild, sweaty night of passion, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other after. He’s got a family, so do I. Do I regret it? Not a damn bit—I came back home buzzing with a weird new energy for the daily grind. My husband’s clueless, and now… my period’s late.
#affair #drama #secret #risky

I Got Down and Dirty with a Married Co-worker...

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a fierce warrior for the sacred rule: married men are off-limits, a complete no-go zone. I’ve screamed it from the rooftops, throwing shade at any chick who dared cross that line with a ringed-up dude. But guess what? A few days back, after wrestling with temptation for nearly six months, I threw caution—and my morals—to the wind and hooked up with a married colleague. No excuses here, folks. We weren’t sloshed, no blurry lines; we knew damn well what we were diving into. And the sickest part? I don’t feel a shred of guilt. Not even a whisper of regret.
#taboo #affair #noregrets #scandal

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

I betrayed him just to taste the thrill of deception.

I cheated on my boyfriend with cold, calculated intent, not a drop of alcohol in my veins, every damn step planned out. I craved to uncover the raw, twisted emotions that betrayal could ignite within me. When the deed was done, a wicked rush of exhilaration hit me—hell, I’d broken new ground for myself! Not a shred of guilt stained my conscience. I still love my man, truly, but the other guy? A meaningless pawn, nothing but a body for the act. In the end, I’m fucking glad I took the plunge, though I realized cheating ain’t my game. No regrets, not even a whisper!
#betrayal #thrillseeker #noregrets #taboo

Screwed a Cop’s Wife

Hey there, shame crew! Been lurking on this humiliation forum for ages, and finally, I’ve got a wild tale to spill.
I’m 22. After a brutal breakup, I swore off relationships for a year and a half. Recently landed a new gig, and one drunk night, I ended up banging this chick. Turns out, she’s married—and her husband’s a damn cop. We went at it like animals, and afterward, I got all sappy, spilling my guts about loneliness and heartbreak. Now I’m kicking myself. Why the hell did I open up like that? Why did I even smash her in the first place? What a dumbass move!
#regret #drunkmistakes #riskybehavior #wtf

Stepdad Creep: What the Hell Do I Do?

I caught my stepdad, the sick bastard, sniffing my little sister’s panties like some depraved animal. He had the audacity to wink at me with a twisted grin and mutter, “Damn, the little filly’s all grown up. Wanna take a whiff?”
I lost it—smashed his filthy face in with no regrets. Now I’m terrified for my 15-year-old sister, stuck in this messed-up house with that predator.
#creepalert #familydrama #protecther #wtf

Regarding those wild stories about threesomes.

Back in the day, I was slinging drinks as a waiter in a real dive joint, a place dripping with sleaze. There was this crew of three chicks at a table, and one of ‘em kept tossing flirty glances my way. By the end of the night, she straight-up invited me back to her place. I turned her down, though—back then, I was more into paying for quick thrills with pros. A couple of days later, craving some action to blow off steam, I headed to a familiar spot. When the door swung open, I got a weird-ass look before they slammed it in my face. Pissed off, I plopped down on a bench near the building, puffing on a smoke, when a text buzzed in: “Come back up.”

I trudged back, and holy hell, it was two of those gals from the other night! Well, no backing out now. We got down to some serious bedroom cardio with one of them. After the deed, the three of us stepped out to the balcony for a smoke, and one of the chicks casually throws out the idea of a threesome. Who the fuck am I to say no, especially when it’s on the house? So yeah, I ended up banging two of ‘em, no regrets.

Fast forward to the spicy follow-up.
About six or seven months later, I’m out with a buddy, looking to let loose again. We roll up to the same spot, and I nearly shit myself when one of those same chicks opens the door. What’s a guy to do? Me and my pal took turns with her, tag-teaming like champs.

Life’s one hell of a ride, ain’t it?
#wildtimes #threesome #nsfw #noregrets

I once had a pal—yeah, “had” is the keyword here, and you’ll soon get why. One day, his old man kicked the bucket, and I figured I’d be the good guy, lift his spirits, ya know? So I dropped this gem on him:
“Chin up, man, you’ve still got a spare dad, right?”
Well, that was the last time we ever spoke.
I still feel like a complete jackass about it, though.
#awkward #footinmouth #regret #epicfail

D23. So, I decided to knit a sweater for my boyfriend’s birthday, pouring my heart and soul into it for months. Finally, I hand it over, and what do I get? A sour, ungrateful smirk on his damn face. “What the hell? I don’t even wear crap like this, and winter’s ages away (fucking ages away).” I also splurged on some badass gaming headphones for him, but since we’ve had a massive blowout, I’m seriously tempted to just return them with the receipt and say screw it.

😐 - Hand over the gift, make peace
👍 - Return the headphones, no regrets
#relationshipsuck #giftfail #drama #savage

Met this chick at a wild house party, ended up banging her brains out.
A month later, she hits me up with a bombshell: "I’m knocked up."
I’m fucking floored, but whatever, if it’s true, we’ll figure this shit out.

Another month drags by, and I get a damn call from the courthouse.
Turns out, this girl slapped me with a child support claim, naming me as the daddy.
And get this—DNA test? "Not required" until the court drama kicks off.
Meanwhile, my bank account’s already frozen, what the actual fuck!

I screwed her just once, wrapped up tight in a rubber, and now I’m shelling out cash for some kid that probably ain’t even mine,
waiting for the slow-ass court to pull its head out of its ass and make a ruling.
Word of advice, brothers—don’t stick it in these shady hoes, or you’ll regret it hard. 😡
#drama #childsupport #screwed #wtf