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My First Nudist Resort Experience

This was back in 2019 I suppose. I had always been interested in nudism. I started researching it in high school and found out it was way more popular of a community than I thought. I spent almost every moment when home alone, which wasn’t frequent, naked in all my glory with the shades open. Only the cows could see me in my natural state and they are good secret keepers. I would listen to music, play video games, and read right in the buff. No one ever caught me except my sister once when she came home from college unannounced. She just walked by, laughed, and we never spoke of it again. Years came and went. Went to college, limited privacy for a few years until I got my own dorm. Then it was paradise city. My mother had to have questioned why I had such little laundry when I would come home some weekends. Girls also found out when Snapchat was in its heyday and regrettably there are many that seen me fully mounted. Graduation came. Lived at home for two years afterward to figure thi...
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I needed money so I took a housesitting gig. Something happened and I can't sleep.

I'm a 22/F and I'm $51,000 in debt. That's not a number I'm throwing around for effect. That's my actual balance on Nelnet as of this morning. $51,312.84. I check it every day like it's going to change. It never does. My minimum payment is $487 a month. My rent is $1,100. My car payment is $320. My car insurance is $165. My phone bill is $85. My credit card minimum is $60. That's $2,217 before I buy food, before I buy gas, before I do anything. I work at a coffee shop. I bring home maybe $2,400 a month after tax. Some months less if they cut my hours. Do the math. I'm not living. I'm treading water in the middle of the ocean and the waves keep getting higher. I'm 22. I have an English degree from a state school that I'm still paying for. I live in a studio apartment in Bridgeport, Connecticut, because it was the cheapest thing I could find that didn't have mice. The walls are thin. The heat is unreliable. The landlord doesn't answer ...
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My high school sweetheart left me because I only got D2 offers. Four years later, she called on NFL Draft night demanding part of my contract.

I grew up in a town where football wasn’t just a sport—it was pretty much the center of everyone’s life. Population was around 7,000. We had one Walmart thirty minutes away, one movie theater an hour away, and if you wanted something to do on a Friday night, you either went to the football game or you stayed home. Everybody knew your parents. Everybody knew your grandparents. If you had a good game on Friday, the cashier at the grocery store would tell you Saturday morning. If you had a bad game… You heard about that too. My name’s Mason Carter. I played wide receiver for Westbrook High. I wasn’t one of those freak athletes who could run a 4.3 forty or jump over defenders. I wasn’t the tallest receiver either. I was about 6’3”, 195 pounds by senior year. What I did have was hands. I caught everything. Didn’t matter if it was thrown behind me, over my shoulder, or six inches off the ground. If I could touch it, I was bringing it in. My quarterback always joked that I’d catch a brick if...
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I Think My Aunt Was a Bakeneko

When my mother died, I told everyone I was flying to Japan because Aunt Sachiko shouldn't have to grieve alone. That wasn't really the whole truth. The truth was I didn't want anyone asking why I wasn't going back to work after the funeral. I'd already been laid off a month earlier and still hadn't found the courage to tell most people. Oliver knew, of course, but even with him I'd started pretending things were better than they were. Every morning I'd open my laptop, send out a handful of applications, get another rejection or, more often, no response at all, and by dinner we'd somehow be talking about my mother again. Grief has a way of swallowing every other problem. Losing your job feels selfish when you've just buried your mom, so eventually I stopped bringing it up altogether. Japan gave me an excuse to disappear for a while without having to explain why I needed to. Aunt Sachiko had lived alone since my uncle died nearly twenty years ago....
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Tell you your most terrifying true stories from your life.

Tell me some stories from your life's that will send shivers down my spine.
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I thought my wife was cheating on me. It’s worse

My wife Becky has been distant recently. Coming home at strange hours. Secretive over her phone. I thought she was cheating on me, but it's worse. So much worse. It all started 6 months ago. I asked why she kept coming home so late. She told me her “company was busier than ever.” I was a little relieved at first. So many companies nowadays are looking for reasons to fire you and replace you with an AI chatbot. At least for now, it looked like her job was safe. For the next few months, she came and went as she pleased. Then came the calls. Her phone kept ringing at all hours of the day. Last week, she was in the shower when her phone rang. I picked it up. No one answered. All I heard was static and the sound of someone breathing down the line. She again denied it. Saying it must have been a cold caller. Even cold callers don’t phone at 1 am. Finally, I had enough. It was time to follow her. Catch her in the act. I had to know what she was doing. This morning I left early. Rented a ...
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I found my boyfriend’s second phone. I wish he was cheating.

Me and my boyfriend started dating around 6 months ago. It was the first relationship I’ve ever had. I had never been so happy. It was like we were meant to be. I met him at a coffee shop I frequent. I started noticing him there any time I went. Sometimes I’d catch him staring, and he’d look around all embarrassed whenever I did. I thought it was the cutest thing. After a while, I found myself silently hoping that he’d come over and ask to sit with me. We’d been playing eye-tag for a couple of weeks, smirking and laughing at each other, but neither of us had taken the extra step of introducing ourselves. When he finally did, I felt butterflies start flapping around in my stomach like never before. His smoldering blue eyes, that curly black hair, and his cute little freckles. I’m not afraid to admit that I was smitten. Our relationship grew from there. We were seeing each other every weekend, catching movies, having dinner, playing some mini golf. I knew it was a honeymoon phase. I jus...
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