I was never one to take risks, especially when it came to my body.

I was always the “good girl” out of my group of friends, so when we decided to play a game of strip poker one night and coupled with a few drinks, I was nervous.

We were all in our early adulthood and curious about s- so it seemed like a fun way to fool around and explore.

I had never played poker before, but I figured I could learn the basics quickly enough. We all agreed that the stakes would be our clothes and whoever got the worst hand would have to take off an item of clothing.

I started off with a good hand and managed to keep up for a few rounds. But as the game went on, I kept getting worse and worse hands. Before I knew it, I was down to my underwear and my friends were still fully dressed.

My friends were all laughing and I could feel my face getting hot with embarrassment. I wanted to stop the game, but I was too scared to speak up.

I was hoping that I would be able to get a better hand and stay in the game, but it didn’t happen. I was left with no choice but to take off the last item of clothing.

At that moment, I felt exposed and vulnerable. I was too embarrassed to look at anyone, so I just kept my eyes on the floor.

My friends were still laughing, but I was too embarrassed to even laugh along. I was humiliated and I wanted to just disappear.

Eventually we drank until a point where I could not remember what was going on and I woke up lying under the sheets with a little pain underneath.

It turned out that I had agreed to s- with a guy crush and I had lost my ‘V’ that day.

That was the story on how I lost my ‘V’.

When I first heard that my grandkids were using WhatsApp to stay in touch with each other, I knew I had to join in on the fun.

After all, I had been feeling a bit out of the loop when it came to their conversations, and I wanted to feel included.

Downloaded WhatsApp, learning it to communicate with them

I was determined to learn how to use the popular messaging app, so I went to buy a smartphone and I took the effort to go and download Whatsapp and learn how to use it.

A son of one of my friend showed me how to download and set up the app on my smartphone, and how to send and receive messages, media, stickers and so on.

I was so excited to finally start using WhatsApp to communicate with my grandkids.

However, the enthusiasm was short-lived.

My grandkids had ditched WhatsApp and moved on to telegram, saying that it was the ‘in’ app now and WhatsApp was outdated.

I felt so frustrated and left out. It took me a while to learn how to use WhatsApp as I was not tech savvy and there was no way I could keep up with the trend and learn yet another app.

Tried to persuade them to stay on WhatsApp

I tried my best to persuade my grandkids to stay on WhatsApp. I sent them messages reminding them of all the fun we had when I first joined the app, and how much I was looking forward to more conversations with them.

But it didn’t work. My grandkids were adamant about using Telegram and refused to switch back. I was so disappointed and crushed.

It felt like I was being pushed out of their lives, and that I wasn’t important enough to keep up with them. I had put so much effort into learning WhatsApp, and now it had all been for nothing.

Still, I tried to stay positive and continued to use WhatsApp to message my grandkids.

However, they took their time to reply me and always came up with the excuse that they do not on WhatsApp anymore because hardly anyone uses it now.

I felt like they did not want to keep in touch with me, their Grandma anymore.

Eventually, I gave up trying to keep up with my grandkids. I was so frustrated and exhausted, and I didn’t want to put any more effort into learning yet another messaging app.

I had already put in so much effort, and it felt like it was all for nothing.

So, I resigned myself to the fact that I would never be able to keep up with my grandkids, and that I was stuck in the past while they moved on to the future.

I still remember the first time I ever smelled my mum’s bra. I was around four years old, and I had noticed my mum’s clothes draped over the back of a chair.

I was intrigued by the strange shape of the garment and decided to take a closer look. As I got closer, I noticed a strong, sweet scent emanating from the fabric.

I came to the conclusion that this must be the smell of my mum, and I was instantly captivated by it.

It became his chou chou from then onwards

From that day onwards, I started to become obsessed with the smell of my mum’s bras.

Every time I would get a chance, I would sneak into her bedroom and take a good whiff of her clothes. I was completely entranced by the alluring scent.

I even started to take some of her bras with me to bed and would sleep with them pressed against my face.

As I got older, I started to develop a ritual of sorts. Every night before I went to bed, I would take one of my mum’s bras and hold it close to my nose.

I would take deep breaths in, savouring the aroma that reminded me of her. It was something that I looked forward to each night, and I grew to rely on it as a form of comfort.

Mum tried to stop it, but gave up

My mum eventually caught on to my strange habit and tried to put a stop to it. She started to lock her bedroom door and wouldn’t let me in.

But I was determined to keep up my routine, and I found other ways to get my hands on her bras. I would sneak into her wardrobe and take one of her bras without her knowing.

Eventually, my mum stopped locking her bedroom door and I was allowed access to her clothes again. She even started to leave a few of her bras out for me to smell before bed.

I think she was worried that I was going to get too attached to the smell of her bra and that I would never want to let go of it.

My nightly ritual of smelling my mum’s bra has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. It’s a comforting habit that brings me peace and joy every night.

Whenever I’m feeling down, I know that I can always turn to the smell of my mum’s bra for comfort.

I may have grown up and moved out of my mum’s house, but I still hold onto this special habit of mine.

I can’t believe I did it. It’s been a few days since I told my girlfriend to shave her armpits because she looked like a gorilla, but the words still echo in my head. It was a huge mistake and I regret it every day.

I’ve apologized to her multiple times, but still, the damage is done.

It all started with a normal conversation.

We were just talking about our day, when I noticed that she hadn’t shaved her armpits in a while. I didn’t think anything of it, but then she started talking about how she was self-conscious about her body hair.

She said she felt like she needed to shave all the time, to keep up with what society expected of her.

That’s when things got out of hand. I said something that I immediately regretted. I told her she looked like a gorilla. Those words just came out of my mouth before I had the chance to think about what I was saying.

My girlfriend was shocked. She looked at me with disbelief and hurt in her eyes. I could tell that I had said the wrong thing, and I tried to apologize right away. I told her that I didn’t mean it, and that I was just trying to make a joke.

But it was too late. The damage had been done, and she was too hurt to accept my apology. She left the room, and I was left alone with my mistake. I felt horrible like I had just ruined our relationship.

The next day, she still hadn’t forgiven me. We talked about what had happened and she told me that she felt like I was trying to control her body. She said that my comment made her feel like she was being judged for something that she had no control over.

I felt terrible. I knew that I had made a huge mistake, and I wanted to make it up to her. So I decided to do something I never thought I would do: I told her to shave her armpits.

I know this probably sounds like a strange thing to do, but I was desperate to make it up to her. I wanted her to know that I accepted her for who she was, and that I was sorry for making her feel bad.

My girlfriend was hesitant at first, but eventually, she agreed to do it. She shaved her armpits that day and it felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders (or armpit).

I was relieved that she had accepted my apology, and I was happy that she was willing to give me another chance.

Since then, I’ve been more conscious of my words. I never want to hurt my girlfriend again, and I want to make sure that I’m always respectful of her decisions regarding her body. I’ve learned a valuable lesson from this experience, and I hope that other people can learn from it too.

No one should ever feel like they need to shave or change their body to meet someone else’s standards. Everyone is different, and everyone deserves to be accepted for who they are.

Am I wrong for getting “favors” from ex-gf?

Some years ago I ended a 2 year relationship with this girl who really liked me. I didn’t really bother to keep in contact, partly because of guilt (because I dumped for to woo a much younger girl).

The non-contact lasted about 3 years? But there was this year I wanted to go Japan, and knowing she was going Japan almost every year, I offered to go together. It was something we talked about before anyway, going Japan together.

So anyway, she planned everything, and I just tagged along. While I felt she still had feelings for me, I didn’t, and I told myself to keep things respectable and my horniness in my pants because I knew I didn’t want to get back with her.

On day 3 or 4, we were at a private ryokan onsen. She asked that we wear swimwear while soaking in the onsen. She didn’t say why, but we broke up already, so I guess she didn’t want me to see her naked. I agreed, but as we soaked in the hot water, my blood started to steam, and when we got back to our rooms, I plotted to get some hanky panky with her.

I started off massaging her, talking to her, and most importantly, listening to her. Slowly, after about an hour of hard work, she opened up and started massaging me back. That’s when I knew I was on to something. I continued massaging her a bit, and at the right time, jokingly poked her boob to test water.

She simply let out a shy “hey!”. No anger from her! That’s when I knew I got it in the bag. I just told her I couldn’t tahan anymore and grabbed her nei nei pok and started kissing her. She kissed back and my fingers went south. Things got steamy and off my pants go. I ended the night by offering some organic protein shake for her to drink.

After that night, I continued to get favors from her, and she complied, even though we broke up years ago and were not together. Put in bluntly, we were just FWB for that 3 weeks. After we came back to SG, I kinda drifted away again and we ended up not contacting again, so she probably felt used. Planning to go Japan again soon, so just randomly thought of her again.

Now, AITA? I mean, she’s a grown adult. She could have said no, but she didn’t. She could have refused to continually serve me throughout the weeks, but she didn’t. She had a choice. So I feel she shouldn’t feel used, and just treat it as 2 adults having a “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” moment.”

I was always interested in investing my money, but I never had the confidence to do it. I knew that investing comes with a certain amount of risk and I didn’t want to take the chance of losing all my money.

That all changed when I heard about Grab shares. I read up on the company and decided to take the plunge. After all, it seemed like a good investment opportunity with a lot of potentials.

At first, I was cautious and only invested a small amount. But as the stock prices rose, I saw my profits grow. I was impressed with the rate of return I was getting and decided to invest more money into the stock.

I was so confident in my investment decision that I ended up investing half of my money into Grab shares.

Unfortunately, that decision was a mistake. Just a few months later, the stock price plummeted, wiping out 80% of my investment.

I was shocked and disappointed. I had been so sure that my investment would pay off, and now I had lost half of my money.

I had to take a step back and evaluate what had happened. After all, the stock market can be unpredictable and I had to accept that my investment had not gone as planned.

The first thing I did was to look at the situation objectively. I analyzed the market and the company’s financials to see what had caused the stock to drop.

I realized that the stock had been overvalued and that the market had been driven by speculation. This had caused the price to rise too quickly, and when the market realized this, the stock had crashed.

It was a difficult lesson to learn, but it was a valuable one. I realized that while investing can be profitable, it also comes with risks.

I have since diversified my investments and no longer put all my eggs in one basket. I have also become more cautious when investing, making sure to always do my research and understand the risks associated with any investment I make.

I may have lost 50% of my investment in Grab shares, but I am not discouraged. I have taken this experience and used it to become a smarter and more informed investor.

I had always thought my parents were above getting a maid. My dad was a high-powered lawyer who’d worked hard all his life, and my mom had a successful career in finance.

We weren’t exactly rolling in money, but there was never a need to bring in outside help.

That all changed recently when my father decided to hire a maid. She was a petite and attractive woman in her late twenties, and it was immediately clear why my dad had chosen her. For the first time in my life, I felt a bit of envy toward my father.

The maid quickly settled into our home and began to take care of all the household chores. She was an incredibly efficient worker, and I often found myself admiring her from afar. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of attraction towards her, but I kept my feelings to myself.

One night, my father brought home Chinese dumplings for dinner. I watched as he unwrapped the box and saw the steam rising from the freshly cooked dumplings. That’s when I had my epiphany—I wanted to unwrap the maid like a dumpling!

I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help but fantasize about it. I wanted to see what she was hiding under her clothes. I wanted to explore her body and find out what it was like to make love to her. I wanted to feel the warmth of her skin and taste her lips.

Of course, I knew that these thoughts were inappropriate. I had no right to think of her in that way, and I knew that I had to keep my feelings to myself. I was her employer’s son, after all, and I had to respect the boundaries of our relationship.

But I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. I was using her for my own selfish desires, and I felt like I was taking advantage of her. I knew that if I acted on my impulses, I could ruin her life and mine, and I didn’t want to do that.

In the end, I decided to keep my thoughts to myself. I still admire her from afar, but I know that I must respect her and keep my distance.

For now, I’ll just have to be content with admiring her from afar…