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Episode 2 of my Reddit confession series about all the affairs I have had with different women. Nothing harfcore, mostly flirtings and soft stuff.

So my second escapade was a virtual one.

This was around 2014, back when the internet felt very different from today. I had just gone through a breakup and was spending time on some random chat site that probably doesn’t even exist anymore. That’s where I met her.

We started talking casually at first, but somehow we clicked instantly. Honestly, I didn’t expect much. In my head, anyone easily accessible through anonymous chat sites would probably be average at best. That alone would have been enough for me back then.

But damn, I was completely wrong.

She was way out of my league in every possible way. Looks, money, social status, confidence, even sexually. Everything about her felt unreal.

She had just come out of a breakup too, so I guess we became each other’s rebound in some strange way. We would sext for hours every night. Since I didn’t have my own room, I’d sneak out to the balcony while everyone slept and follow her instructions like a teenager possessed. Looking back now, it sounds ridiculous, but at the time it felt intense and addictive.

And honestly, I learned a lot from her.

I still remember jerking off to a picture of her thigh once. Just her thigh. That’s how badly she affected me. Her voice, her body, the way she carried herself, everything about her felt dangerously attractive.

She was a teacher too, which somehow made it even hotter. Sometimes she’d ask me to give her dares like teaching class without panties or secretly rubbing herself during lectures. She had this wild side that completely caught me off guard.

So how did it end?

Simple. I was an asshole.

At some point she wanted to meet in real life, and that’s when my morally confused, religiously conditioned brain kicked in. We came from different faiths, and instead of being honest about my fear, I started backing away while pretending it was for her own good.

Obviously, that didn’t go well.

She got hurt, got angry, and disappeared from my life completely. To this day I still hate myself for fumbling something that genuine. Imagine opening yourself up to someone only for them to suddenly pull away because of “culture” and “religion.” She probably felt insulted that it came from someone as pathetic as me.

Now I’m a completely different person. Sometimes I genuinely wonder if she was the person I was actually supposed to end up with. But life moves on, people drift apart, and some doors never reopen.

I’ve tried reaching out to her a few times over the years, but she never replied.

Fair enough. I probably didn’t deserve a reply.

In case you’re somehow reading this:

“Remember, remember, the fifth of November ❤️”

Here’s a cleaner, more natural version with your intro and outro included, and without the dashes:

So I’m a 30+ guy, and I’ve been thinking about sharing some of my little escapades from my 20s up to now. Nothing too hardcore, mostly soft stuff, first base, second base kind of moments. Just experiences that stuck with me over time.

About me first. I’d say I’m pretty average looking, maybe a 6.5 on a good day. Around 6 feet tall, not really athletic but not out of shape either, somewhere around 80+ kg. Brown guy, pretty normal overall.

My first ever experience like this happened on a bus.

Back then I was working and commuting a lot, so buses were a big part of my daily routine. One day I got a seat, and at the next stop a woman in her thirties sat next to me. She was wearing a saree, slightly plump, not someone I would have usually noticed much, but something about the moment just stayed with me. Maybe it was the heat, the closeness, or just being young and hyper aware of everything.

We were sitting close, like you usually are in a crowded bus. At some point my hands were resting across my stomach, and my fingers lightly brushed against the bare skin at her side. It felt accidental at first. I paused, half expecting her to react, but she didn’t.

After a bit, it happened again. This time I was more aware of it. Still subtle, still hesitant. There was this strange tension in the air, like something unspoken. She didn’t move away. If anything, she shifted slightly in a way that didn’t shut it down.

That gave me a bit more confidence, and I slowly got bolder. Nothing rushed, just small movements, testing boundaries in that moment. My heart was racing the whole time. The bus was full, people everywhere, and yet it felt like we were in our own little bubble.

By the time my stop came, I didn’t even fully process what had happened. As I got up to leave, I slipped her my number on a small piece of paper and got down.

Funny thing is, I barely remember her face now.

She did text me later, but I ended up ghosting her the very next day. She came across a bit too intense, and I guess I wasn’t ready for anything more.

Still, that moment stuck with me. It was my first real experience of that kind of tension and closeness with someone.

Let me know what you think. If people are interested, I might share more of these episodes I’ve had with different women over the years.