r/JBSGConfession

Hi all, 28F local Singaporean chinese, C Cup here. Married for 3 years, staying with my in-laws.

Lately, I’ve found myself dealing with a pretty heavy internal dilemma. I’ve developed a bit of a fixation/fantasy involving my father-in-law—specifically imagining him making a move or touching me (groping/fondling) when my husband is out at work.

It started innocently enough, but I noticed he tends to linger with his gaze whenever I’m dressed casually or comfortably at home (things like sports bras, low-cut tops, or crop tops after workouts). I catch him looking whenever I bend over, and since I'm relatively busty and work out regularly, I know my physique probably plays a part in drawing his attention. Even though I know it’s completely inappropriate and taboo, the fantasies have kind of taken on a life of their own.

I’m curious to see if anyone else has navigated something similar, or if I'm just overthinking things:

For the guys: Have you ever caught onto family dynamics like this, or secretly wondered/fantasized about your own dad having thoughts about your wife?

For the girls: Have you ever noticed your father-in-law giving you lecherous stares or making you feel uneasy, and how did you mentally handle it or process those feelings? What are some of your wildest fantasies?

Please be kind and genuine in your comments!

Hi local chn 23 here, 160c.

Always been curious about being owned by a dom.
Love the idea of a guy “taking control” of me.
I want to experience being in submission.

Preferably, looking for a dom who is taller than me, plus point if he is fit muscled.

The idea of my dom towering over me, pinning me down, “using” me and calling me names is a big turn on.

Send me a dm and intro if u are keen, let’s chat first and see if we vibe and match before anything.

No intro no reply :)

I need to confess this somewhere because I can't tell anyone I know.

I met him on an app. 38, married (separated, supposedly), expat working in finance here. I know how this sounds. I know.

But Singapore is so small. The dating pool at uni feels like everyone knows everyone. This was... different. Exciting in a way I couldn't explain.

We met for coffee first. I wore my usual—loose dress, cardigan, the uniform of a good Chinese daughter. He looked at me like he could see through it.

After, he asked if I wanted to see the beach. I knew what he meant. Everyone knows what East Coast Park is for after dark.

His car was parked in the far lot, near the cycling path. When we got in, he didn't say anything. Just reached over and put his hand on my thigh. Higher than polite. I didn't stop him.

I lost my virginity six months ago to a boy from JC who fumbled and apologized the whole time. This was different. He knew exactly what he was doing. Called me a good girl in this accent while he pushed my face into the seat. Told me I was prettier than his wife.

I should have been offended. I wasn't. I was soaked.

The risk of it made it hotter. Singapore is full of cameras, of aunties who notice everything, of reputations that follow you. But in that car, with the windows fogged and the sound of waves outside, I felt completely free.

He dropped me off at the MRT after. I took the train home smelling like him, sitting next to people going about their normal Tuesday night, and I felt this secret burning in my chest.

I've seen him twice since. Same spot. He's rougher now that he knows I can take it.

I know I'm the stereotype—the young Asian girl with daddy issues fucking an older white guy. But god, it makes me feel alive in a way nothing else here does.

Before anyone lectures me about the wife—I know. I'm not proud of everything. I'm just being honest.