ive been seeing simon for almost a year now, and when we first hooked up i made it clear that i only wanted one thing from him and that i didnt want our relationship to become emotional. Lo and behold im in love with him but i'll never ever! tell him this or give him any indication of my true feelings... but it feel good to confess this (jst not to him)

i'm officially depressed, i've lost all of my friends, and i've been cutting myself for going on 2 months. I lie to my parents and say i cut myself at work or playing around at some party. i am words away from killing myself. Should life suck to this extent or should i find some type of bright side.

If tarrot cards can really tell the future , before the time of the god was claimed... is it a sin to to know fate?

There are two things that have really made me question myself lately. This is the first: the second I will enter separately. It's just a dream. I dreamt that I slept with (had sex with) my 10-year-old step-daughter. Don't call the police - it'll never happen outside my dream. It was very erotic though, and when I awoke I was very aroused and made love with my wife with an extraordinary passion. How would she (my wife) have felt if she'd known the origin of my passion? What is this thing doing in my head at all? I have never knowingly had such feelings, and, I repeat, would never think of following-up on this dream. I feel, and felt, dirty. This is also the first secret I've kept from my wife, whom I love so much. I can never talk to her about it, can I? If I did, how could it not sow a seed of destructive doubt in her mind? Is it just trivial? Is a dream just a random thing which has no meaning? Or am I harbouring shameful desires about which I'm in denial?

And this is my other one... On the train home last night I learned that I could be unfaithful. I came nowhere near it, but I knew it. The girl opposite was very attractive. I could hardly stop embarrassing myself by gazing. Our eyes met a couple of times. I'm not kidding myself: I'm 50 years old(though a youngish 50). She was under 30 - she's not truly going to be interested in me and I know it. But if I could have, I would have... I love my wife. We have a great sex-life and we're great friends and soulmates. We were meant for each other, and there isn't a day in the week when I don't give some sort of thanks that we found each other. But I would have risked all that last night.

I am in love with my bestfriend, and they don't know how much I'm into them. I've known them a while, and we often have a dirty joke war that goes on between us...but some of the things I say I mean. I've had to watch them go through tough times with their partners and dating attempts, and all I can keep thinking is about how I would never treat them that way. I always support every decision they make (even if i know it's dumb) just because I want them to be happy. It's a shitty existance b/c I know I'm not their type and that we'll probably never be any more than friends. But some how I'm always hoping for a drunken hook-up.

When i was 18 I lived with my girlfriend and she had this dog. It was an old mongrel dog she got from a rescue centre. I hated it because it made the house and me smell of dog. I used to get home before my g/f and throw her shoes away and stuff saying the dog chewed them, and put the sheets in the wash saying the dog urinated on them. Eventually she had the dog put down because i said that it bit me. It never bit me i cut my hand on a knife by accident and just bandaged it up. I left my g/f after 2 years and i never gave the dog a second thought but for some reason this last month i can't get it out of my head. I lie awake at nights thinking about it...him...laddie. Even as i write this i'm in tears but i don't see a way to make this right. I'm not after sympathy because i know i won't get any but i just needed to tell someone!

I am married but had a long term Lover ... we were incredibly compatible sexually and good friends (on the side) ... together we made real our fantasies .. right to the point of swinging and having a 4sum with a wonderful couple .... all was good but her catholic guilt finally got the better of the situation .... we are now apart ... I miss the extra spice to my life and am looking for similar again ... got a few irons in the fire .. is it such a bad thing?