Obligatory, this happened just happened over the course of the last couple of weeks.

It all started when I matched with this guy, let's call him Martin, on Tinder. We hit it off right away and started chatting for hours on end. He was funny, smart, and incredibly charming. Eventually, we decided to exchange numbers and continue our conversation over text.

One night, things started to get a little heated between us. We were flirting back and forth, and before I knew it, I had sent him a few risqué photos of myself. I trusted him completely, and I knew he wouldn't share them with anyone else.

The next day, I woke up to a barrage of missed calls and text messages from Martin's friends. I was confused and scared, wondering what could have happened. It wasn't until I turned on the news that I found out the truth.

Martin had died in a car accident the previous night. He had been driving home from a friend's house when he lost control of his car and crashed into a tree. The impact was fatal, and he died on the scene.

I was devastated. Martinhad been someone I had just started to get to know, but I felt a deep connection with him. I couldn't believe that he was gone, and I couldn't help but feel guilty for sending him those photos. What if they had somehow distracted him while he was driving? What if he had been looking at them right before the accident?

As if that wasn't bad enough, things took an even darker turn when the police got involved. They found our text conversation and the photos I had sent him, and suddenly I was a suspect in his death. They thought that maybe I had been the one distracting him with the photos, or worse, that I had somehow caused the accident myself.

I was interrogated for hours on end, and it felt like they were trying to pin the blame on me. It was a nightmare. In the end, they ruled his death as an accident and cleared me of any wrongdoing. I just left the police station yesterday

I learned a valuable lesson that day. Sending nudes to someone you barely know is never a good idea. You never know what might happen, and it's just not worth the risk. Rest in peace, Martin.

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TL;DR I sent nudes to a dead guy and ended up as a suspect for his death.