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I'm married and 60 years old and have been sleeping with a neighbor girl who is 19. I know it's stupid but Zoe is so damn hot and gives me anything I want including anal. My wife does not do that but Zoe does. She also likes to give me blow jobs incessently. Damn I don't want to get caught with girl too young for my son to date but I can't stop seeing her.
I'm 30 years old latina and have been married for three years. For the past year we have been trying to get pregnant with no luck. This week I just found out that i'm pregnant. Problem is that two weeks ago I attended a conference for my company where I had to stay overnight. That evening my boss and I had dinner where we had a bottle of wine then afterward went to the bar for a couple more drinks. I then made the mistake of going back to his room for a nightcap where we ended up kissing which led to us sleeping together having unprotected intercourse. Now I have no idea whos baby I'm carrying but suspect it's his since my husband and I were having trouble conceiving.what i do now??
When I was around 18 I met this girl and we had instant sexual chemistry. We tried to get into a relationship but it quickly became apparent that we would only work sexually. This girl was hornier than I have ever seen. What started as hours of phone sex every night turned into weekly and then even more regular hook ups which involved making out, and lots and lots of kinky hot sex, it all sorts of places. Her house, in a park, public toilets, even behind a delivery van while the driver made a delivery. This went on for 2/3 years and while this was going on she had a few relationships but we never stopped and the boyfriends never knew. We we're just 'close friends'. We actually had become really close friends who also were fuck buddys. Both of our sexual libido was sky high, we would fuck for hours and hours and do all sorts of positions and we would never tire. I would fuck her and then drop her off to her boyfriend and then pick her up once she had been on her date to fuck her again.
When I was around 21, so after 3 years I had a job out of town and we stopped talking so much and our lives drifted apart. She met this guy who was a virgin and started up a relationship with him, lucky guy. We would talk/meet up maybe once a month and hook up and when we did talk it was like nothing had changed and we would talk everyday. She would tell me everything about her boyfriend and their sex life, and we would reminisce about our marathons and all the roleplaying we did.
A couple of years passed and we drifted further apart and stopped seeing each other, and talking maybe upto 10 times a year. We still had chemistry and when we did talk it would go on for hours and we would always end up talking dirty.
4 years after she got with this guy they got engaged to get married. A few weeks before the wedding we were talking and she said she would no longer be talking to me anymore. We decided to meet up for one last time for old times sake and boy was it worth the while. We met at a hotel and I think we must have fucked for 6-7 hours.
At this point I had also got into a relationship and after a year and a half it had gotten quite serious.
Here's where it gets interesting, the girl I was going out went to university with my fuck buddy and they had been friends for the last 3 years! I had told my girlfriend I knew this girl and we had a bit of history but she doesn't know the extent of it or how much we both still craved each other.
I was invited to my lover's wedding and it was quite awkward. I could just picture her naked and imagining me doing all sorts of things with her on the stage and all over the hall.
Since then we have spoken a few times and again the conversations go on for hours, however we have not hooked up since she got married. We both have admitted we really want to and both admitted than neither of our sex lives are anything like they were with each other but we both love our partners very much.
We know we will never have relationship its just sex. I know we will probably have an opportunity soon and I can wait to fuck her brains out.
I feel guilty but my feelings to be intimate and very overpowering compared to the guilty feelings.
I have cheated on my girlfriend emotionally and physically more times than I can count. I am a female and I've had sex with multiple men and women since being with my girlfriend of soon to be 5 months. This seems to be a repeated pattern for me. I get a girlfriend. I think I love them and sit in the gooey stage until I get bored and go looking for more and I have been doing this since I was 14.
Where I went to high school in Idaho I was a solid 7.5 on the hotness scale. I'm not exactly what you would call pretty (nose too big) or skinny (butt too big) or rich. But if you picked 4 girls at random from my class and one of them was me, on average one of the 4 would hotter than me and the other two less hot. So 7.5 exactly :) I'm sort of shy too in a way that leads to social awkwardness, especially around girls that I perceive to be a rung or too above me on the social ladder. And I'm ridiculously shy around especially attractive guys.
These minor personal issues didn't pose a huge problem in the small town where I grew up. The median level of hotness and richness there was, let's say, moderate. So I was fairly comfortable around most people most of the time. Plus I had known a lot of them since I was a little kid, so they tended to see beyond my awkwardness because they were used to me. I wasn't a big party girl or a hot item on the hook-up scene. But I had some good friends and a couple of different passably cool boyfriends during my time in high school. I even had sex a few times. Six times total, to be exact. Always with an official boyfriend, though. My boyfriends, that is, not somebody else's.
When I started my freshman year of college in SoCal, though, the situation was, um, different. It was just a regular state university, but nonetheless it quickly became apparent that I was a chubby hick by comparison to the average girl there. The cool kids table was well out of reach. There were girls running around who were so thin it looked like they might break if they bent over to tie their $300 sneakers. There was a beautiful girl in my dorm who had a big tattoo on her neck and also had a red Ferrari kept off campus in a private garage. She had a valet number she could call and they'd bring it to wherever she happened to be when she was in the mood to drive it. There were so many girls (and some guys) who had had plastic surgery done that sometimes I'd look around a room and imagine I was surrounded by robots or space aliens. OK, so I'm exaggerating a little. (not about Ferrari-girl tho - she's real, :) but the point is I felt like an idiot at first trying to talk to people and make friends. So of course I tried too hard which made it worse.
The first two weeks in the new dorm didn't go super well. The problem was compounded by the fact that everybody but me had a roommate. This made me seem weird to my dorm neighbors. Like maybe I had killed my roommate and eaten her or something. And it also caused me to spend many hours alone in my room for the first time in my life. In Idaho I shared a room with my two younger sisters. I spent years wishing for more alone time, but when it finally came, not so great. True, I was able to rub one out whenever I wanted for that two weeks, but I was too depressed and freaked out to really enjoy it. Ok, I guess it would be more true to say that I enjoyed it quite a lot while I was doing it, but the end result was just me feeling sadder.
On Monday of my third week in Cally my roommate finally showed up. I was hoping somehow that fate would send me a nerdy small town girl to be my bff. So my heart sank a little when Key walked in. She was (probably still is) tiny, beautiful, confident. Her clothes were casual and also amazing. She's half Persian, from Orange County, perfectly golden colored,long straight brown hair, huge green eyes. Standing next to her made me feel like an inferior knock-off brand of human, and I could hear the fear and clumsiness in my own voice from the second I said hello to her. My mind raced looking for a solution that would free me from my paralyzing discomfort. How can I sleep five feet away from this exquisite person? Maybe I could buy a tent and live under the oak tree on the quad, crying in my sleeping bag and mumbling to myself while I flick my bean like a crazy homeless lady?
But Key did save me after all. She had a sort of magical charisma about her that quickly made me feel more at ease. Even when I stuttered or said something stupid she didn't eye-roll or condescend to me like other 18 year old females would have. She treated me like a friend from the start, really listened to me. I believe she genuinely liked me. I was kind of approaching a crisis point before she came but because of her everything suddenly seemed ok. I'll be grateful to her forever for that.
In Idaho the social order was that kids tended to pair off into couples in the last two years of highschool, but in my new home folks didn't mostly seem to be doing the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. So I was surprised to find out that Key actually did have a serious boyfriend, that she was even semi-planning on marrying someday. I wasn't surprised, though, when I saw a picture of him and discovered that he was also incredibly beautiful. 6'3, perfect teeth, perfect everything, not a single blond hair out of place. His perfect dick was not on display in the picture but I knew it was still perfect anyway. How could it not be?
Kyle wasn't around that much because he tended to stay busy indoor rock climbing and outdoor racing mountain bikes. I assumed he was also probably bottle-feeding endangered baby animals and possibly working to cure cancer as well. He was just so beautiful and impressive that I could only imagine him doing things that benefited all mankind. Ok, truth be told I also got pretty good at imagining him fucking me doggy style on a bearskin rug in a very exclusive ski lodge I made up:P
But of course I was terrified of him. The worst thing was that I sort of loved him at first sight, so I was afraid that if I was too nice to him my secret love for him would be revealed. Then I'd be exposed as a pathetic failed boyfriend-stealer and forced to buy that tent. But he was super nice and friendly to me, so being stand-offish just didn't work. Accustomed, I'm sure, to girls melting rather than resisting his charm he never even seemed to notice my obvious fear of him. It still baffles me how certain people can do that - win me over with a smile and make me open up despite my best efforts to the contrary. It's like witchcraft.
So after a month of college I was in a much better headspace. Key and I would talk for hours sometimes about hopes and dreams and whatnot and I gradually began it realize that she was (probably still is) human in most respects despite appearances to the contrary. She missed her dog, she was annoyed and even a little jealous that a friend at another college was flirt-texting Kyle, that kind of stuff. But what happened next totally threw me for a loop.
Key had this annual first of October 5 day family Disney trip coming up. This was something she had been doing with her mom and her grandmother and her aunts since like birth or whatever. Totally obligatory and uncancellable. But she didn't want to leave Kyle alone for five days. He couldn't go because it was a strictly and emphatically girls-only tradition. And to top it off his birthday fell slap in the middle of the trip dates.
Key thought about it and decided that Kyle would almost certainly cheat on her while she was gone, and then she would have to remove him at least temporarily from the boyfriend position on general principles. This would put her semi-plan to marry him in serious jeopardy.
I thought she was wrong about the whole thing. She had no evidence that Kyle ever had cheated on her, or ever would. Plus if he wanted to cheat he'd just do it. Her going to see Mickey Mouse or not didn't really have anything to do with it. It was just a fake problem she had made up for herself. Not what I expected from her. More like the sort of paranoid fantasy that I would dream up to torture myself with.
But when I gave her my opinion she said maybe that was true but why take a chance?
So her first thought was that I should "keep an eye" on Kyle while she was gone. What does that even mean? I asked. Kyle and I get along great but we don't hang out without you. There's no scenario where me "keeping an eye" on him would be anything but obviously weird. She knew I was right, but I could see from the look on her face the wheels were still turning. So I'll tell him he is required to hang out with you while I'm gone she said. And you'll take him to his stupid Sushi place on his birthday. And... She paused for a moment. More wheels turning. You'll love the stupid sushi no matter how gross it is because it's his birthday, and then you'll suck his dick, also because it's his birthday.
This last bit was quite unexpected. Surreal even. It was one of those situations where yes or no were both the wrong answer, and not answering at all would be even worse. So I said ok. But I had a way out, or so I thought. I added "but I'm pretty sure that's not something he wants to happen. So I'll offer but he'll probably say no." I was thinking that I would not offer and he would not ask, and all good. Danger averted.
Maybe you are right she said. At those words I unclenched my butt and relaxed a little. I'm going to call him when he get back down from the mountain and ask him. Re-clench! I opened my mouth to object but the look on her face told me it was time to shut up.
She left and I spent the next three hours in a state of abject panic. If he says no thank you, rejection and major humiliation. If he says yes thank you my fail blowjob skills will ruin his birthday, Key will hate me for not refusing to do it in the first place, major humiliation, move into tent. And plus I had never even tried sushi lol.
Key came back eventually. Ok, it's on. She said nonchalantly. Before I could open my mouth she started thanking me and saying what a great friend I was being and just generally making it absolutely impossible to weasel out gracefully. So I didn't even try.
The birthday was the third night after Key had left, but Kyle came over within an hour after she walked out our door.
It was by far the best sex of my life, and it just kept on happening and happening. I hadn't had sex with another human in like six months at that point, and I definitely hadn't ever had a true athletic pounding like Kyle gave me. Didn't realize that kind of sex was even a real thing, if that makes any sense. That first night he came four times and I came at least seven. I've never been what you'd call highly skilled or experienced in the sex department, but I do orgasm easily and often, so that usually keeps it fun for as long as it lasts. It lasted a lot! Next night same. On the birthday night I ate the sushi successfully by not breathing through my nose too much so as to avoid tasting it. Afterward I sucked his dick a little to warm up and then let him fuck me in the butt. That hurt like hell honestly but I was a good sport about it. I had tried practicing earlier in the day with an object of comparable size and shape to his jojo and that went ok. But I guess it hurts less when you are doing it to yourself vs. someone else doing it to you. It was my first and last time for that activity. He blew his load up my ass, though, so mission accomplished. The part where I had to sit on a towel for a bit with cum dripping out of my butthole waiting for him to wash my shit off his cock in the tiny dorm sink was not super romantic. But overall we had fun.
Key had really only authorized the one blowjob so I was a little worried that there might be issues when she got back. Of course she would hear that Kyle spent the night at our room every night. There are no secrets in a dorm. But when she got back she just winked at me and thanked me and started showing me Disney pics on her phone. Believe it or not we never really talked about the borrowed boyfriend week at all. And if anything she was nicer to me and as good a friend as she'd always been.
If I had to guess why I'd say it's because she felt a little guilty about the whole thing. I mean, she pimped me out! She knew I'd do what she asked because I was grateful for her friendship and still a little bit in awe of her. She also no doubt picked me specifically because I was ultimately no threat. Guys like Kyle fuck girls like me sometimes, but they don't dump their beautiful girlfriend for us, except in sappy romcoms. Those same reasons are why I never felt guilty about banging her guy front back and sideways while I had the chance.
So epilogue: Like another month later Key asked me if I'd be interested in having a three-way with her and Kyle. Not bi much and I have never licked a pussy before. But honestly I'd be willing to try it under the perfect circumstances. Hers would probably taste like fresh picked strawberries or something lol. Her asking made me feel good because I knew it had to be Kyle's idea. Threesomes are always the guy's idea true facts. So I must have done something right that birthday week! But I said no to the threesome. No way I'm gonna be naked in the same room with Key - at least not with a beautiful guy there. That's not a comparison I'm trying to invite lol.
I did spank-bank it, though. Didn't really happen but it could have. And when I wank to the fantasy version I can make myself way less fat and insecure than I would have been doing it for real!
I have been cheating on my husband with my ex since before we were married. Actually it started not long after we started dating.
He came to me and said that he regretted breaking up with me in the first place and that he wanted to get back with me so I told him where to go. My boyfriend was better in bed and more considerate of my needs anyway so I had no reason to go back to him.
Not long after that he got a new girlfriend and so he stopped chasing me and I didn't think anything more of it.
Then about six months later I was talking to some of my girl friends and one of them told me that my ex had been cheating on his current girlfriend with her. The two of them had actually dated years ago and he always pined for her so this wasn't much of a surprise. Especially as I always had a strong feeling they were having sex behind my back when we were dating. Any way she said that he had learned a lot from his new girlfriend who was older and more experienced. She talked for almost an hour about how good he was in bed and how forceful he had become.
This all made me laugh because he was anything but forcful before. He was really clumsy and would apologise every time he thrust a little hard. But the idea that he was now this dominant man in bed did get me a little turned on.
It was only a day later that I went round to my ex's house while my boyfriend was at work. We've been sleeping together ever since.
He still has his girlfriend and as I said I'm now married. If he left his girlfriend I'd go with him in an instant but I've had to settle for second best. I suppose I do still love my husband in a way but not how I did when we got together. The only time we have any fun in the bedroom any more is when we have threesomes or if he lets me use toys.
I hate my ex's girlfriend. She is the only reason I have to live like this.
I'm leaving my wife today. She doesn't know it yet. I said I forgave her the first time she cheated. I tried to and I wanted to. She did it again. Im done.
I have a confession to make.
I've been sleeping with my friends husband. We've been friends for 4 years. When me and her started to become friends she told me that her and her husband had been going through a rough patch because her husband had an affair.
One time they had a house party and everyone was really drunk and I ended up talking to her husband about his affair. He told me that there were problems in the marriage since they had kids, he kept trying to make time for just them but she won't even take a few hours away from the kids so they never have sex or when they do it's quiet and boring. He also said the girl was his type - blonde, curvy with fake tits, which describes me too (his wife also told me this another time so he wasn't lying about how she looked) He tried to start the affair again but the girl wasn't interested and he hasn't done it since. I was drunk too and admitted that his stories about him and the girl having all this wild and secret sex was a turn on.
From then we'd always had a flirty relationship but nothing happened and never in front of his wife. It was obvious though that we wanted each other but nothing could happen.Still though me and his wife started to hang out more.
His wife works as a florist from home and one weekend she was taking her kids away to her mothers so her husband would be home alone, I arranged in advance for her to make me some flowers and I would pick them up when she was away. I didn't think anything would happen but I liked the thrill of the flirting.
The night I went round I wore a tight and low cut dress and pretended I was so dressed up because I'd been out for dinner. He couldn't keep his eyes off me and we hung out for a bit talking and then he asked me about my love life. I said I was single and jokingly asked him to set me up with a friend and he said no, he'd get jealous. I said you're a married man and shouldn't be talking like that, he said "my wife isn't here to tell me not to" and that was all I needed. I grabbed him by his tie and we kissed. The kiss was amazing and he couldn't stop touching me all over. He said that he'd waited too long to do this and that he hoped I was going to be a good girl. He pressed me up against the kitchen work top and pulled my dress so my tits were out and he sucked them. He said he missed having a big pair of tits to play with and his wife's were too small. I laughed and told him to keep sucking them. We stayed in the kitchen for a bit kissing and groping and then he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to the stairs, we kissed again and I told him that he better fuck me good.
We ran up the stairs and made our way to their bedroom, as soon as we got in we ripped each other's clothes off and he threw me on the bed.
He went down on me twice and it was amazing (twice before we even got to fucking!) once when I was lying on my back and the second I sat on his face. I literally screamed the whole time, he was so eager to eat me it was amazing. The sex was insane, we did it twice. The first time he was on top and then I was and the second we did it doggy style, plus we did anal. When I said to him "bet she doesn't let you fuck her ass?" He practically jumped off the bed to get lube. He's very big and felt so good. I moaned and screamed and he was groaning so loud and kept shouting that I was amazing at fucking,that I was a hot bitch and also things like my tits are amazing and "she doesn't fuck this good"- anytime he talked shit about his wife I laughed and he loved it. The sex was so rough and fast that the sheets came off the bed, we soaked them with sweat, the bed moved away from the wall and we also knocked over the bedside table which had their wedding photo on.
After all the sex we stayed in bed kissing and touching but eventually I left.
That was about a week ago and in a few days we're going to meet up at mine and have round 2.
I don't give a shit about his wife, she doesn't deserve him. He is hot and rich and she won't ever make time for them... Well don't worry. I will.
There is no difference if you cheat on your girlfriend or not. It simply does not matter. If you are loyal and faithful to her, she will talk down to you anyway and accuse you of cheating "with that b*itch". Does not matter if it is the truth or not. Of course, denying it does not help the matter either. She will not believe you. Period. You start to fight and eventually break up because there is no trust between you two.
And if you cheat and the truth comes out, you are at the same point as if you would have told the truth right from the beginning.
It just does not make sense and it definitely does not matter.
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The best sex I've ever had was at my neighbor's summer party last year. I had been fucking his wife for months leading up to the party and, once the drinks started flowing, we were both feeling it. We snuck into the house, into the guest bedroom and had the most physical, rough, passionate quickie I've ever imagined. Her legs were wrapped around me with her back on the bed and I just barreled into her until I came. It was so hard to stay quiet and at one point I even had to put my left hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds too. So hot. I put my pants back on, fixed my hair and walked back outside. She came back outside a couple minutes later. No one had any clue and we're still fucking at least once a week over a year later.
So my boyfriend is sleeping with another girl and he thinks I don’t know but the girl just so happens to be my best friend. Well ex best friend now. But they have been active in my BED MINE. Wtaf. Also it’s been going on for months now. He & I have been together for 1 1/2 year 😑
I'm going to jump right to it. I exchanged photos with my best friends husband.
He was wanting to know what I look like naked so I showed him and I was curious to see what his junk looked like.
Well it didn't stop there he was saying how he wanted to do sexual stuff with me. I wasn't going that far. Even before all that he swore he wouldn't tell anyone. But here I am with my best friend not talking to me and don't even wanna try to hear my side of things. Her husband didn't even mention the fact he was talking about having sex with me! I'm lost about how to fix this.
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I have cheated on every single one of my relationships.
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A month ago I woke up at midnight to drink water as I am passing by my mom room I listened to her moaning and voices fuck me harder coming from her I couldn't inquire because when she sleeps she locks her door and I get shocked because my father wasn't at home. But I thought maybe she is masturbating or doing something like that but recently I saw my driver spanking her ass while she was making breakfast for me and my mom is ok with it.
Was in my 100lv in the university
And then I was in my room that night lonely and bored when I picked up my phone and then began to chat with my friends online
Luckily for me that day there is this beautiful girl that stay up of my lodge with her twin brother, she was online and she chatted me up and I told her I am lonely and bored
And then she asked if she can come over, I said okay, few minutes later she texted me saying she was downstairs, I thought she was lying and then she threatened to go back if I don’t open the door, I then open the door and she came in, she lay on my bed I was so shy I was pressing my phone and she too was all over her phone! I stylishly lay my head on her breast and then she sighed and called me a bad boy I just laughed 😂
And then I started massaging her and kissing her
Gosh! She was so warm and clean! I then started sucking her nipples they were so soft and standing 🙈
She didn’t try to stop me for once
I then pulled down her shorts and began to finger her! She was so wet and was moaning gently, I then undressed myself and nest was my huge cock in her tight pussy! I was so luck my home theater was on with loud music when she moaned loudly! We fucked for long and then we slept of in each other’s arms
When it was morning she had to sneak out of my rooms so other students won’t see her
We fucked several times after and then
She texted me that she wants to focus on her boyfriend which I did left her to do so
But the sex was mad!
I'm a married man and I have been cheating with my coworker who is also married, 10 years older than me and with a kid. It started out just talking, joking sexual humor and the subtle comments, compliments. That progressed to dirty texts and sending pictures even videos to each other. Eventually it led to us making out in the backseat, getting head and eventually getting a hotel room for sex. We both love our spouses. its just for fun, we don't want to be in a relationship with each other. Its just physical.
I'm a 20 year old guy. I've been with my girlfriend for 3 years. We're unbelievably close and have basically planned out lives together. But I can't help but feel that she's not the one. I've had a few drunken kisses with a few girls and a one night stand with a close friend. None of which she knows about, and all of them I feel terrible about. I know if I tell her she'll dump me. But I also know (almost for sure) that if we break up she will kill herself. I obviously don't want that to happen but I can't help but think about other girls.
The cheating on my wife isn't really the worst of it. Last night I made out and then had my best friends fiancé (I am their best man) suck my dick. I think I'm a pretty bad person right now....
I'm having an affair with my best friend's husband. She knows about it, and is okay with it. She even joins us sometimes. But my husband has no idea. I let him have an affair a couple of years ago. So I figured fair was fair. It was only a one night stand though, with his hot young secretary. They were going on a business trip, and I could tell he was into her and she was into him. So I told him if she wanted him, they could have one night together. It'd be his 'freebie'. He never told me I could do the same, but I've never really asked him either. We sneak around while my husband's at work. Her husband's dick is bigger, and he can make me cum while my husband can only do it sometimes. I love wearing his wife's lingerie. We're both about the same size, though my tits are bigger so I fill it out a little better. I always put on a lot of perfume, so his wife can smell my scent on him when she gets home. Sometimes she comes home a little early, and walks in on us. She likes to watch, and then eat his cum out of my pussy. The two of them have an open relationship, and it's what I want -- but I'm afraid it's not what my husband wants.
My boyfriend and I have basically been together for three years. Two years older than me, we met in Highschool. Let me just say, he's the love of my life. He's an ambitious and hard worker and cares passionately about me and my happiness. Not only that, but hes fantastic in bed. I've yet to meet a man that is a better fuck than he is. I'm very happy.
Last year, we took a break. We reached a very hard part in our relationship and consequently broke up for about 10 months. (We never stopped seeing eachother and never stopped fucking, so nowadays we just pretend the breakup didn't happen.)
However, in this time I hooked up with a friend of mine, L. First time happened at a party. We were both drunk, he was complaining about his girlfriend, I was complaining about being single, then suddenly we're making out and now I was bent against a tree. He was good at it too, smaller than what I was used to but the way he kissed me and the way he used his hands left me reminiscing for months. We would hook up a second time on New Years, four months later.
My boyfriend and I rekindled our relationship a month later, but the hook ups with L haven't stopped. Only a couple times, they've all been drunken escapades except for the most recent event, which went down with both of us sober. We spent the night at our friends house, fucked in the kitchen and shared a bed together. It was so nice.
Its been days since, and the guilt is eating me alive. I am in no way romantically attracted to L, and wish deeply to marry my boyfriend some day, but how can I say that when I'm cheating?? CHEATING!?. I feel awful about it, I want to be true to him and be faithful, but L and I just have this lustful connection I just can't say no to...
I cant imagine losing my boyfriend again, for real this time. I know if he were to find out, its game over. I just can't do that, its been my worst secret.
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