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Taking the next plunge into lust

One day, after a bitter fight with my boyfriend over the phone, I called this guy who had a crush on me and asked him to take me out because I wasn’t feeling too good.

He drove to my place immediately and we went to get a few drinks. I liked this guy a lot because he was always there for me. He cared for me and pampered me, something my boyfriend seemed to have forgotten recently. 

And on the way back home, we shared our first kiss. I really liked it. I invited him back to my place and the next thing I knew, we were making drunken love on my bed.

I felt better than I felt for the last seven years with my boyfriend. I felt weak and passionate, like a fire that has awakened within me. I loved every single emotion I was feeling.

He wasn’t my boyfriend, but I just liked him a lot. But deep inside I loved my own boyfriend and knew this guy could never take my boyfriend’s place. But each time I made love with this guy who had a crush on me, it made me feel good because I felt like I was getting back at my boyfriend for treating me badly. 


Monday, 2 - 07 - 2012