Unless They Honestly Never Cheated Before, I Assume That The Chance For The Opportunity Is The Primary

Addiction feels like a curse sometimes.  On one hand, I absolutely love the taste and touch of a new woman.  Feeling her excitement pour into me and just drink that raw energy.  On the other hand, the desire for it consumes so much of my thoughts and time as I pursue it!

So hot. I’d love to get a woman to wear it for me before she wears it on her wedding day. That’s still a goal and something I haven’t done yet.

She wore her bridal lingerie for another man..

Valentine’s Day

Great evening for meeting single women.  I went out by myself, looking for single women that were either alone or with friends that were protesting Valentine’s Day.  I met a few women and exchanged information.  It wasn’t until I was on my way home that one of the women I met texted me, said it was great to meet me and asked what I was up to.  She was on her way home as well, but wanted to meet up.  Typical for women showing more interest and advancing the moment when separated from friends.

I told her I was going home, but she was welcome to come hang out for a bit, so she met me at my place.  Flirting only lasted so long before we started kissing and had our hands all over one another.  I fucked her on my couch and she spent the night.

She is single, so no taboo there.  We fucked again this morning, I made breakfast, and it made things less awkward as we got dressed for the day.

Suffice to say, she was late for work.

Those worlds can live completely separate from one another without intersecting. There is no reason for you to give up your passion to fuck other men just because you're a mom or wife.

Dress up for me in ways you don’t for your husband. Maybe he doesn’t pay attention when you do. Maybe it doesn’t make you feel sexy to do it for him. Maybe he doesn’t rip it off you the way I do to take what I want.

I can tell, you’re not doing that on purpose at all.  Your slow clicks; pretending to peruse some content.  You intentionally burn seconds and play with your hair, pretending to sound miffed, like you are having trouble with something.  The look you give me over your shoulder as I catch your eyes says that you know you’ve been caught.  I say something innocuous that couldn’t be misconstrued as harassment, like, “we should get a drink.”  It lets you know that I am on to your game.  I don’t ask; I say.  Asking gives you an out.  Saying and stating lets you know that I know you’re a coward if you end your flirting right there.  Make an excuse to your boss why we need to step away.  Tell your husband that you’re working late.  I don’t give a shit.  Figure it out and feel your heart pound as you meet me for that drink.

Crawl to me.  Dress up in ways you may never have before.  Play a role with me and explore your fantasies.  You’re mine and you will demonstrate it.

Sex with an ex

I had a booty call with an ex this weekend. It was planned. She was out with the girls and her husband was gone for the weekend. She came over and was dressed like a slut. She stayed the night on Saturday and we continued the fun into Sunday.

She was on the phone with her husband, on Sunday morning, and I slid up behind her and into her. It was great.

I fucking love lingerie like this. I have a collection I've invested in for women over time and I love it!

Business Trip Cheaters

I flew into a town for business last night and met a new, gorgeous, married friend at the bar at night.  After an hour and a half of chatting her up by herself, she agreed to come up to my room “see how I fold my dress shirts without them getting wrinkled.”

We never looked at my folding job in my room.  We were already kissing in the elevator.  Within three hours of meeting her, I had my cock deep in her tight, cheating pussy.