“So I met this guy off Tinder and we clicked so fast. A month later I decided to go over to his place and finally have sex with him because I couldn’t take it anymore and the dick pics were pretty damn amazing. When I finally got to his place, he came down from his apartment, opened the door and let me in. I was walking up the stairs when he said “Sorry, I can’t help it. Your ass is so damn amazing.” Yeah he touched it. Then we get in his apartment, through text his intentions were to chill.


He had Netflix all set up and popcorn made. He hugged me, and within 5 minutes I was giving him the blowjob of his life which later led to sex. Now, when we first started having sex it was almost 9. It was the best sex of my life. I ended up staying the night and got no sleep because we had sex the whole damn night. After each time we were done, we would cuddle up and take a mini nap before we would go at it again. That morning I woke him up with a blowjob and we made out as I was leaving, that led to sex on the couch. I left so pleased and I knew I wanted more of that.


I’m very busy with work and school so I couldn’t meet up with him as much as I liked. We would get together usually on Fridays or Saturday nights and have sex/”hang out”. Now, I didn’t mention this but he was a little older than me. He was 25 and I was at the time 19 almost 20. I tried changing my schedule around and using my time wisely so I could have sex with him during the week, because quite honestly I was always stressed and never had fun. 3 weeks later I started seeing him a least 3 times a week. I already said the sex is amazing but he was also sweet even though he would treat me like a little slut in bed which I won’t complain about.


A good month passed and I find out a few things along the way. 1. He was an active drug dealer. Now I don’t mean a petty drug dealer. He was getting shipments straight from California using the government operated mail. I was there to witness a delivery and the opening of the big box. 2. The worst thing, I found out he was married. I was a little hurt and stopped talking to him. But the more I thought about it, the less I cared because I knew what we had was sex, and it was great sex.


So I stopped acting like a little bitch and went back for more because at the end of the day, it wasn’t my marriage and he decided to continue with me too. Sex became better, more screaming and more rough. Loved it. And then out of no where, one day he tells me he’s getting a divorce. He clarifies… he got divorced. And after he finished talking, I got up and grabbed my purse running out of his apmt. He wanted to make “us” a real thing. He didn’t want me to see other people.


That may seem amazing but what I heard was “I got a divorce for you.” and I also heard “Even though I’m a cheater, I want you.”
So I got out before I could get myself into a bigger mess. I will miss the sex the most.”

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