We matched on Tinder, but he didn’t conceal his face like so many other married men do. So I assumed he wasn’t.
We met for coffee. And then the next time for tacos. And then this last time for more tacos. Not once did he mention his faith in God. Moreover, he never mentioned his wife or his kids. He wore no ring, not even a ring tan.
He finally told me he was married this time. And an active member of a church. And had a son and a daughter. And I’m a stupid skank, because not only do I not give a fuck, but the danger factor turns me on.
This may be controversial but one thing I found attractive was his lack of fear about COVID. It made him more sensual, more willing to take on a risk. Hell, he already is doing something exceptionally risky; why not? If you’re going to judge me, know that we were responsible and wore masks when necessary. It was our third date and we felt comfortable with it.
Except when he kissed me at the end of the night. He picked me up and rubbed my pussy through my flare pants and made our feverishly with me. His aftershave smelled so masculine. I told him to go home so his wife wouldn’t get suspicious since he’d smell like my perfume. He spanked me when he left. But he texted me saying how hard he was. I told him how wet I was. I’ve been thinking about him all night.
Ugh why does this keep happening to me!? ??
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ircdy8/found_out_last_night_im_f27_dating_a_married
The heart (and crotch) wants what it wants