[MF] When a lonely mom comes over to pet your dog, she wants to pet your dick instead.

After my ex wife had left me to move back in with her boyfriend I always wondered how people cheat and what it looked like and felt like. Not that I cruised to be a home wrecker, I honestly was in a dark place emotionally and filled that void in my life with plug and play female with the goal of filling them. Hurt people hurt people aaaannnnndddd you don’t want to hear too much sappy emotional nonsense so:

Cruising on random dating apps has its benefits as you’ll find one or two random females that actually exist and not spam bots. She had her name as “Gladys” or some random name but she was latina, milfy, and had a pretty excellent cleavage line so I of course messaged her and we started flirting. Noting sexual or explicit, but she was oddly primed to come over after she wanted to see my dog so she came over for a bit. Nothing happened that night because honestly I didn’t think that this shit actually happened this way. She left, uneventful evening.

Christian in the streets, freak in the sheets [MF]

After a long spell of hookups and FWB and both categories being exhausted, I thought giving an actual date not focused on sex to be something entertaining. Loading up the dating apps specifically for long term relationship I messaged Christy. She was about 5’5″, a little baby weight from her only kid, and she had a very cute face and was into running and sports. She also clearly laid out how much she loved the Jesus. I messaged and after some light flirting she invited me to a house party she was having, offered me her couch to crash if I got too drunk.

I get to her house, she and I hit it off. I’m normally quiet and reserved and she decides the best way to get me going is jager bombs. Which, okay, fuck licorice but I’m not going to refuse. After an hour and a few of these I really have to piss because red bull gives me the piss not wings. I ask her where the bathroom is and she leads me to one. But the way she awkwardly stands in the doorway, I have to brush up against her.