(Nope, they’re in the right order. Might want to keep scrolling if you’re quick to get queasy…)
Over the years I’ve only kept in contact with one of my ex boyfriends. My husband knew about it and was never too concerned.
Daryl and I were never really serious. To be honest, our relationship was mostly sexual. Partly because he was a cutie, but mostly because he was a SEX MACHINE!!! There were weekends where he would lock me in his room and he would ravage me the entire time. We were older now, and had spouses. But, sometimes it was fun to reminisce.
One night we were messaging as I was wandering the house doing chores. I had a couple of glasses of wine down and the conversation got a little dirty. He asked me what my biggest fantasy was, and in return, he would confess his. I agreed and told him that mine, at the time, was to bring another girl into bed with my husband (I put a checkmark next to that one eventually). And after some reassuring that I wouldn’t think he was a sicko, he told me his.