So, I posted this yesterday and got some early feedback that made me decide to take it down and try again. I cut out a whole lot of the story in the interest of getting to the good parts but I realize now that it detracts from it. Plus, I didn’t want to give myself away, but whatever. So thank you for the feedback, I should have trusted my instincts from the start. Thanks for all the kind comments in my first post, which is here. I used to want to be a writer and while all the comments about how you got off to my story were great, I admit the compliments on my writing made my fucking day. Thanks!
All of that happened on a Friday, so I got to spend the entire weekend thinking about it. There was a big part of me that felt like a terrible person. I'm trying to not harp on this part of the story but its true. I didn't have a boyfriend, so its not like I'm the one who cheated but I still felt like an asshole. So, I was vaccilitating between feeling horny and guilty. It was, without question, the best sexual experience of my life at that point. Sucking his cock hadn't taken the edge off remotely. If anything I wanted to fuck hiim more than I did before.