What is wrong with me? Pt. 2 [FM]

I can’t sleep well until I get this off my chest.

In my defense, he never wore a ring. The man who was always available for video chats and consistent days of messaging never showed me any sign of being taken. His words confidently assured me of the opposite, and as I crawled on top of him I had never felt this selfish, entitled feeling like no one had ever and no one could ever belong to me more.

He knew I was more passionate than the women of his past, and I knew he was larger than the men in mine. We didn’t consider condoms, not tonight. Not in our fantasies over the past 1,000+ days. I wanted to feel all of him. I wanted him to know as my nails gripped the one shoulder that wasn’t injured from his heavy camera equipment, I was responding to all that he is. And, I wanted him to know I never lied about believing I would be the tightest he had ever felt.

What is wrong with me?[FM]

I’ve struggled with the decision to write this. What we shared wasn’t **real**, or entirely transparent….but it was passionate, and it was raw, and I still think about you when I touch myself at night. It was an evening that melted into morning, actions etching into my memory that I cannot shake. I don’t know who to tell because they won’t get it as he’s marries, so, here I am.

I met a man online when I was 21. I am now a mere month shy of 25, and he is two months over 50. If you are wondering, I didn’t know his true age upon our first video chat.
*girl, you know what a 50 year old man looks like*
I get it, you may not believe me, but he was an incredibly active cyclist who I can best describe as looking VERY much like Liev Schrieber. Boy, do I like me some Liev.