Disclaimers:
1) This is a story about cheating. If it’s against your morals, this is not the right post for you.
2) Secondly, English is not my mother tongue, so I apologize for any mistakes.
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I’ve been with my boyfriend Rob about four beautiful and satisfying years. We met at university studying the same subject — I noticed him during our first seminar together. He had the cutest freckles, a brainy yet sexy look and would ask the most interesting questions.
I wanted to get to know him so I gathered all my courage and approached him right after that first class. We grabbed a drink at the cafeteria and debated heavily on our favorite authors. We were fucking a couple hours later.
Actually, mildy put, we never stopped fucking nor talking eversince. We’re great together — most of our friends say they wish they had a relationship like ours.
Even years later, sex is as good as it ever was. He loves that I unbutton his pants at least once a day and suck him, fiercely, until he comes in my mouth. He considers himself lucky, but in reality, when you find such a great, attentive guy, believe me, you take good care of him.