I’m honestly not sure when it got out of hand. When it got to the point where I’d do just about anything for sex. When the risks became a part of the draw, and it didn’t matter if I was in a relationship, or who might be asleep in the next room, or if anyone had a condom. At some point, I just knew that I needed more sexual activity than one relationship could really provide me with, and cheating became just part of the deal. Or casual sex in general, really. Even when I was single. I just really enjoy fucking a stranger. One of my top five favorite things. Right up there with Blood on the Tracks. I’ve mourned few deaths in my life like that of Craigslist. A haven for the casually minded individual, but somehow cheating was always just… hotter. I’ve done it for years, and I’ve done it successfully, and the worst part is that I fucking like it. I’m good at it. I’m not sure if anything gets me off like fucking someone I shouldn’t. I wish it weren’t that way. Honestly, I do. But here we are.