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I cheated. I want this to be about brutal honesty, so I will tell you the truth. I cheated on my ex, and I would never do it again.
It was a hot summer day and a few of my friends and I were bored. I was 18, and I had the day off for the first time in what felt like forever. My love at the time was out of town. I was with three of my girl friends and two boys. One of them I'd just met that day- I'll call him A. A was fucking hot, strong and tall with a face that settled in a smirk and eyes that seemed to read your mind.
I didn't love A, but I wanted him, from the minute our eyes met. I could see the desire in his eyes as well. The fact that I had a boyfriend only seemed to make him want me more. I didn't know at the time, but he had a girlfriend as well.
I hope she's doing okay now.
We ended up playing truth or dare (as 18-year-olds do) and by the end, most of us were fairly nude. Someone dared A to kiss me. He did, no hesitation, squeezing my bare breast with one hand and grabbing my hair with the other. It drove me mad.
We waited until everyone else left. We were at his house, and his parents were gone for the weekend. The sex was absolutely incredible. He made me come three times, which was more than my ex had ever done in one day.
He was a freak, and so was I, ready to experiment and try out new things. I wanted him so badly I became comfortably submissive to him.
He gagged me and tied my arms to a chair while he ate me out. It was so damn sexy, the way he commanded my body. He repeatedly led me to the brink of orgasm and stopped just before I came, just to torture me. When I finally did come, I melted in his mouth. I'm not a squirter, but I was so fucking wet, it was all over the hardwood floor. He untied me and ungagged me, and pressed his cock against my lips. I closed my mouth hard, wanting to tease him, to make him want me.
I very gently licked the tip of his manhood, and he tried to thrust it into my mouth but I closed my lips and kissed his dick instead. I slowly licked from the base of his cock to the tip several times before I finally took it into my mouth.
I've always been good at giving head because I have no gag reflex. When I deep throated him, he moaned loudly. He thrust his cock deeper into my throat, flexing. I loved the tears that squeezed themselves out of my eyes.
Finally, after all the anticipation and games, he fucked me. His cock was much larger than my boyfriend's, and I was shocked when he penetrated me.
The sex satiated a hunger I didn't even know I had. You may think I'm a whore, and that's okay. I would never do it to someone again. I experienced a lot of guilt and heartache after, but do I honestly think that at 18 I was wrong to want to try something different? No. Quite honestly I don't think it was wrong. I think the man I was with was wrong for me, and I knew it somewhere deep down.
E, my ex-lover, if you're reading this, I'm sorry.