Bed Time stories

Flamingo

As I was chatting with Chevy, i was simultaneously chatting with another guy. His online profile looked hot. He was muscular and with too much sex appeal. I was turned on by his topless picture and imagined him on top of me even before we met. So I decided to give him a go. He was nice on chat and we would talk until late. Our conversation would start with "good mornings" and end with "sleep tight".

I have to admit I was the one who would initiate with the dirty talks. I was leading him on like a horny high-schooler and he would fell for it. After a week of endless chatting, we talked about meeting in a hotel.

As a foreigner, I didn't know that they have different set of rules in this country when checking-in. People had to have either their passports or national ID Card. I have neither when we met that night.

It was so embarrassing. We were literally begging the concierge to just let us pass this one time. It was already past 2 am. Looking at our tired faces, the hotel let us check in. It was summer but the room was freezing. We started talking and undressing. I was overdressed for the meet up. I had on my LBD, full make up and false eyelashes while he was wearing tshirt and jeans. I knew we were a mismatch then but I still went with him because I was already fantacising about sleeping with him most nights.

We started kissing and i started to feel him. His size was average. He didn't last long like I was hoping but we did it many times within a few hours. He was 1 year older than Chevy but still lacking in skills.

This time, it lasted more than one night. I kept seeing him every other weekend in a months until I noticed something weird. One night I received a text from him, GO TO HELL BITCH.
My initial reaction was, WTF?! Goodbye! I blocked him at once. In 2-3 days, I met 2 other guys to be featured in the next parts.

After blocking him, he kept on calling me for days. He even followed me home one. He kept saying sorry, it wasn't him. He even swears on his mothers grave. He just wanted to talk, to explain himself. I let him. Big mistake.

He looked really sorry. I also felt he was sincere. So I forgave him. Our rendezvous continued for months. He was getting better.

I would always tell him after our hot session that this is just a temporary thing. We should not get serious.

But as humans, weak as we are, we tend to get attached to people. Especially when you start opening up to them and they to you. Talking to them will be your biggest disadvantage. If you are in a not so serious relationship and no plans to take it further, never let them open up to you. The thing about conversations with your "someone" is that, the human mind picks up random details in his/her story that your mind will translate into "qualities" that you might like in another person. In my case, I started to like him without noticing it.

His stories would always be about his family, his mother especially. He seemed so innocent.

I was convincing myself I didn't like him because something felt off. So I kept seeing other guys while we are seeing each other. But then I realized, I was happier with him. I was myself when i was with him. I would ditch the other guys because of this feeling. Big mistake no. 2.

When I confirmed that I really do like him, I got scared. I wanted it to end. I tried ending it but I just couldn't. I got so attached to this person. It almost felt like love. Almost.

Months passed and I would be with him almost everyday now. We would have sex everyday. By now he would be more skillful. I taught him about the big O. Now he would be mindful whether I reached orgasm or not. He wouldn't let me leave the house if I didn't finish. At first it would always be by manual stimulation. Then amazingly one night, he went down on me! Without telling him to do so.

He became a very cunning linguist. I was somewhat proud. I know he would have never learned it if not for me because this act is forbidden in their religion.

I didn't notice how much time we spent with each other m. Until we spent the start of the year together. The sex was awesome!

My year had a good start. But it will not end well with him. I found out by February that he was in fact, married.

I don't know how much I cried. How devastated I was. My innocent person is like other men, a lying, cheating, scheming bastard.

I didn't talk to him for a week. I didn't block him so he would see I'm reading his messages but not replying. I thought it would hurt him more. But I was hurt the most.

He followed me home again one day. I told him to get lost. He didn't get even a foot near me. But he was begging me to forgive him. 

What I did next was stupid and crazy. I went back to his place and ended up having sex.

This sinful "sort-of-relationship" did not end until November 2016. I have never felt so dirty.