I Don't Want This

I Don't Want This

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Charlie- From the minute I saw my new boss I wanted to fuck him. I could by the way he looked me up and down that he wanted to fuck me too. Then two months later he made a move. For four bliss filled months he made every sexual fantasy I'd ever had come true. By the time I realised I was falling for him it was too late. I didn't know that he had also realised until he was showing me exactly what he thought of my feelings. He thinks we can just continue as we were but for me there's no coming back from what he's done. Marc- I saw love hearts in her eyes and I freaked out. I took the cowards way out and rather than have a conversation like the 39 year old man I am I decided to show her exactly where we stood. I thought we could just carry on the way we were but Charlie's made it clear that won't be happening. It didn't take me long to realise I'd made a huge mistake. If only I'd realised sooner I also had love hearts in my eyes and I'm living in regret hoping she'll forgive me.
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Started: 10/28/2025 Ended: I knew he was married, but I still let myself fall. We were friends before his wife came, not close, not strangers either. We never said what we truly felt, maybe because we were afraid to give it meaning. But fate played its cruel trick. We ended up living in the same boarding house, different rooms, the same secret. We both knew it was wrong, yet we crossed the line anyway. He was my first, my first love, my first sin, my first heartbreak. I thought I could handle it, but loving him was slowly destroying me. So I did the only thing that could save what was left of me. I left him. Because sometimes, walking away doesn't mean you stopped loving. It just means you've finally learned to love yourself.

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