I’m a little down, I shouldn’t be, I knew in the back of my mind all along, yet I’m still blue. I saw J again before his 2 week vacation trip with his family. He kept on telling me it was a sole business trip, until today when it all came out.
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He kept on asking me how much I was going to miss him while he’s away. “Will you miss me this much?” He asked using his hands to show a distance of 8 inches, “or this much?” he brought his hands closer together.
I didn’t respond directly. It’s something I wanted to leave to the end. Isn’t it nice to tell someone you will miss them before they go?
“Your baby will miss you, I bet.” I said referring to his son, whom he loves to talk about with me.
“No.” He said, shaking his head. “He’s coming with me.”
I was a little surprised. “Is your wife going with you two?” He nodded. Soon, he revealed that it was a vacation/business trip.
“That’s cool.” I laughed and said, “Maybe you will have sex with you wife on vacation.”
“No, we don’t have sex.” He said.
“Well, what if you just did?” I kept teasing him.
“We’d have to have a long conversation before that happens.” He referred to his wife and him.
“So, you never do it?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
“No. I wouldn’t be here if we did.” He blurted out.
We skipped over that last sentence as if it had never been spoken. But deep down inside, I knew it’s what I needed to hear. I confirmed everything! It’s really all about the sex. But why have sex with me when there are escorts around? It’s cheaper too.
Am I lucky? Sure, I found myself a client (aka sugar daddy) to get a steady allowance. Yet I’m still pussy, and I got to be loyal pussy. How screwed in the head is that? If a man is only using me for sexual satisfaction, why does he want me to be exclusively his?
Today’s sex marathon was odd. First of all, I just couldn’t get into it. (He had no idea). But when I finally did, I was faking it big time. Hoping that I could last for as long as he needed, it did not happen!
55 minutes into the in/out action he asked me if I was tired. “No, I’m not tired. Just a bit sore.” I nodded in the direction of my pussy. I was being honest. “Maybe we should stop?” He asked.
“No!” I said. He looked at me like, are you crazy? LOL
“I want you to finish.” I said with a smile. He pondered on it and decided missionary was his best way to get off. 15 minutes later he had the big O.
Where do I find these clowns? I mean 80 minutes of non-stop sex. FUCK! Sex is over in 20 minutes…
20 minutes! (I’m not including the foreplay).
Uhhhh…And to top it all off, I think he’s been lying to me about his real name. He knows my real name but I’m 99% sure he gave me a fake name.
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In the end I’m really getting fucked no matter which way you look at it.