I’m married but I can’t stop sleeping with other men and women.
Due to his job, my spouse travels frequently. I get dressed up and head to my favorite bars and clubs the moment he leaves the house, even though I know it’s wrong to do so.
I’ve always been talkative and flirtatious, so I have no problem luring someone into a fun night out.
Women appreciate a good chuckle, whereas males enjoy being pleased.
I welcome my lovers back here for more alcohol and sex, but I throw them out at seven in the morning.
I simply enjoy the thrill of the hunt, therefore I never make plans to see the same folks again. But I don’t like that about myself.
I’ve been waking up lately feeling like death warmed up all too frequently. I became nauseous when I looked at the stranger sitting next to me.
After they leave, I run for the shower and give myself a good scrub. I’m not sure why I have a tendency to be detrimental to myself.
My hubby loves me and is a good man. We have a good sexual relationship, and I know that if he found out that I sneak around behind his back, he would be upset.
I’m very good at hiding my activities; after a lover stays over, I thoroughly clean the house and keep special bedding for my trysts.
Why am I such a slob when I work hard, have good money, and cherish my family? Because of how fantastic my parents were and are, I can’t even blame a poor childhood.
My oldest friend announced a few months back that she was no longer willing to get out with me.
She continued by saying that my lax morals made her disgusted. Now that I see her in town, it is extremely heartbreaking to see her stroll past me.