Sometimes I fantasize about f****** other guys. But the fantasy is so much funner than the reality.
When I was 12 I gave my father and uncle a b******,
I am cheating on my boyfriend of 4 years with a guy I met at uni. Although it is only for quick s**, I feel very guilty for betraying my boyfriend. I just don’t feel that connection anymore, and the s** is not as good. It’s not worth breaking up over this because my bf is the best ever. I just really miss this s***** rush and pleasure that I cannot get from him
