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I am 67 and widowed for 5 years. I have not dated since my wife passed.

About 3 years ago I went to an adult book store about 25 miles from where I live. I had never been to one and found myself in one of the video booths and saw the holeas in both sides of the walls. After a while I heard the door next to me open and close and money drop in the video.. After a short time I saw a shadow at the hole and than a hard c*** come thru the hole. I sat there looking not sure what to do but it stayed ther and finally I took it in my hand and held it.

I was just touching it when the guy said s*** it. I had never done anything like that but slowly bent down and took it in my mouth. I seemed to know what I was doing and after just a short time he shout in my mouth. I was surprised but swallowed and to my surprise I liked it. I was hooked and ended up sucking to more that day.

That night I couldnt sleep and I was hard all night. Next day I was there early and I cant control my urge to service men thru the hole. A large construction job started near the store and there are a huge number of Mexicans coming to the store and I have unlimited access to them the are small but get very hard and produce a large amount of c**. I am hooked and dont care who knows.

New Confession

You told me this was the first time you crossed my boundaries. But you’ve forgotten. this is the second. The first was the Kota Kinabalu trip. Japan makes it the second.

Your words have become hard to trust. So many times, you said the trip was confirmed. Then suddenly, you claimed the ticket wasn’t even purchased. I feel like a fool—a fool who kept believing you and your words. Believing that there was nothing between you and her. Believing, for six long years, that we were still something real.

But I was wrong.

We didn’t pass the test of hardships. You failed me. I was burned out. You were facing career loss. Instead of standing by me—or us— we drifted.

Maybe we simply weren’t strong enough when it mattered. It’s sad. But now, at least, the truth is clear. I just hope it isn’t too late for you to see what you’ve really chosen.

Now that you’re semi-retired, you choose to travel—with her. That was the plan all along, wasn’t it? So carefully thought out. So flawlessly executed.

An excellent plan.

And here I am, left behind, still trying to believe in something that never stood a chance. While I was holding on, you were already moving on—emotionally and physically.

I won’t contact you again—not out of spite, but because I need to leave with whatever dignity I have left. I told you before: the moment you chose to cuddle her, or travel one-on-one with her, that would be the end of us.

You’re a well planner.

And I know I deserve better.

Deleted your contact number. And this will be my last message to you because you ended the relationship abruptly and block my messages after. I hope my love for you won’t turn into hatred.

Related Confessions

You told me this was the first time you crossed my boundaries. But you’ve forgotten. this is the second. The first was the Kota Kinabalu trip. Japan makes it the second.

Your words have become hard to trust. So many times, you said the trip was confirmed. Then suddenly, you claimed the ticket wasn’t even purchased. I feel like a fool—a fool who kept believing you and your words. Believing that there was nothing between you and her. Believing, for six long years, that we were still something real.

But I was wrong.

We didn’t pass the test of hardships. You failed me. I was burned out. You were facing career loss. Instead of standing by me—or us— we drifted.

Maybe we simply weren’t strong enough when it mattered. It’s sad. But now, at least, the truth is clear. I just hope it isn’t too late for you to see what you’ve really chosen.

Now that you’re semi-retired, you choose to travel—with her. That was the plan all along, wasn’t it? So carefully thought out. So flawlessly executed.

An excellent plan.

And here I am, left behind, still trying to believe in something that never stood a chance. While I was holding on, you were already moving on—emotionally and physically.

I won’t contact you again—not out of spite, but because I need to leave with whatever dignity I have left. I told you before: the moment you chose to cuddle her, or travel one-on-one with her, that would be the end of us.

You’re a well planner.

And I know I deserve better.

Deleted your contact number. And this will be my last message to you because you ended the relationship abruptly and block my messages after. I hope my love for you won’t turn into hatred.