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Today I made a fake Facebook account of a really hot girl to see if my boyfriend would cheat on me. We’ve been together for 3 years straight, and the other day I saw a strange text on his phone from a girl while he was showing me a video. I made the fake account to see if he was interested in talking to other people romantically, as the text I saw has been playing on my mind ever since. Well, after only 2 hours of talking to my joke of a boyfriend on my fake account, he agreed to meet up with her for a sushi date. He also told her he was single. The date is in 2 hours and I am wondering if she should stand him up, or if I should just pitch up to their “date” and surprise him. I’m really hurt and not sure if I want to continue the relationship any longer, since he is willing to throw 3 years down the drain to meet a girl he’s known for 2 hours. I don’t regret making the account because obviously it’s opened my eyes to what he has been up to..

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When I was younger, about 16, I was insatiable and as a result of having my first anonymous hookup with another kid that was 16 (off omegle of all things) I sought to have more.
In this effort I downloaded Grindr and lied about being 18, eventually finding someone who hosted an anon darkroom not even 5 minutes away and who was more than happy leaving their door unlocked and a** ready. After I was invited over and tentatively entered their place I immediately set about u*********, going to nothing in a minute and slowly started up the steps to his room. Once in his room I was approached in the dark by him – a 30-something yr old man who was equally as naked but twice my size – and he reached down and started to blow me once he settled on his knees. Within minutes once I was sufficiently erect I prodded him onto the bed and had him bend over, eventually sliding in without any additional lubrication and begun to – at the age of 16 – f*** this older mans a**. I went for about 20 minutes by my estimation and slowly over the course of the f****** went from doggy, to sideways to having him lie fully down whilst I went to town on him.
Eventually I finished in him and got up and left. Once home I gushed to him about how much fun it was and how I appreciated him taking a chance with me, with some more conversation eventually leading to my age being revealed and – to my own surprise – him revealing that he’d prefer it if we kept going in spite of it. I’d meet him continuously, probably once to 3 times a month or even multiple times in the same week until I moved away at 18. I never saw his face but I remember being inside him so vividly.