Yes, I cheated on you. Do you know why?
Because for the first time in years–*years*–I had someone who actually enthusiastically wanted to f*** me.
I had someone who would send me dirty little messages about what she wanted to do to me.
I had someone who couldn’t keep her hands off me.
I had someone who, upon getting me alone for even an instant, would slam me against a wall and kiss me like it was her last act upon this earth.
I felt wanted. Desired. S***. Powerful. Sensual. I felt like a *man* again.
And yeah, okay. Cheating on you probably makes me a p************. But you know what?
I regret it, but only to an extent…because it’s better feeling like a p************ than like a f****** e*****.
