• 5 months ago
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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 fuck 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. Sexy. Powerful. Sensual. I felt like a *man* again.

And yeah, okay. Cheating on you probably makes me a piece of shit. But you know what?

I regret it, but only to an extent…because it’s better feeling like a piece of shit than like a fucking eunuch.

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