I've been single my entire adult life. Every time I try to get close to people I just end up getting burned in the end ( not literally ). You know that

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I’ve been single my entire adult life. Every time I try to get close to people I just end up getting burned in the end ( not literally ). You know that old saying ” Once bitten twice shy “. Well it’s true so because of this it limits how much time I spend with friends and so forth. It also affects my choices meaning to be single. I doubt I can trust someone for any length time but I’d also like a long term relationship ( though probably not marriage ). I just feel torn with wanting to be with someone but not being able to trust anyone. I just don’t know what to do.

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Started going to an adult book store with booths about a year after my wife passed.I had never had a gay experience. A first I went to get sucked for releif . One night as I set down a pretty good size hard on was shoved threw the hole from the next booth. At first I just set there and stared at it. I couldnt stop looking at it. It was like a magnet and soon I was holding it in my hand.
My head started down like I couldnt stop myself and the next minute I had it in my mouth. Somehow I knew what to do although I had never done it bf.In no time I heard a loud grund from the other booth and my mouth was filling with c**. I didnt know what to do.I thought about spitting it out but instead swallowed it
I am hooked and spend way to much time there sucking any c*** that comes thru the hole. I have no idea how many loads I have swallowed there I am hooked and cant stop. Its worse than a drug.

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