Originally posted by dailyjeons. That was something you were accustomed to now. It was almost comforting; at least it reminded you of what had been. Sometimes, you felt like your relationship had never even happened. Four years of love, lost in one moment. At first, it was the burning in your throat.
We were sitting close enough together on the edge of his bed that I could feel the heat of his body without actually touching him. A nervous magnetism was keeping us closer together than necessary and, also, just slightly apart. So there we sat, thighs squishing against the sagging side of his bed, waiting for either something or nothing to happen. Matt and I had sex every day sometimes multiple times a day for the first two years of our relationship. I thought, these are my horniest years, something must be wrong with me.
I’ve Cheated on Every Boyfriend I’ve Ever Had, and I Don’t Regret It
Request: Can I get a cheating angst for either beelzebub or Asmodeus please? There was a silence. But he had no idea what to say right now. He knew nothing he would say could fix this.
I cheated on my boyfriend. Seven years to be precise. We met in college and he wooed me for a few months before I finally gave him the nod. We even joined the same workplace and shared every moment happily with each other. But about six months ago, I joined another organization with a better paycheck.