I have spent the last year trying to make a relationship work, but I am who I am. I am a cheater. It started out just flirting with the hot new guy at work, but I found myself fantasizing about previous conquests and I needed to get some different cock. I was bored, plain and simple.
It began with a personal trainer. Hot, sweaty sessions in the gym, followed by inviting my trainer up to the condo to grab a beer post-workout, followed by sweaty sessions in the bed, on the floor, bent over the couch, on the chair, followed by shower sex.
Next came “girls night out” which were really my excuses to find random guys to bring home to fuck before calling my boyfriend to say good night…pretending I was too drunk to talk for too long.
Then we moved in together. This increased my desire to cheat. It became a challenge to see just how far I could go. What could I get away with? Hmmmmmmm
Working late and Girls night out turned into a weekly, sometimes biweekly, event where I would go to a bar or casino and find a guy to take me home with him. The goal was to fuck by 10 pm so that I could get home in time to not raise questions. But for those nights that went long, I always had a great excuse.
It’s been a year of this and I can’t break up with my boyfriend, but I’m getting bored. Looking for my next challenge.
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