1 year = lots of cheating

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.

It's sex not love...

I want a lover that I don't have to love. I want to be tied up. I don't want to be tied down. I want to be bent over in front of a mirror. I want him to use the red rope and the black gag. I want the nipple clamps and the leather...not the flowers and the love letters. I want a lover that I don't have to love. Is that really that bad?

Summer Sex

Summer is coming to an end and I've gotten my fill...literally. I've never had so much sex! So much that I haven't had time to get much done. Work and sex and work and sex. It's been incredibly liberating. Until now. Now I have a guy who wants to have a relationship. He's amazing in so many ways, but I am a cheater. It is just who I am. Not meant to be in a relationship. Not willing to fall in love. Yet this guy is good, really really good. Tight, tanned body, muscles that make him look like a professional athlete, thick, stylish black hair, and a killer smile. So how do I continue to keep this guy coming back for more if I won't give him a relationship? This is my dilemma. I just want the sex, I don't want the commitment.

Not sure what that was

So, it's been awhile since I've posted...so sorry. Found myself in a little bit of a relationship. I thought I was in love. But, now I'm not sure that I believe in love or that I was ever in it. So how does a horny girl get over a man who has turned her inside out? She FUCKS, that's what she does. SO that is what I'm going to do. Tonight I begin my venture on the strip. I'm dressed in a short little white dress. My long hair flows over my tanned shoulders. I look hot and I know it. Watch out boys...my holiday weekend is not over yet.

Sex on the Beach

I think the drink would have been more fun than the actual thing. I'm currently at the airport after spending the past two days on a white-sands resort. One of the owners of the financial firm where I work invited me to spend a few nights with him at his beach house. I needed the break and this man is very easy on the eyes, so I agreed. Less than three hours later we were in the air, first class.

I was wearing a white bikini and watching the sun set over the ocean. The sky was pink and orange with dark purple clouds streaking the sky. The palm trees were like black cut-outs against the horizon. David began to massage my shoulders. I was buzzed from the champagne. That first night was amazing...just what I had needed.

The next night we began to make out while lying on the sand. The sun had just set and the stars were out. Sand was EVERYWHERE. I began to feel my hair being tugged, I thought it was David. Oh no, it was a sand crab. I screamed. David said I scared it away and wanted to continue. Sand was EVERYWHERE.

Eventually we went inside and after showering I noticed purple splotches all over my legs. I had been bitten by some kind of bug that caused a skin reaction. We went in the hot tub, which had too many chemicals...causing more reactions. At this point I was so ready to leave.

So, while I was supposed to be enjoying another day at the beach, I have decided to come home to my husband. Maybe this is all just karma.

Sex at inappropriate times

Why do we get urges to have sex at the most inappropriate times and with inappropriate people throughout the day? Today I was working, more like daydreaming, in my office. I decided that if I didn't have an orgasm I wouldn't be able to concentrate enough to complete my reports.

Jake not only looks like a surfer from some movie, he just moved here from Cali and has grown up surfing. He has perfect skin, blond hair, piercing blue eyes, rippling muscles. Jake looks HOT in a suit and today he had on his teal tie that made his eyes even brighter. I had been thinking about what it would be like for months. Today I called his extension and told him to meet me in the stairwell in 2 minutes.

It only took 5 minutes and just as we finished the door above us opened. Jake went down to the level below and I walked up the stairs. We didn't talk for the rest of the day. I don't know that we will ever talk again, but I finished my reports. Problem solved!!

I left work, showered, made dinner, and made love to my husband (for dessert). Did I really do anything wrong?

Are you a 2 or a 10?

So Ladies, how do we date out of our league? And what does that mean, exactly? Let's use the old rating system of 1-10. Ugly people hate the rating system; it has destroyed many relationships. I've had many guy friends and, too often, am in on their conversations. On numerous occasions I have heard one guy tell his friend, who recently started dating someone new, "No man, you can't date her, she's a 5 and you're at least a 7. You have to date in your league, man."

So how do you know what your number is and if you are dating in your league? You should have a pretty good idea what your number is based on years of social encounters. Here are some things to consider when coming up with your number:

• What crowd did you run with in High School? This doesn't mean that if you were popular, you are prettier (many of the freaks were hotties), but being able to be approachable and social definitely bumps you a number.
• How many people have you dated in the past 5 years? If you are married, what would you rate your spouse (females can add one, males can subtract one for themselves).
• What do you do at parties? Are you the life of the party? Do you find one or two people to chat up the entire night? Do you sit on the couch waiting for people to talk to you? If you are social, you can add a point to your number.
• What is your body fat % - yes, I know, this sucks...but if you are fat, "big boned", or bloated, you are not above a 5. I don't care about plus sized models!! You will not score above a 5 unless your body fat % is 23% or lower...harsh, but true.

If you want to date out of your league, you need to be social, approachable, and physically fit. If you have a "butter-face", you can still date a hottie if your body is in shape. Hit the gym ladies and read a book on networking!