was that normal?

I've been sleeping with Justin for about three weekends now, and he probably is one of the main reasons why I'm going to hell. Justin is married, have a 4 yrs old daughter and the wife is 3 months pregnant. Do I care? fuck no. I'm not the one who's married. It's not like I'm not guilty or anything, but I think it's safer this way, there is no chance of me falling inlove with him because I know he's a cheating bag of shit with a southern accent and a big penis.


Alot of people asked me before why do I keep on hooking up with men who are already commited. Well, my reason is simple, being emotionally involved isn't really my forte, I found one and I simply can't let go. Being with men like Justin doens't require bullshit that comes with relationships, that's what their girlfriends and wives are for. Also, they are less inclined to drama, it's not like they're going to tell their childhood friends about me, or I have to meet their family.


Anywho, the first time me and Justin had sex, it was a threesome. I was drunk out of my mind, I didn't even knew his first name back then, all I know is it was amazing. The second time, actually, I can't remember the second time but I promise it happened. This weekend was the third one. We got a hotel and started drinking around 7. Alex was there to drink too but he left around 10 because he knew we wanted to fuck. The boy was finger fucking me and I started squirting, Jesus fucking Christ, I didn't know I could do that. It never happened before, I had sex, ALOT, and it was the first time urine-like fluid came out of me while I was screaming in excitement. And like a little boy who just discovered masturbation, I wanted it again and again. We got a hotel with two beds and we almost ended up sleeping on the floor because both of them was soaking wet. Seriously, I wasn't aware that I was able to do that. I made him do it over and over, I even woke him up at seven in the morning because I wanted to know if I was ever going to run out of fluid.


That morning, we each had a beer, I asked him what the fuck just happened because I want to be able to do it to myself, I called my friend Mark, he is one of the few who never tried to sleep with me, he knows all of my secrets, every stories, every incidents, etc. He used to be a nurse so he knows alot about sex, it doesn't make sense but whatever. I told him about that weekend and decided to watch Narnia.