Forgivee father for I have sinned.. and I wont stop
I am 23, currently in a relationship and living with my boyfriend. I love him but I can't say I'm completely happy. I've been torn with the thoughts staying or leaving, but I stick around because our lease has a few more months. We have s** every day, sometimes a few times a day. Sure, I enjoy it, we make sure we both climax every time, but I'm still not satisfied. I think there's something wrong with me, I don't know what it is but I think about s** all the time. At first all I fantasized about was him.Any little thing whether it was a smile or how he said something, my p**** would just start to tingle and throb, I would need it so bad, to the point where I felt like I would c** just by the sensations and being so h****.
It was cool at first, he had a freak and he knew it, but I don't think he understood to what extent. As time went by we've had ups and downs just like any other couple. At this stage of our relationship, the s** is good but not the same. He isn't the same person I fell in love with, and every day I crave for that fire again, like a blood thirsty vampire that's been asleep for thousands of years just barely waking up. 2 weeks ago I cheated on him, with my good friend for a few years. We never hooked up before. His dad passed away, I comforted him for a few days and attended the funeral. I don't know what it was, seing him in such a passionate state really got to me. The night after the funeral, we were hanging out, smoking a blunt, I stood up and took all my clothe off. I could tell he was ppretty shocked he didn't know what to say or do, I could tell he's been fantasizing about this in years. I could tell he wanted to f*** me right then and there, so hard that all the pain and sorrow of losing his father would go away, for as long as he was penetrating me, slaying me and his problems. Choking me, spanking me, he was riding me so hard I came within the first few minutes. Then again and again and again.
My thirst was quenched. His d*** was so big and I keep my p**** so tight that I was sore for the next couple of days. He wasn't my boyfriend but but he f***** me like he was never going to see me again. I think that's what he thought. I think that's what I meant. But I'm craving it again. I have an uncontrollabled desire and it won't stop. I'm going to see him again. And just like before I'm going to strip myself down in front I him and let him eat me like he was a starving child, then let him f*** the s*** out of me, like I'm the root of his anger. I don't know what's wrong with me. A part of me feels like I need help, and the other part is loving every minute of it.