Cuckolding: Confession #24Last night: Clubbing. Sweat and heat. Tight dress….
Confession #24
Last night: Clubbing. Sweat and heat. Tight dress. Logan’s hands all over me. Me, all over him. We made other people jealous. We flirted. We kissed. We pulled each other into a washroom stall. I let him get my bra off. I let him finger me. But we didn’t fuck.
We saved that for his…
so many of my favorite sexy-buttons get pushed by this story … the betrayal — the WILLFUL betrayal — the way angry, furious, hate-sex can melt from its own heat into real, genuine, misty-eyed, crying-while-cumming love-making. it’s the side of a woman a cucky can never access, can only witness when a real man awakens it in her, reminds her that, on top of just being a woman, she is a female animal and that there are things an alpha-male animal can make her feel that a cucky just never can. A cucky can’t make a woman disregard her kindness and familial love, her humanity, to become a submissive, owned, seratonin-drunk breeding machine; but a real man can.
