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| Polka_Doll |
So, I had kind of been having an affair. Nothing particularly exciting, no great love affair, but nsa sex with a married friend. It was something that crept up on me, and something that I knew would never go anywhere. He is married and never wanted that to change, nor did I want him to change it. But it was nice, vanilla, nice, comforting. Someone that could massage my ego, kill a bit of time and provide an element of sexual release. I knew it was wrong. I knew it wouldn't last and it hasn't. It just happens that my comfort blanket has been pulled from under me at the worst possible time. At a time when I am feeling so low, so lost, so fucking revolting. And now things have gone from bad to worse. I know, I deserve it. I don't want pity.... though I would like a break.
