Two Adulterous Rejections In a Week
Is it me? No way!
Bob:
GM. Sorry, not in the mood to talk and won’t have time to continue. My mum has stage 3 breast cancer. I’m devastated.
Me:
I’m sorry to hear that. I completely understand if you don’t have time for this. But I am here for you — even as a friend — you are a lovely guy. I hope you’re getting the support you need.
Bob:
Honestly, I appreciate that so much. I’m sorry about the timing. I loved everything we shared and feel like I’ve known you forever. And I want to be with you so much. I just can’t add that to my complicated life it would be unfair to you.
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Michael:
Happy new year. Hope you’re well. Hey so I just got back home the other day and my previous AP contacted me wanting to start something up again. With some serious thought, I don’t think I’ll meet you due to Covid numbers and I will start up with her when things settle down. I hope you understand and apologies for any inconvenience.
Me:
Thanks for letting me know your change of mind. Better to be told than ghosted I guess. Just some feedback if I may. Your profile was what drew me to you above others — your values of honesty, how you were only interested in genuine people who wanted to meet, how you were not a player nor wanted to be played.
Well whether or not you intended it, I feel played. We exchanged some pretty intimate words and images. We discussed the terms of our affair, we got pretty close, Michael. We both expressed excitement. You were reticent to meet before your trip but I didn’t think it meant anything in the face of our conversations.
So you can imagine the impression I now have of you — it’s far from your profile image. Either be an upstanding nice guy or a selfish, manipulative bastard — you can’t pull both off I can assure you.
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Two Rejections:
It’s tough out there. Whatever the reason, being “dumped” by an AP, in whom you have invested significant time, is just as hurtful as “real-life” dumping. To survive in this game, you need thick skin and high self-esteem. Luckily I have both.
But I also have a beautiful ace up my sleeve.
I text Mauricio when I am feeling low — when the other APs have disappointed me in some way yet again. He responds instantly. He doesn’t know the cause of my sadness and he never asks. He simply books our room at our hotel and shows up — always 30 minutes before me so he can shower, light candles, and as he says “get himself ready for me”.
We usually fall into an embrace and start kissing ravenously as I walk through the door. He has my clothes off by the time we hit the bed. He kisses, licks, and sucks every part of me, taking his time, savoring every moment, healing me inch by inch. He builds me to sweet orgasms, which I can’t help but voice. He knows my body so well by now.
Then he fucks me slowly with his smooth cock, building me yet again until I’m begging for him to go faster and harder and tip me over the edge again. He flips me over deftly and hammers me with skill and power until he explodes inside me and I feel every drop. Yes, I let him cum inside me, that’s how much I trust him. No-one else.
Being European, English is not his first language (although he speaks 5) and sometimes he uses a word incorrectly in the throes of passion, which makes me giggle.
“Baby, I’m so closed” (close).
He always asks me to correct him but it’s so endearing I can’t bring myself to.
After we finish he sits back on his haunches looking at me seriously, my legs still spread, my face grinning like a Cheshire cat. He surveys my body, which is dripping with our combined juices, our sweat, our cum intermingled. He says quietly,
“That is the most beautiful sight I will ever see.”
Afterwards, he holds me tenderly and we tell each other stories from our lives. He talks about his nosy neighbor, who watches him and his wife and comments on their daily movements. I tell him about my teenage kids. He doesn’t have children and won’t have them as his wife has a serious mental illness. I tell him he’d be an amazing dad nevertheless.
Intermittently he bends down and kisses me as if it’s a part of the conversation. Sometimes these kisses create a little spark in us both and lead to urgent kisses, which lead to more fucking.
Yes, it’s incredible what we have, based on a chemistry that is beyond our control but was there from the first kiss, almost 12 months ago.
I know what you’re thinking,
Why is this not enough? This gorgeous man? This fabulous connection?
My question to that question would be:
Why is my spouse not enough? It used to be a fabulous connection. Why not put the energy into working on that relationship?
The answer to both is that I simply don’t know. That I’m going through a stage in my life very different from any other (and there have been some extreme stages — more on that in another article). Life is dictating the terms right now, I’m barely in control, and I’m sitting in the passenger seat.
And try as I may, I can’t wrest control from it. Or maybe I don’t want to.
