Who Needs a Boyfriend Anyway?
If you don't care to take care of my pussy, I'll just take care of it myself
Having a boyfriend is suffocating as hell. The last time I had one, he caught me cheating and all hell broke loose. WTF, he was the one letting me be starved for sex he didn’t care to provide — or at least not as often as I’d want. Sorry, but once in a blue moon is just not enough for me.
I am a sexual being and I’m not ashamed of it. If he’s not going to take care of it, I don’t see a reason why not look for it elsewhere. It’s my life and the only one I have so I’m not going to waste it wondering when will my Mr. Wrong feel like having sex again.
So why be so upset? I’m not an object you’d put on a shelf and use or not use as you please without caring about how I might feel about it. It’s not as if I didn’t complain. I did, more than once, but he didn’t care to listen or act upon it. What else was I to do?
Truth be told, I didn’t care or try to hide the affair. We didn’t have sex in public but we met in public and I don’t see why not. I don’t feel I did anything wrong. As I said, I’m not ashamed of my sexuality and I don’t think anyone could or should own me and my pussy just because we happen to be in a relationship.
The fairest and most reasonable solution would be to let me get what I need elsewhere and be happy for me. You know how good we women feel and how we glow after you’ve been properly fucked by somebody who’s really turned on by the sight of you. I wanted to glow, I needed to glow, I needed to feel desired again. And the only way to get that is to feel that hard, throbbing dick deep inside, pounding as if his life depends on it.
Most often cheating happens for this exact reason — a woman is looking elsewhere for what is lacking in her relationship.
But no, he couldn’t stand that. He felt and acted as if I were his and only his to have and to hold regardless of how often that was. Did you know that in the old days, marriage could be annulled if it was never consummated? “Consummated” meant having sex. The point of being in a relationship is to have sex. Otherwise, you can just be friends.
So I had friends with benefits and in the end, decided to break off my relationship completely because it was just too limiting. I’m a wild horse, I cannot stand not being able to roam free just because somebody wants to lock me in a barn and forgets that my needs exist. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to be free.