I slept with someone. And I fucking loved it. I didn’t plan to go out, let a stranger chat me up and get me into bed. But that is exactly what happened. I took an impromptu work trip yesterday. One of the girls couldn’t make it so I picked it up. Sometimes I say no to these. Most of the time. But with all that’s going on, I wanted to be anywhere but home. Home is a reminder. A reminder of the buzzing of the dryer that started this whole thing. That annoying little sound led me to discover something that I wish I could undiscover. There’s no other answer. He must have had someone over. I don’t even feel bad. At this moment anyway. It’s been almost a day since it happened. My feelings have gone from guilt to giving no fucks to sad to mad to guilt and everything in between if that is even possible. But no happy. There is no happy. Not anymore.
I say I loved it. I can say that at this moment. In 45 seconds I may want to strangle myself. He was good, for sure. Not that it matters. You all are probably thinking, “what a slut!” Maybe you’re right. I am sorry I did it. I think. I needed it though. I needed something more than obligatory sex from my husband. I feel like he doesn’t even want me. He wants her. The girl with the yellow panties. The guy at the hotel bar, he wanted me. He chatted, he flirted. He complimented my necklace and my smile, but he could care less if my pearls were real or not. What he wanted was underneath my blouse and skirt, not around my neck. I didn’t go there with any intent. It just happened. One minute we were chatting at the bar and the next I was pinned against the wall of his hotel room, his lips on my neck, his hands groping me. Squeezing me. All of me. It didn’t take long to make it to the bed. The only thing on me when he threw me onto my back were those pearls. And yes, they are real. He knew what he wanted. It was nice to be wanted. Yeah, I fucking loved it.
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