I went on a date with a man yesterday who wasn’t my boyfriend. It was at an upscale restaurant. It was a romantic date. It was something I told him my boyfriend didn’t know about. It was cheating.
Except of course M knew exactly what was happening.
We’re trying that out. “Cheating”. The person I’m seeing thinks I’m cheating and I act like it when I’m with him because of that sense of excitement and naughtiness. It’s something both M and I want to try… and the submissive space I get into even while just texting or talking is like icing on the cake… there is no way we’re passing up on this opportunity.
The date itself went very well. We didn’t have sex… but we kissed. It was passionate. He whispered words into my ear and turned me on. He felt me up and got me going. He drove me to about twenty seconds before I would have invited myself back home with him. And then he left.
It took me everything I had not to just jump on him as he walked away. It took me a lot to not text him right after asking when our second date would be. I gave in just a few minutes ago and I’m waiting for a reply.
I can definitely see why there are a ton of rumours surrounding him now…
- H