The Other Woman: A Twisted Confession

Ok so you and him weren’t seeing eye to eye. You told him you wanted space after so many years and he loved you enough to grant that. So now you two are on a “break” and in your mind by withholding love and affection from your man you think that will make him realize his mistakes and transform into your dream man. Wrong! You made a fatal error. You see the man you put on a break is a good ass man. He works hard, brings home the bacon, and dicks you down. No he’s not perfect, but he’s a good man. Too good for you to really believe another woman won’t gladly welcome him into her bedroom on a regular basis.

Your man and I knew each other for a few years. We met through mutual friends at an art gallery. Recently, while you two are on this “break”, him and I ran into each other, and he asked me to hang out. Initially, I declined because I knew he had a woman, but he let me know ya’ll were on a break so I didn’t see a reason to not hang out with an old friend. It began as simple chill sessions at my spot. We’d talk, laugh, smoke a little, drink a little. The conversation was great. He didn’t hesitate to compliment me on all levels. From my hair to my smile, my perspectives on life, the way I walk, to my fat ass- your man was enthralled with everything about me.

He told me a little about you, never dogged you out or spoke bad. He just told me flat out you two weren’t in love anymore and you mutually decided to take a break. Now a break is defined differently by people. He explained that you two weren’t sexing or romantic at all, just on some friend stuff. I was skeptical, but at the same time I’ve been single and I can’t front…horny as fuck. So one day we were on the phone and our conversation took a real steamy turn. He admitted that he was curious about how my pussy tasted. Why should I deprive this good man of a hearty meal if you aren’t feeding him at home? I let him know that I was curious to see if he could make me cum. My bad, but shoot your man is fine! I mean fine- Bald, perfect white teeth, smooth coco skin, with a cut up, lean strong body, and well hung at least 9 inches. After going back and forth in my mind about it, I invited him to stay the weekend and he obliged. I asked him how he would be able to do that since you two still live together and he told me “She has a friend and we aren’t dealing with each other so it’s cool”.  Plans were set.

Now I’ll tell you I was really beating myself up about fucking someone’s man, but once I was in it (or should I say he was in it:) surprisingly it wasn’t so bad. To be honest, it came with new emotions that were almost exhilarating. While you’re his boring, regular 9 to 5, I’m his weekend. What does the word weekend bring to mind? Freedom, fun, relaxation, and all things good in our lives. That is what I now embody to your man. What woman wouldn’t want to be that to a man? I’m his weekend.

When he came for that first weekend I didn’t know what to expect. He arrived at 10pm Friday with his bag. I made sure everything was ready. I bought new lingerie, a new comforter for my bed, I had candles and dinner ready. I even went and brought snacks I knew your man would like since he’s vegan and super picky about what he eats. I opened my door to him and embraced him. The way he hugged me! Giirrrl! Does he always hug that way?? He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. He smelled so good. I really tried to set a vibe first. I didn’t want to just spread my legs to him as soon as he stepped through the door, but he was just so hungry. You hadn’t gave him cheeks in weeks and he was damn near ravenous. He dropped his bag, picked me up by my ass and made me straddle his face right there in my living room. It was then, right then, as I had my first climax riding his handsome face that I knew this wouldn’t be an ordinary situation. The way he looked up at me, hands gripping my ass and swirling his tongue deeper into my wetness, I knew he needed me just as much as I needed him.

Over the course of a year our bond grew stronger with many phone calls, shared moments, gifts, and passionate nights of erotic pleasure. He’s my man too, now. Not just my man though. You see I’m a real freak. I love and adore your man so much, that I call him my Master. I’ve decided to submit my mind, heart, and body to him. I allow him to fill my mouth, pussy, and ass hole whenever he desires. He never gets a nasty attitude from me. Your man can’t stay away from me because he will ALWAYS find a hot meal, soft place to lay his head and wet holes to slide his dick deep inside.