I have always been into sex, and frankly, I don’t really see what the big deal is. Why should we limit our relationships to some arbitrary line in the sand that says, “This is the one person with whom I will share my body with”, and subsequently, “That one person has the only body which I am allowed to embrace.”

Fuck that, and while you’re at it, why not fuck me as well. We both know we will enjoy it…

I never intended to cheat, yet here we are. Every time we catch up I swear to myself that I will end it. Then of course we fuck, and I vow that it will be the last time. I hold out a day or even a week, but inevitably I find myself reaching for my phone and messaging her. Rinse and repeat.

She has become my mistress, and I am a slave to her every whim…