never thought that my relationship would come to this. I always believed that my girlfriend and I were perfect for each other, but I guess I was wrong.
It all started when I asked her to give me bj. I know that might sound like a strange request, but we had been together for a while and I thought it was time to take our intimacy to the next level.
But instead of saying yes, she said no.
At first, I was shocked. I couldn’t believe that she would refuse me something that I wanted so badly. But as the days went by, I started to get more and more upset. I tried to talk to her about it, but she just brushed me off and said that she didn’t want to do it.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I felt like she was denying me something that I deserved, and I started to resent her for it. I started to look elsewhere for the satisfaction that I craved.
I started browsing online, looking for someone who would be willing to give me what I wanted. It didn’t take long for me to find what I was looking for. There were countless websites, apps and forums where people were offering to meet for “fun”.
I took the plunge and reached out to a few of them. I was nervous at first, but I quickly realized that this was exactly what I needed. I met up with a couple of different women, and they were more than happy to give me the thing that I had been craving.
I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I had never felt so alive, so desired. I felt like I was on top of the world.
But as the weeks went by, I started to feel guilty. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was addicted to the feeling of being wanted, of being satisfied.
Eventually, my girlfriend found out. She was furious, and she broke up with me on the spot. I was devastated, but I knew that I had only myself to blame. I had betrayed her trust, and I had hurt her deeply.
I tried to win her back, but it was no use. She was done with me, and she didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.
I was alone, and I was miserable. I had lost the only person who had ever truly mattered to me, and it was all because I couldn’t control my own desires.
But as time went on, I realized that I had to move on. I had to find a way to be happy without her, to satisfy my own needs in a healthy and respectful way.