soflabbwlvr
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I wouldn't call it love. I mean, love should be reciprocated, right? We dated for several months, and even though we never promised each other exclusivity, well, let's just say she got around. Dozens of different men--all day and all night. At first it was exciting, you know, that she was so popular and I was associated with her. I guess I could say my image benefited from all the attention shown to her. But there were just so many men! And the things they did with her. Finally, I couldn't take any more. I did what any other man would have done. I suppose I could have killed her off. That would have been easy enough, and I know I could have gotten away with it. It would have been so simple. But my pain was too deep for that. My solution had to fit the crime. I knew what I had to do. And one night, all alone in my office, I did it. I deleted her. Not just from my life, but from the universe. Now, she is but a painful memory.