MattIsRight
Experienced
- Joined
- Oct 25, 2018
- Posts
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When I was addicted to porn, and when I became mega successful, I combined the two. I went on Model Mayhem, and bought myself models. I would meet them at work (I am in entertainment) and I knew they would been impressed.
I enjoyed the power dynamic. I enjoyed their fear.
One single mom (has subsequently become a born again Christian) had moved to the west coast from Alabama with children and delusions.
Her tits were deflated... and I put them in a bookmark folder and forgot about them. The folder was found by my late wife. She pointed out my description of the woman;
"Crissy with small natural tits" . She began to ask me questions "what was she like , did you fuck her, what else was there to her other than what I had summed her up to be; "Crissy with small natural tits"? I told my wife she was 'bugging me'.
But It was not my wife's fault that she married a man who lived a double life. It is my fault for not trusting someone who Loved me. It is my fault that I compartmentalized every woman ever (every woman was fuckable...one of my Sugars called me a Satyr and made a mock up of me as a Satyr chasing her with the caption "no woman was safe". I left it out as a coffee table gag). I went down on the entire neighborhood. No One was subtle around my wife. They all let her know that I had pleasured them. I was proud of it. I was proud that I easily seduced my hiking partner's wife ("no one will ever know ", I reassured her while adjusting the angle of my charger/camera) ... My wife found the pictures, and I told her she was "crazy". She began to doubt herself, and I thought "I am home free". Then I lost everything. My wife, my children, the respect of my friends and family.
I enjoyed the power dynamic. I enjoyed their fear.
One single mom (has subsequently become a born again Christian) had moved to the west coast from Alabama with children and delusions.
Her tits were deflated... and I put them in a bookmark folder and forgot about them. The folder was found by my late wife. She pointed out my description of the woman;
"Crissy with small natural tits" . She began to ask me questions "what was she like , did you fuck her, what else was there to her other than what I had summed her up to be; "Crissy with small natural tits"? I told my wife she was 'bugging me'.
But It was not my wife's fault that she married a man who lived a double life. It is my fault for not trusting someone who Loved me. It is my fault that I compartmentalized every woman ever (every woman was fuckable...one of my Sugars called me a Satyr and made a mock up of me as a Satyr chasing her with the caption "no woman was safe". I left it out as a coffee table gag). I went down on the entire neighborhood. No One was subtle around my wife. They all let her know that I had pleasured them. I was proud of it. I was proud that I easily seduced my hiking partner's wife ("no one will ever know ", I reassured her while adjusting the angle of my charger/camera) ... My wife found the pictures, and I told her she was "crazy". She began to doubt herself, and I thought "I am home free". Then I lost everything. My wife, my children, the respect of my friends and family.