1. Don't judge me Part 2


    Date: 5/16/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: brofessor, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    A question I would come to regret to this day and an answer I wished he didn’t give me. Once again, I blame my partially satisfied mind as I salivated when I thought about the four inch difference I was missing out on. I thought to myself, ‘If six inches was this wonderful, then a full ten inches would be heavenly.’ I strained to remove those grave thoughts from my mind because I loved him and his cock was all I needed and it was enough for me (no matter how small it was in the grand scheme of cocks). Few days went by and it was safe to say those thoughts of bigger dicks were out of my mind. The sex was back to being great and I was satisfied once again. That was until one day I saw a message saying, “I miss you baby and I cannot wait to see you, your tongue and your dick again, lol” accompanied by a nude picture of a blonde, blue-eyed girl. My heart sank deep into my chest as I read the message over and over again, trying to wake up from his horrible dream. It is worth mentioning here that I have never once suspected him of cheating; neither have I ever snooped on his phone to look for compromising text messages. Luck wasn’t on his side that fateful day as the message came in the very moment I was just with his phone. I demanded ...
    an explanation from him but it was too obvious and compromising of a text message for him to conjure up some sort of lie that would sound plausible to me. I immediately left his apartment despite his incessant begging, apologizing and screaming that it was a one-time mistake. But we both knew from the message that it was more than once. It was obvious she was well acquainted with all the magic he could do with his tongue. An experience I knew all too well. I was heartbroken, disappointed, sad and to say the least burning with anger. In retrospect I now understand the meaning of the statement, “Never make any promises when happy or decisions when angry”. With anger raging all through me, I needed to go somewhere to clear my head and a friend’s birthday party was just where I needed to be, with all the booze I could have and music to dance always my sorrows, for the meantime at least. When I got there, I had half the mind to look for some sort of trouble but I quickly waved off the feeling because I know it would serve no good. I just wanted to drink, dance and have the time of my life and that was when I saw “him” (a guy I now refer to as the architect of my demise) and I instantly knew that he was the trouble I was looking for...
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