I shared my story in this post from earlier this year
, thinking that would be the end of it. I had exercised a lot of demons/abs and thought I could go on and live a normal life.
I straightened myself up and got a real job. It’s not much, but it’s an honest living.
Then, a miracle. I met a boy. A really nice boy. The Boy. One that wasn’t only into me for my ability to be able to swallow mouthfuls of hot, sticky cum at a time. No, he liked me for me.
Instead of doing what I used to do and sucking his essence out of his penis, we took things slow. We went on actual dates to the movies and to dinner. And when we’d go for a drive it never ended in a seedy parking lot, him unzipping his pants, commanding me to do what the fuck I do best.
It was nice.
But something inside me wasn’t fixed. There was still a little cumslut deep inside of me. When I’d walk past a dark alley at night I’d feel a gravitational pull towards it and my mouth would water.
The other night I fucked up big time. The Boy was busy and couldn’t go out. I wanted to dance so I went to a club myself. I got drunk, really drunk. Some random guy took me home. It was clear what he wanted from me. I didn’t mind, I actually wanted it. The part of me that loved having guys beg for attention took over and I made this arsehole come harder than he ever has before.
But since then I haven’t been able to speak to The Boy. He’s so sweet. I just can’t lie to him. I can’t lose him.