Frustration
Well, I’m at home right now and Amanda is at work. I’m walking around and trying to clean up all the shit she left lying around, getting more and more frustrated with each step. Everything from leaving empty containers in the refrigerator and leaving spoilt food on the counter to stripping down in the living room and leaving the evidence (clothing) all over the floor and couch. The bathroom looks like the Philippines (crap everywhere) with clothing all over the floor and counter…bottles upon bottles of advertising and plenty of space left in the medicine cabinet. Dishes on the dry-out towel that look like a 9-year-old washed them in a hurry, and piles more in the sink.
I’m not someone who thinks the woman should do the cleaning and cooking. If that were the case this situation would be much worse. I do a lot of cleaning and cooking. In fact, I’d say I do 90% of it. Honestly, I don’t even really have a problem always being the one to vacuum, mop, wash clothes, and clean the bathroom. I do have a problem with Amanda having absolutely no regard for the fact that I do all of this and doing nothing to keep the place cleaned up. Pick up your clothes and throw them in the bedroom floor in a pile or in the laundry basket. Take 30 seconds and a bit of energy to really get the dishes clean. When the juice runs out, rinse the container and place it in the sink or make some more.
I’ve already talked to Amanda about all of this stuff before. She always feels bad and says she’ll start watching it and pick up after herself. I’m really sick of it. When she gets home today from work, I’m going to chew her ass out. I’m pissed.
I figure either she’ll learn to do shit the right way or she’ll get fed up and leave me. So really, regardless of what happens, I get what is best for me. Either I have one more thing to be happy about in our relationship, or I get to have a relationship with someone who might have some common courtesy without cheating.
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Details and Desires
If you haven’t already read the about page, or the Brief History page, I strongly suggest you do. If you’re not going to anyways, Amanda is my girlfriend, and Jessica is the girl I’m cheating on her with.
Amanda drives me nuts sometimes. She does some stupid stuff, she can’t clean anything for shit (like, even pick up after herself), and she’s constantly stressed. She never knows what she wants, she’s afraid to challenge me, and she refuses to speak up for herself. I don’t like that.
From what I’ve seen so far, Jessica is all about sticking up for herself and being independant. Honestly, its a huge turn on. I hate it when someone refuses to challenge me. If she happens to have some common sense and picks up after herself, Amanda could very well be looking for a new apartment and my family will be going “Not again!” But hey, it’s the change that I love.
Oh, want some detail? Jessica stretched while we were in class and wow. I could barely keep from looking over…her little tummy…yeah, I just wanted to do nothing more than grab her and rub my hands up and down her. Then, I got up before her at the end of class and she was leaning forward. I wasn’t looking, but I noticed her jeans weren’t quite covering everything. It was probably the nicest plumbers crack ever…and knowing she wasn’t wearing underwear…yeah…I was running some dirty thoughts through my head right about then.
So what do I plan on doing? What do I want? I really don’t know. I get really carried away in change that I don’t stop to think. I love that about me, but sometimes I have to slow down and think things through. I thnk that’s why I’m doing this…I certainly don’t think it’s going to be beneficial to keeping it a secret from Amanda…and I really don’t care about you personally. I know I want to fuck the shit out of Jessica. I know I want to drip hot wax down her back in candle light, watch her grab the sheets in a death grip, and bite the pillow as I rub her gspot with my dick. I know that much. I know I would love to get to know her better, and possibly have two girlfriends that know about each other and are fine with it. I know that if Jessica and I go our separate ways, I still won’t be satisfied with Amanda alone.
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Brief History
If you haven’t already, please read the about section. My girlfriend’s fake name is Amanda. The girl I’m after’s fake name is Jessica.
I go to college. Two days a week I kiss Amanda goodbye and head off to class. I typically pay closer attention to the girls I might like. Jessica is one of those girls. I always would smile at Jessica, but I was too chicken to say anything to her since she would only look over as she walked into class.
Finally, a few days ago Jessica caught me as we were walking out of class and slipped me a note reminiscent of High School. It said to give her a call sometime, included her phone number, and those little hearts that we all know girls put thought into. I had a class after the note-slip, so I didn’t call right away. I text messaged her though, and fired up conversation.
Now, Jessica is one of those girls you look at and she’s pretty, but she’s not drop dead gorgeous. She’s cute, but not adorable. She’s not one you’d expect to be wild, but you definitely have a hunch she’s kinky and horny as hell, but probably doesn’t let too many people find out about it. She’s an over achieving, frantic note taking blond with one hell of an ass.
So we bullshit back and forth on the cell phone. “So what do you like to do for fun?”
“Ballet, but not anymore”
“Oh fun. Do you have any siblings?”
After class ends, I call Amanda to see if she wants to meet me somewhere for dinner. We agree on a place and head off. I call Jessica and we chat. She’s 17, so she still has some of the drama queen stuck in her so she talks about all this drama at the workplace and how much of a slut this co-worker of her’s is. The conversation stays clean and typical: nothing to get too excited over. Amanda shows up and we grab dinner.
Next day….no class. Amanda was supposed to have class, but ended up not going. There went my plan of calling Jessica when she got out of class at 2:30. I text her discreetly instead. I was hoping to meet up with her a little before class just to chit chat. No cigar…she had another class. Later I snuck a phone call in and we chatted. She told me how she couldn’t wait until she turned 18 since she wanted to go to a photoshoot she had setup to put together a portfolio for Playboy. I’m assuming she wanted to see if I’d be scared off by that…but, it really doesn’t bother me. In fact, I supported her…one more point for me.
The next day Jessica and I are texting back and forth. We’re talking about school. She studies a lot. I don’t study at all. We get the same grades. Naturally, she’s jealous. I tell her I can probably help her study and learn the material better. She asks how it would be that I did that. I responded with “I’m magic.” Now it gets interesting. She sends me something close to, “If I had anatomy I’m sure you could help me study.” I really didn’t expect it, but it didn’t mean I was unprepared. We kept up the sexual chat for a while, talking about how it was too bad I had a girlfriend and she had a boyfriend. She followed up by saying she’d still do stuff if she was in a relationship. I said it wasn’t all too bad in that case. She confessed her love for toys and trouble with male lovers. I reassured her, without coming off too cocky.
Finally we get to class. She’s pretty riled up and isn’t hiding it from me. After class ends we go grab lunch. Nothing worth wasting your time telling you about, but it went well. We went out to our cars and we go to hug to say bye. I lift her up, flirt a bit about her weight (109, btw) and pull her in for a quick kiss. She wasn’t expecting it. I told her that’s good…it keeps life interesting. We parted ways.
Later I got a phone call I couldn’t answer since Amanda was around. I got a text moments later from Jessica informing me she had broken it off with her boyfriend. The guilt got to her. I felt bad. She noted that she really enjoyed the kiss, and she really thought the moron guy she was with was getting to clingy, so it wasn’t like I ruined a perfect relationship, but here I am flirting and having fun and she’s saddling up to get more serious. Today (thanksgiving) she seemed sort of upset. We didn’t chat much, but from what I gathered she was trying to sort things out. She works tomorrow, and the next day, all day…much to my dismay. I would have had a couple perfect opportunities to, ahem, get to know her better.
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