DB had reached out to me a few times in recent months. I'm under the impression despite a lack of actual wedding photos appearing on his Facebook that he somehow found a wife during the pandemic. He had some things labeled honeymoon and he's not the type to mislabel.
I don't know her, of course. I don't want to. Looking at her I find myself confused by his choice. She won't be giving him the babies he wants so badly. Knowing him, she's also not the horny, kinky, adventurous slut I am.
I assume it's the latter that brings him back to messaging me. He mentions our nights. I withhold so much of the desire I can't help but feel for some of those days. He asks me how I'm doing now. I say nothing of the man I've been seeing, of the fantastic, orgasmic sex I've been having.
I have to give credit to DB. He blew my mind from the first time I crawled into his bed. He made me cum and cum that first night.
But here I am now, seeing Jem and having my mind blown regularly. He's not kinky, but he is attentive and kind. Where DB was often selfish in his desires, despite this amazing ability to please me, Jem is anything but selfish.
I cannot begin to express how much I appreciate that since I told him how much I love having his hands on me that he does his best to always touch me while I'm in his room. His hands on my body are everything and he treats me like it.
I'm happy with what I have now. DB will always be special but Jem is so much more and so very real. I'm so grateful for him.
