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I allowed a stranger to kiss me and touch me and caress me and taste me and fuck me until I squirted. Love and passion were not motivators in choosing him as a husband. I can still say No. I can back out anytime. As we rode the elevator, my thoughts continued to swirl with misgivings.

And my biggest regret is that I thought I could live the rest of my life without feeling passion for my husband and tolerating a very lackluster love life. My conscience was working overtime that night.

When we tore up the dance floor, my mind was filled with doubts. I did not marry him because he was a fireworks-inducing lover.

I did not marry him because I was passionately in love with him. THIS is the best post ever. Am I sure? My goodness, this went on for hours. The conversation escalated quickly, and there was no mistaking that Scott was trying to get into my panties, even before he asked if he could make me squirt.

Do I really want to do this? He saw me as someone worth taking the time and energy to convince fucking him. I wanted to go dancing, but the club I went to was closed.

I was there for a conference and had decided to see a show with my friend. He was easily the best looking guy in the room but was wholeheartedly disinterested in interacting with anyone other than his dad.

But I knew I wanted it. He went from flirting to straight-up proposition with 5 little words Can I make you squirt?

He saw me as a sexual being. I married him because I knew he would treat me well.

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Did I hesitate or pause to think about what I was getting myself into? He found me attractive enough to want to spend time with. And because of that, because he wanted ME and saw value in spending a few hours in my bed, I gave in. No, thank you. But by the end of the night, Scott was in my hotel room, making me moan. Acne scars? Stretch marks?

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With every fresh margarita, these things popped into my head. The show was over by 9, and I felt like my night was just getting started, while she was ready to head to her room and FaceTime her family. I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers… Veins everywhere? It was a Tuesday or Wednesday night.

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I married him because he has a strong sense of values. I knew I wanted him.

I need a make out session so intense that I forget all my problems and possibly my name. Sin City It all started in Las Vegas.

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And the deciding factor: he wanted ME. Here was someone—a very good-looking someone—that found me desirable. When we went from one bar to another, I was thinking these thoughts. But with every passing year, I was able to tolerate it less and less. I was thinking all the thoughts.

What the hell am I doing? Of course. I married him because he is my friend. Posts Ask me anything Archive. And I did live with it.