Hard to Bare
I am not sure if I overreacted or not, but I broke up with my boyfriend last week for using a gay phone sex hotline. For some reason I was just completely disgusted and heartbroken at the fact that he did not call me for this type of thing. You would think he would be more comfortable with me, but apparently not. He has called me back numerous times in attempt to apologize, but I am not ready. I realize everyone makes mistakes, but I feel when it comes to him and other women, he should not be making any. I can forgive him for many things, but this is just not one I am very forgiving of. Maybe I will sit down with him someday soon and discuss the issue with him. But for now, I am going to keep my distance.
The Day I Answered My Boyfriend’s Cell Phone
The phone rang. My boyfriend had run off to get some firewood and asked the person to call back. I was curious about the call. This was supposed to be a getaway weekend to spice up our relationship. We had rented the quaint cottage in the mountains near Big Bear, California. I was clad in my jeans and bra when I answered the phone.
“Take the rope and tie yourself up,” said a woman. She had a powerful voice. This was domination phone sex. My boyfriend walked in holding a white rope and no firewood. I had to admit, I was a bit turned on. “You hear me?”
“Yes,” I said meekly.
“Who is that Jill?” said Chet. His eyes widened. “Oh?”
“It’s okay,” I said. Bring the rope over here. We tied ourselves up and waited for the next command. I had to admit, I was getting turned on.