DISCLAIMER: This is based on a true story, but it is dramatized.

Whenever I had a crush they could always turn me down or go out with one of my friends. So I told myself never to have feelings for another man, until a few days ago. After many years, of forbidding me to like men, my fear of if I ever liked someone grew. Then I met him, I knew I wasn't allowed to have feelings for him because he was dating my best friend, so I shut it off, but. When they broke up, I couldn't help myself from liking him again. I was happy him and I were talking, our relationship developed. I told Kellie because I felt happy and I thought she would support me, but instead she did what she always does. She stabbed me in the back. I wanted to compete for him but I couldn't see the point, after recently getting over the flaws of my body this had created a complete relapse, after I left I began to cry. So now I hate myself for liking him, hating my body (once again), and finally having my fears verified. If you like a guy someone will rip him away from you.

They broke up! I could help feeling simultaneously happy and sad. I chance flashed before my eyes, him and I could have a hot, passionate relationship. I thought of the sweet sex with him and involuntarily moaned. "Are you okay?" asked Emily.
"Yeah I'm fine" I said.

Once I got home I got on my computer and talked to him online, from there our relationship blossomed. I was so happy, so excited, so aroused…

We decided to meet up at my house, half an hour later he turned up looking even sexier than I remembered him.

Our conversation started with a simple hey, then got deeper and deeper until I couldn't resist. Our emotions poured out, and I couldn't resist moving my body closer to his, and that's when he kissed me. It was the most hot, passionate kiss I had ever had and our tongues began to battle, and that's when he started to unbutton my shirt.

That turned me on. The way he slid his hands over my buttons, smoothly and carefully and soon my shirt was off almost immediately. Still engaged in the kiss, I moved my hands toward his pants, and I noticed a bulge. I involuntarily moaned, once again, and he said I love you.

Within a blink of an eye I was naked, I watched the bulge in his pants extend as he looked at my body, I slowly undressed him…

We were both completely naked, that's when he threw me onto my bed, he kissed my neck, then my breasts, and finally giving me the oral pleasure I so desperately wanted. " I can't take this anymore" I said, so I inched down to his hard dick.

After our intimate oral pleasures, he pushed his dick inside me. He began a rhythm; the sex was so sweet, so hot… I orgasmed, the best one I've ever had, he began to pound and he came.

He said I love you and returned home.

I told my friend Kellie about the situation, about our gorgeous relationship. She nodded and a few hours later she came back to me with the worst news of my life.

I had sex with him" she said

I felt my heart pound. I screamed and threw myself at her, punching every inch of her backstabbing ugly face. "How dare you, you psycho bitch" I screamed

"I love him though"

And that's when he arrived.

"What's going on!" he screamed.

"HER!" we both simultaneously screamed at the same time

I explained how Kellie had sex with him, and that's when he slapped Kellie right in the nose. Blood started pouring out of her filthy, lying, fucking face.

He said "how dare you! I would never sleep with a filthy skank like you. Why don't you just fuck yourself and die"

Kellie ran away, crying. Wishing she had never been such a horrible bitch.

He and I are now happily married, with my first expecting soon.