His back was so hairy, I could hardly touch it at first…But as the rest of the package pleased me so…
When I was 18, I was like most. Still figuring out who I was, enjoying really silly drunk nights out and not being overly responsible, like you are more inclined to be when you are older. I was far from innocent though.
This probably explained why Mr HB clocked me. Being a more mature man, he knew things I was yet to learn and certainly put the moves on me in a way I found quite exciting and daring given the environment we were in.
I can’t remember if he told me before or after we started having sex that he had a girlfriend and that he also lived with her. I wasn’t bothered as I was addicted to the thrill of sneaking off with him for sex. And it was his decision to cheat on her, not mine. I was single at the time and therefore a free agent.
The way Mr HB scorned me (and lowered my opinion of the male species) was by proposing to his girlfriend whilst we were having an affair. It feels a bit weird, even when you are the other woman, for something like that to occur. It moves the goal posts and causes a need for things to be re-assessed – like a risky financial investment when the market changes or shows some turbulence. When I asked him why he’d proposed, he revealed a lot of it was guilt driven due to our affair
Shortly after, I cooled things off as the situation was no longer “doing it” for me. I also moved away from the area shortly after.
Up until last year I was still getting texts off Mr HB for a hook up. He’s now married (to the same girl he proposed to) with a toddler. I kept saying no so I guess he’s given up asking. I have no interest in him these days, for many reasons, one of which being that I have Mr OJ on speed text…