In my job, I cheat, lie, manipulate, use people, take credit for their work, walk all over them, humiliate them, all to climb the ladder. I've made enemies, but none of them have have lasted. I have ruined careers. I work for a large corporation, and the ladder is high. I'm 33 now, I've been at this for a long time, and with all the promotions, raises, bonuses, few to none of which I've actually earned, I've already accumulated more money than I can actually use.
I treat my relationships like shit. I manipulate the hell out of them, reduce their self esteem to rubble, then discard them and move on to the next one. Right now I'm dating this gorgeous much younger blonde, and she has all the caring and genuineness and empathy that I lack. I know I don't deserve her. Not even close.
I cheat regularly, as a matter of course. I've been talking to this really hot chick I met online, and I decided to bring her over and fuck her at a time right before I knew my girlfriend would be over. I wanted her to see. Partly just because I wanted to hurt her, no reason, sometimes hurting people gets me off. Partly because I wanted to put her in her place, show her that she is nothing special, I can get someone else just as young and beautiful with no problem. Partly I want to hurt her because I am jealous of her. But I think the real reason is that I'm telling her to *get the fuck away* from me. I'm poison to her, I'll ruin her and I know it.
So I had this girl over and got her to go down on me on the couch. My girlfriend saw, and she was crushed and ran to the bedroom crying. I made the girl continue, and when I came I was loud on purpose, I wanted her to hear. The girl was confused and mad, and I told her to go home. My girlfriend was hurt and weepy all that day, and I was very cold to her, I said she wasn't satisfying me, I needed someone else, and if she doesn't like it she can hit the road. That night in bed she tried to crawl between my legs, but I was in a bad mood and didn't feel like it, and I shoved her away. I heard her crying as I fell asleep.
The next morning she woke me up with a kiss on the forehead. She had this determined look on her face, as if she were saying "I am going to make this work or die trying." She had made me breakfast, French toast with heated syrup, orange juice and coffee, and served it to me on the bed tray. Then she got under the covers and we both ate, when I was done I was going to get up but she started giving me literally the most passionate oral sex I've ever gotten. I felt both contempt and exhilaration that this girl was so completely my bitch. I came at least half a dozen times, the last time was so hard that it actually hurt me, and I went back to sleep until the late afternoon.
We are still together, for better or worse. Poor girl. Sometimes I truly hate myself.


