Eating Ain't Cheating

Well, sure, I know it is. But I'm not the only one. I've read other confessions on here by women who have someone who goes down on them sometimes. I was 19 years old when I met a much older man who comforted me when I was having trouble with my boyfriend. He was kind and considerate and he listened to me, and I needed that at the time. He couldn't have penetrative sex because of a war injury, but his lips and tongue really knew its way around my pussy. He treated me like some type of goddess who deserved worship, and my boyfriend never gave me that kind of attention. I later got married to a man who wasn't too different from my boyfriend, and have two kids by him. Flaw in me when it comes to the men I end up with.

I'm 30 now and I still visit my cunning linguist as I call him from time to time. He's comforted and thrilled me through break ups, make ups, deaths of friends and relatives, and two pregnancies. It didn't matter to him how big my baby bump was or whether I was wearing make up or how I was dressed, he loved eating me just as much as the first time. We've been friends, closer than most, for a decade and I intend to keep seeing him.