What Makes You Behave Like That

It was during my divorce that I went to this cheap strip joint. I don't deny I was depressed. I sat at the stage and watched. Titty heaven. One girl came over, up close she was a lot older, crouched in front of me. Although showing pink was against the rules, she slipped her finger under her thong and exposed her pussy, and slid her finger in herself. I looked up and she smiled, whispered fifty would get me laid.

I slipped the money towards her and she told me to meet her outback behind the dumpster. She lowered her thong, her hands against the dumpster, and I fucked her. I went home more depressed than when I got there. I spent the following months worried about catching AIDS. Although the tests were negative.

That was the beginning of the slippery slope. I spent every penny I could lay my hands on fucking lowlife whores. I fucked a couple of homeless whores. I used a condom. Never kissed them, much less ate them out. Fuck and dump and drop a ten or twenty on the ground.

The urges came sporadically, until one day I woke up broke, and helpless.

I'm better now, I'm deeply ashamed for my behavior. I'm divorced. My wife has full custody of my kids I can only see them under supervision.

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by Anonymous on Aug 3, 2024 at 11:06 AM

Sorry to hear man. Sounds like you have some deeper unresolved issues. Better to go to therapy than come here.

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