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The Group Sex That Went Wrong
He Won’t Stop Texting
A swinger night before Christmas, there we were — me, my partner, and another couple, four bodies intertwined in a pleasure game that should have stayed exactly there — in the memory of a night well spent. But no. Because there’s always that one who confuses lust with love, who turns a casual fuck into a story of unresolved obsession.
For those who haven’t read it, this is the initial story:👇🏻
The scene started like many others I’ve had in the swinger scene: exchanged contacts after an intense night, knowing smiles, that feeling of mission accomplished when everyone leaves satisfied with the silent promise of maybe doing it again someday. The problem? The electrician decided he’d gotten more than just a shock that night with me.
Out of nowhere, he started bombarding me with messages. First subtle, then increasingly intense. Love declarations from a man who only saw me naked once, who fucked me while his wife and my partner were right there beside us.
