I. Have. kissed by strangers

Hello everyone, I’m Emma and I cheated.

This is what it might sound like with anonymous scammers, if they existed.

But I would send a set immediately afterwards. Me Emma did not hardcore cheat on my boyfriend. I haven’t slept with anyone else. I just kissed someone else. And it meant nothing.

can I go now

I probably couldn’t. It’s not that simple. Kiss strangers, say three sentences and that’s it.

But from the start. Recently I went on a city trip with my gay neighbor and his friend. Sandro doesn’t want to go. That’s super easy. After all, we deliberately do not just come in a double package.

In any case, Tel Aviv has very beautiful people. When I say people, I mainly mean men. And the later in the evening and the better the party, the more beautiful they become. Find the gays, I think.

The most beautiful of this evening is called Yosef. Yosef is great. Black hair, very dark eyes, very muscular arms, very tanned. Josef is there with some friends. His English is at least as sexy as his biceps.

We start talking. I don’t know what we’re talking about. All I know is that the bass will eventually get clunky and I’ll get weak. Josef buckles it up, pushes me against a post and kisses me.

He kisses and kisses and kisses and I love it, great, great.

I think of Sandro for a moment. I miss him and I don’t miss him. Sandro’s pillows are my home. But this is the very green forbidden lawn next to it. Josef wants to go now. No one is at home in his flat. I’m considering whether I want to continue with this.

my body doesn’t want my heart

heart over head.

Josef is now offended. Joseph is annoying.

The gays want to move on. I walk back to the hotel. It’s almost 3 am.

I call Sandro’s number. face time He answers. “Mazel tov,” he says and laughs.

That mischievous smile. I love it. Love him. love us

That’s exactly what I’m saying. Followed by a “Hey, I kissed an unsympathetic but very handsome local man half an hour ago.”

Anything can happen now.

my heart is racing I feel the heartbeat in my head. My hands are a little sweaty.

Sandro says he needs a minute. He has to see if there is anger or disappointment. I’ll wait with you. Two or three minutes pass in which we keep looking at each other. I have to look in panic. He always has to smile.

Perhaps a sign of insecurity.

“You, There’s No Negative Feeling”he says. ‘Ems, I don’t really want to begrudge you that. you know before We fucked other people all the time but in the end we always preferred to end up with you or me? We were always our home. That is what counts!”

Sandro is really getting going now. “Sometimes I also miss kissing, feeling, tasting someone else. Yes, I’m thinking about having sex with others. Do you too, Ems?”

“definitely needy”I say and smile.

“Even!”

Yes, hold on, does he want to open our relationship here at 3 am?

“I don’t know, Ems!”

I also do not know it.

But what we both know is that we love each other. We only want love. the sex? Somehow it does and somehow it doesn’t.

We should probably go over the books. We end the phone call with Ufzgi, which we give ourselves.

Until we meet again in a few days, we will worry. Then we introduce each other.

I have to go now. Write a list of pros and cons. Which I can present to you in two weeks.

Do you have arguments for and against? OK, rhetorical questions! Fire away.