I, Anonymous 

Unsexty

I had you over to my hotel room to jerk it and watch some adult entertainment. I'm married, happily, but when on the road I find it fun to enjoy the company of another man while pleasuring myself. So, we email. Then we text. Then you blow up my phone with probably 30 texts within an hour. I assumed you were just eager, so why not? You come over. We jerk ourselves to a pretty glorious completion, and then I politely indicate that the encounter is over. Here's where I don't understand you. You leave and begin texting me how our experience wasn't what you were hoping for. Did you speak up when you didn't like the porn? Did you ask to stay longer? No. You seem to only communicate via text message and have no clue how to express anything toward others. You sent me literally 73 texts that night after leaving. I know that it's hard to be unsure of your sexuality. I know sometimes fantasy is better than reality. But please, don't act like a broken-hearted teenage girl because I didn't want to jerk off with you twice in a row.—Anonymous

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