I never cheated on anyone in my life. I didn’t cheat on Steve. We broke up when I started fucking his best friend. I would never, ever, ever cheat on Jim.
Jim and I dated for a year. It was the best. Yes sometimes I craved rougher and naughtier sex but that was okay. I loved Jim. We had an amazing romance. He was my man.
Jim asked me to marry him. I was just 21 years old and Jim was 26. I said I loved him but I wasn’t ready. He got so mad. I never had seen him like this. It was like he became a different person. We would argue and cry. Jim didn’t understand. I realized later that Jim was used to getting whatever he wanted. Especially from women. He couldn’t stand it that he finally put himself out there and a woman turned down his proposal of marriage.
Jim broke it off with me. I was in shock.
The next day after crying my eyes out I made a decision. I picked up the phone and called a man. A married man. An older man. A man that I knew wanted me. A man that used to objectify me with his eyes and his words. Oh, and yes it was someone that Jim knew very well. It was Jim’s former boss.
In part 4 of Bad Girl I begin to tell the story of how this good girl made a decision that lead to situations and experiences I never thought I would find myself in.
“Hello this is William,” he answered the phone.
“Uhhhh, hi,” I said nervously. My heart was pounding. My pussy wet. “This is Kali. Do you remember me?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Big tits.”
My pussy ached.
“Meet me at this address in 30 minutes,” he said.
We both hung up. I sat there for a second. I stood up. I walked over to my closet and then to my dresser. I held a thong in one hand and my 5-inch fuck me pumps in the other. I looked at myself in the mirror. Yes, I thought. Yes.
And so it was beginning again. The slut in me was awakened again.
To Be Continued ... ... ...