February 26, 2006
Cheating & Evil Pleasures
A superb thought-provoking article from Hotwife Queen Slut Extreme Raven…
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Have you ever fucked another man’s wife just because it made you hot to know you were taking something away from her and fucking with his head? To know you were screwing around with their relationship? To know the next time he fucked his wife, he was probably going to be thinking about you and not her? He’s going to lie to the woman he loves because of the woman he lusts after. Maybe he might fall in love with you – not that you want him permanently – just a bit of borrowing forbidden fruit and leaving something spoiled. Maybe you end up destroying him through his lust for you… hot or not?
I have. Many times. I admit it; I went after it on purpose because it made me hot and I wanted that kind of fix. I wanted a man so fixated on me that he is driven to distraction and on the edge of ruining his “happy” home.
The poll I ran asking woman questions about cheating on their mates showed a lot of women like to cheat. 53% said they cheated. And of those, more responded it was hotter cheating with another woman’s man than with a stranger. Why? I can only answer for myself, but I can make guesses about others. It feels hot to take something that “belongs” to another. It feels hot to know it’s more than just sex for them – it’s dangerous – it’s not just sex, it’s “wrong”. Men set themselves up for their own downfall. It’s exciting to watch them do it – they can’t help themselves and I glory in coaxing them over the line and ruining them.
Being a slut doesn’t just mean I’m an easy fuck. I’m the bad girl everyone always warned you about. Honest… not just in a fun way – I’m the bad girl who will fuck up your life. That’s why all my relationships failed – I cheated and enjoyed it tremendously. Cheating was always more exciting than being with the guy I was involved with. It was something inevitable after a few days or weeks at most with anyone I promised to be faithful to. And cheating was something that was always more fun with another woman’s man.
It happened over and over again. I went to my best girlfriend’s birthday party when I was 17, took her boyfriend by the hand to the basement and fucked his brains out, then back upstairs to the party. I remember smiling at my girlfriend and wishing her happy birthday with her true love’s cum running freshly down the inside of my thigh. And I never touched him again. But he wanted me – oh how he wanted me - from that point on it haunted him.
A couple people out there seemed to have the idea that because I was a proud slut that there was something wholesome about me. So, all you guys who have a great relationship, wouldn’t you like someone like me to ruin it? Deep down inside, isn’t there something that craves that kind of destruction?
Author: Slut Extreme Raven
February 28th, 2006 at 11:46 am
in reading this post it reminded me of the time that i seduced one the district managers where my husband works (not his immediate supervisor, but the boss of his boss). i had met him at a company function that my husband took me to and was immediately attracted to him. basically i flirted with him, let him know that i was interested, gave him my phone number, and asked him to call me sometime. which he did the next day. we got together for a drink that night and had sex in his hotel room. he knew i was married, of course, and who my husband was, which was part of the thrill for him as well. sad part was, though, that he really wasn’t that great in bed.
February 28th, 2006 at 2:58 pm
Damn you Raven, you are one cold woman. How could you do such things? Lets hook up. LOL
much lust,
misteraxe1
aka jimi dix