Married (was coo)
Divorced (sucked azz)
Dating again
At this point in the story I start going out ALOT. Like 3 times a week minimum. Just having fun out there: chicks from the club, old puzzy from FB, new innanet puzzy from dating sites. In a two year period I racked up an additional dozen bodies or so. I always try my best to give "us" a chance so I kick it with one at a time and keep it 100 when I am ready to move on. Sometimes this would take two weeks, sometimes a few months.
Booed up
One late late night I find myself standing in my hallway with a fit blonde on her knees undoing my belt. We had some truly porn worthy sex mixed with food breaks and TV breaks for the next 20 hours. As she was performing some reverse cowgirl on me that was picture perfect like it was lifted from a POV scene, it hit me: I am gonna cuff her.
I had been feeling like I was on the road to Nowheresville with my body count. I imagined that given another few years, even though I was holding back, I would put up some serious numbers just by having sex enough to keep me sane. Right before I got the cuffs out, I was jerking off earlier that day thinking "I need me one of these porno chicks" and BOOM several hours later there she was squirting ALL OVER my bedding.
Turning down puzzy
Since I decided to rock with one woman the she-wolves have been coming out.
My ex finally tried to creep by late late one night. Had to turn it down
This COLD sista I was beating the brakes off of for a little while reappeared. Almost every time we hung out she ended up storming out, cursing me out, and sending me 10 pages of text messages about how I won't s***, but then she'd be back in a day or two "I don't like you as a person but I REALLY wanna f*** some more". She went away for several weeks on a trip right before I cuffed my lady then put the full court press on me upon hwer return. Had to turn it down
A STEWARDESS... fine azz sista I knew from HS... offered to fly me to the Chi, work me over for the weekend, and have me back in time for work Monday. This one hurt. Had to turn it down.
Right this minute there are at least three women within 30 feet of me (at the JO) that I could prolly slay but I just sit on my d*** and wait.
Conclusion
As much as I would have liked to participate in those one-off sessions (or lets say you get half a dozen nuts out of the whole process), the feeling of comfort and safety I feel with my GF far far outweighs seeing some new tittays.
One thing that's critical here is that my GF is a perfect fit for me. She LOVES LOVES LOVES to have her drum banged hard and fast, she is highly orgasmic, and she squirts multiple times almost everytime we do it. This is a dream come true for me cause I, of course, love to go hard and fast and having a woman cum on you repeatedly in the process is pure bliss. I really have to work to satisfy her becuase even though she comes alot, I have discovered that there are big ones and little ones. Big ones are rare, they usually come (no pun) on the third straight day, and after a big one she finally taps out. My whole workout routine is based on having the wind and muscles to put in that work 3 days a week. I even had to count our sex as workouts because I wasn't getting any "rest" on my rest days. Suffices to say: no random grope session in the back on an SUV will produce these results. In fact, no other woman has ever come close to f***ing like I really wanna f***. They are usually good for a round or two but they normally tap out at less than halfway (not during one sex act, but during a 12 hour marathon as described above).
Ultimately I was starting to feel like more of a scumbag with every body I racked up. When I was 23 meaningless sex was every day's number one goal, but now I am kind of ashamed at how many times I have done this.