Even in the evening, Tokyo’s weather was unforgiving. As I maintained the plank position, my muscles trembled with exhaustion and sweat trickled down my spine. I looked up to see Faisal staring at me with a heavy, concentrated gaze. His appreciation was evident in his dark eyes. His comment, “Nice position,” caused my cheeks to flush and my focus to waver. I was both nervous and intrigued because this was the first time he had paid me any real attention.
I am a software developer named Radhika. I am disclosing the details of my May 23rd cheating on my long-term boyfriend with a man I met on-site in Tokyo for the first time. I am fortunate to have a 34E chest, and I have always drawn a good number of men’s attention. I will be honest and say that I enjoyed the attention.
So let us get on.
Tokyo was becoming a suffocating place for me. They included cooking, sleeping, and working. I desired more, anything that would rouse me from my sluggishness. Even though my three-year partner has always been there for me, I could not get rid of the sense that I was missing out on life because he now resides in a different place.
I impulsively joined a gym close to my flat one day. Working out in front of strangers had always made me nervous, but my boyfriend’s support gave me the motivation I needed. I saw a man who appeared to be watching my every move as soon as I started going to the gym. Faisal was his name, and he would frequently approach me to strike up a discussion.
I did not want to talk to Faisal at first. I would not want to encourage him, but I would smile and nod courteously. However, Faisal persisted, and days gradually stretched into weeks, and I became exhausted as a result. Every day he was there, smiling, waiting, and eager to talk. Despite blaming myself for being such a weak person, I looked forward to our brief interactions. After all, I had been dating my partner for three years. Even yet, when other men complimented me, I flushed.
After his training one day, he asked me to join him for coffee. I agreed on the spur of the moment and took a seat across from him in a pleasant cafe where the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Today, he was different. More flirtatious and open. He left his fingers on my cheek and stroked a lock of hair from my face. My tummy began to churn with butterflies. I had not experienced that emotion in a while.
On our third meeting, which Faizan subsequently referred to as our “first date,” things became hot. I was so absorbed in our chat that I failed to notice that it was eleven o’clock. I was terrified and concerned about how I would navigate the city by myself. I am certain that Faizan’s offer to drive me home was really a ruse to get more time with me.
I got chills when I sat in his car with another guy. I just recall the chats we had; the distance and the trip seemed to be a haze. I have always enjoyed having discussions, and the secret to gaining my affection is having a good one. Faizan appeared to have guessed it at that very moment. He left his car at the society’s gates and led me to his flat.
He kissed me as soon as I turned to look at him. I recall being taken aback by his unexpected intensity and the warmth of his lips against mine. I sprinted to my room. I was crying and feeling a range of contradictory emotions. Though I did not want him, I did want him. Not in this manner, not with other individuals present.
However, I avoided him and went back to the gym the following day with the intention of putting an end to the situation permanently. However, his grin and charm captured my attention, and the next thing I knew, we were having coffee together. One day, I returned the kiss. It resembled a dam breaking. My body ached for his touch, and I felt like I was on fire. With my heart racing with excitement, I welcomed him to my place.
I found his early arrival to be a charming quality. I felt secure in his company as we conversed and laughed. I went to the restroom and stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I honestly did not have any expectations. However, I wanted to look my best. He was naked on the couch, browsing through his phone as if it were the most natural thing in the world, when I went out.
I let out a startled gasp. A grin gradually appeared on his face as he raised his head.
In a deep, snarling voice, he declared, “You are gorgeous.”
“Well, you are,” I responded, tensing up and avoiding eye contact with him.
I could feel the heat rising in my body from his stare. My body was already roaring with want as I sat next to him, trying not to glance at his erect penis.
I felt a fire ignite inside me as he gripped my hand. With all of my unbridled desire, I leaned in and gave him a kiss. Our lips never left each other as he lifted me and carried me to the bed. Through my clothing, I could feel his hardness pressing against me and rubbing his penis against my clit. I was really aroused.
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