guilt

I'm not the monogamy police, a.k.a. why I don't sext randos.

A man is signalling strong intent. He’s hot, the dick is hard, and all signals seem to say go. He may have just passed second base. We’ve maybe exchanged two days to six months worth of sexts - encrypted, of course.

Then, he suddenly pauses, pulls back, and there’s a tell. Always, there is a tell.

He runs a hand over his mouth, as if wiping me off his mouth, and leans back, runs his other hand through his hair (if any) or tugs on his ear (if bald), and says, “I’m married/have a girlfriend/live with someone, is that a problem for you?”

My brother-in-whoring-around.