Confession Point

Im in love with a pimp. He never told me anything “slick” or lied to me to get what he wanted [I WISH I HAD ASKED] . his bestfriend was dateing my best friend so without knowing anything about him I fucked him, it was awesome. by the third time I was already addicted. I wasnt sure what to make of the relationship.

He would pick fuck me in the most passionate manner possible, then take me home. I couldnt help my self at 19 much like the sex i was falling hard and fast he was in his mid 20’s. He knew what say what to do were to touch. i have a weakness for great massages and he definately had the midas touch. After two months of the best sex ever he asked me to move in with him. i dint understand we had never officially agreed to the whole boyfrind girlfriend deal. I mean thats what i wanted but that would have been just to damn good to be true. he’s got his own money own house own car he showers everyday and he has brains. i thought it was a trick question. I thought i had enough bad experiences to know the differences between love and lust, and this was definitely love. eventually i packed my shit and went for it. I couldnt stand the thought of a broken heart again so i told my self that no matter what i was gonna do what ever it took to make this work. i cold have never prepared my self for what was next.

he had never mentioned her before and didnt say very much that day besides “oh yeah, this is old girls room” as if I was supposed to have known who the fuck “old girl” was. i applied at the gentlemans club the day before i moved in with them. the next day when he picked me up for work i trid to open the back door to put my things in the car when the window cracked and a pettite nicely manicured hand popped out. she was pretty and cool as shit. I didnt know what to do besides smile and smoke til i was to high to care about the thousand questions running through my mind . that was 4years ago. my parents love him. My grandmother even has a picture of him in her liveing room. I actually love the thought of knowing that hes fucking other girls and i know all about them rather than past relatonships when i found out about other girls the hards way. i dont think i could breath without him but how will i ever tell the people who care about me the most that I dance at a topless bar making almost 1000 dollars a day and go home and gives it all up to this pimp who i fell madly in love with way to hard & way to fast they think is simply my boyfriend. where will i start? help me please