fucking your boyfriend in a hotel room

I have one boundary and it’s not fucking other women’s boyfriends but the problem is, they don’t usually tell.

I have one boundary and it’s not fucking other women’s boyfriends but the problem is, they don’t usually tell so let me start from the beginning, before you delete this e-mail.

I found your boyfriend on a dating app. 300 kilometres away from the flat you share. I don’t know what he told you about where he was staying. Fact is, he invited me to his hotel near central station on a Sunday afternoon after I refused to go out with him on Saturday night (I had better things to do, like sleep). “What kind of woman meets a stranger in a hotel on a Sunday afternoon” you might ask yourself now, but that is not the point I wanted to make. The point is, that I was meeting your boyfriend on said Sunday and had no clue about it.