OK so this is definitely the dumbest thing I’ve ever done so of course I’m going to share it here, right? This happened about a month ago.

I was at a party with a bunch of my friends and having a great time as you do at parties. We got there probably around 9 but I accidentally (lol) got too drunk so I left earlier than everyone else, probably around like 2:30 or 3:00. Not exactly sure honestly. Anyway, I always get super horny when I’m drunk so I wanted to go see my boyfriend. He had to work late so he wasn’t at the party, but he would have been off work by the time I was leaving. The party was at someone’s house just off campus so it wasn’t a far walk and I kind of stumbled my way there I guess. It’s kind of a blur.

The problem happened when I got to his dorm building but accidentally went to the wrong floor apparently. I go up to what I thought was his door, knocked once, and then just tried the door and it happened to be open so I just walked in. I’m sure you can see where this is going so cutting to the chase, I fucked this random guy who was certainly not my boyfriend while thinking it was.

I don’t remember a ton of it honestly. I remember walking in as he was waking up and him being like “What the hell?” but I just kinda laughed and fell down on him and mumbled something about him knowing how horny I get after drinking and saying he missed a great party and gave him a kiss.

It sounded like he was about to say something, but I think I cut him off when I started trying to get under the covers and also starting to take my clothes off. I remember there being some thought in the back of my mind about why he wasn’t helping me, so I was like “baby come onnnnn” or something and I think that got him going more I guess.

I haven’t been asking my boyfriend to wear condoms lately, so when he asked I just like giggle and was like “Uh no” and I think that really turned him on. I’m pretty sure we did missionary, doggy, and I rode him and he came inside me at least once. We also did oral on each other but I probably didn’t do a great job. I don’t really remember. Time was hard to keep track of but we had to have fucked like all night.

The revelation the next morning was not ideal and I kind of freaked out a little and he was obviously apologetic and probably was worried I would say he raped me or something. I felt horrible but I also couldn’t shake the feeling of how hot it was about how that went down. I have not told my boyfriend this happened and I haven’t seen this guy since (I don’t even know his name) and I’m not planning to. I’m not a girl who had ever thought about cheating or wanted to, but here we are…

So that’s it. Happy to answer anything about it. I would say right now I feel really bad about it, but I also find it hot too. Bad explanation I know, but I don’t really remember it I guess so maybe that’s why?