As I peruse through the final pages of the October issue of Cosmopolitan magazine, a compelling piece, "The Cheating Diaries", assaulted my eyes. Isabelle is a married housewife, who consulted a website serving the married and willing, and met a man, with whom she has weekly sex. It is apparently the rough, crazy, tear-one's-clothes-off, bite people sex. Then, they share the afterglow by looking at videos of each other's children on their cellphones. The best way to celebrate a passionate afternoon is to share videos of the children shared with a spouse one is deceiving. One woman was engaged to a man with a small penis, and chose to avenge his mircophallus with lesbian sex on the side. But, Andrew is the definite winner, who is bored with his girlfriend and frustrated with her aspirations to attend medical school. As a result, he decides to flirt with a "hot girl" who works with him. Flirting leads to sexting, which eventually becomes Andrew sticking his penis in every possible orifice the "hot" girl has to offer. He describes using her as a human bong, as well, as they exhaled into each other's mouths while making out. People like this instill the fear of mutant, antibiotic resistant STD's. I am convinced to continue my process of touching nothing in public places--thank God for Purell sanitizer.
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