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The Ultimate Sting

One of my biggest fantasies: chatting with a guy online and casually mentioning I'm a cuck. Telling him my husband's profile name. Watching it unfold. I never did it — cause it would be cheating. But I get it. This week: the line between the sting that ignites and the one that burns everything down.

The Ultimate Sting

I got to make a confession: one of my biggest fantasies was to chat with a guy online and in the talking about the weather and Madonna's upcoming album to mention that I'm a cuck and that I like my husband to sleep with others. He asks about it and I tell him my husband's profile name and he writes him — and you already have a boner like I do.

The thing is — though one time I nearly crossed that line, I've never done it. Cause it would be cheating. To do something that he didn't consent to. But you see — I get it. I get the cucks posting on reddit "how do I get him to cheat on me?"

But here's my take on this: cheating is hurtful and destroys more than the sting of "knowing" brings.

So this week we're looking into a topic that most porn site algorithms throw in the same category: cuckolding and cheating.

Cause here's the paradox: cheating has the power to destroy a relationship completely. And in the right context — with the right two people, with something underneath it that holds — it can be the thing that sets it on fire.

Not the lying. Not the hiding. But the raw fact of it: that he wanted someone else badly enough to act on it. That he is wanted. That there is an elsewhere.

That's the same current. Running through completely different wires.

The difference between the version that destroys and the version that ignites isn't the act. It's what's underneath it. The consent that was there — or wasn't. The trust that holds the charge — or can't.

This Wednesday we are going exactly there. There is a reason this site is called "navigating" — cause we are entering uncertain territory that might include harm. But also immense pleasure. And a story of me at 18, listening to Chaka Khan.