First of all, please forgive me for my English. English not being my mother tongue, it is likely that this little testimony is not written as well as possible.
Second important thing, expect this testimony to be devoid of any morality. I am not a moralist, everything I am going to write is only factual, and expresses my feelings relating to the times in which I experienced them.

For several years, I lived a complex love story with a woman living in a country other than mine. When I met her in a chat, she was married at the time. She has three children.
I will spare you the details which will not be interesting to you, but just know and this is an important thing to understand, that this woman is bipolar. Even more so at the time, the variation in his behavior was extreme, I could be the best of men in his eyes and become the worst of assholes in a single conversation.
I knew how to seduce this woman, and take advantage of her very complicated psychological situation. By confiding in me, she admitted to having suffered rape and acts of sexual touching. How did this translate to me? By pushing her, I managed to make her act out extremely perverse sexual patterns. It was not uncommon, when we did sex cams, that she took pleasure in imagining herself having sex with other men, in being subjected to sexual violence, and even in taking pleasure in fantasizing about acts of incest. What excited me the most, beyond all this, was knowing that this woman had a husband and children. Often I thought of her little husband, who had to work at the very moment we were doing these cams in question, while his slutty wife was caressing herself with a virtual stranger.
It took a while before we could actually meet. For several months, we were no longer in contact. Then when I got back in touch with her, she told me that she had just left her husband.
We slept together from the first night we actually met. To be honest, she wasn't particularly experienced, but she was incredibly submissive. Fucking this woman felt really good. But more than anything, I loved knowing that the woman who sucked me had three children by another man. When I met them, they were living with their father at the time. All three were in their early teens. It went well with the two youngest, but the relationship with the eldest was more complicated. How could it have been otherwise? This boy knew that I was fucking his mother. I loved fucking this child's mother, fucking her just like a piece of meat, even though in this boy's eyes she was the symbol of the purest love that is supposed to exist.

All women are sluts; their biological determinism leads them all to be nothing more than a hole for a cock. Our mothers are, and our daughters will be.
I have a little girl today, with another woman. When I gently stroke her hair, I know that one day, another man will do the same, but to push his cock into her beautiful mouth.