Since my husband separated from me, I've been miserable and drinking a lot. I feel pretty ashamed that even when I'm not drinking, I'm pretty much in an alcoholic haze.
When I'm really hungover I also become highly aroused. It's gotten me into bad habits, especially on weekends. On Saturday/Sunday mornings, I roll out of bed massively hungover and craving dick. To remedy this, I've been going to the sports bar down the street and flirting with the guys who gather there to watch the games. I don't even like sports, but I'm always able to find a guy (or two) who is eager to come back to my apartment for sex.
Even yesterday I picked up a couple of guys and we fucked each other's brains out all afternoon. I felt kinda bad that they were married (saw their rings) but fucking guys makes me feel attractive and I like the company. I am so lonely otherwise.
The only bad part is when they leave to go back to their wives. I suddenly feel an emotional crash, and realize that I'm not their lover or even a friend, but just a quick piece of pussy into which they can blow their loads. It makes me feel so empty, and invariably I end up drinking heavily all evening alone. Then the cycle repeats. Life is hell.