The first "official" time I experienced a complex blend of emotions, some positive, some negative. I was in the capacity of voyeur, the event was spontaneous, not planned. KK picked up a guy in the hotel bar, brought him up to our suite, gave me a brief chance to "say no," then the two of them fucked like bunnies, oblivious to my presence.
During the encounter, I experienced a simultaneous mix of nausea, regret, self-loathing, disgust, amazement, and off the chart lust - I experienced a spontaneous, hands-free orgasm/ejaculation while watching them suck and fuck each other's brains out. In the moment, the negatives gave way to lust, followed by "reclaiming" KK after the guy left.
The next few days and weeks were more complicated; recurring feelings of shame, regret, self-loathing, followed by lustful highs, looking to repeat the experience. Eventually the negative emotions dissipated, almost never returning.
During the encounter, I experienced a simultaneous mix of nausea, regret, self-loathing, disgust, amazement, and off the chart lust - I experienced a spontaneous, hands-free orgasm/ejaculation while watching them suck and fuck each other's brains out. In the moment, the negatives gave way to lust, followed by "reclaiming" KK after the guy left.
The next few days and weeks were more complicated; recurring feelings of shame, regret, self-loathing, followed by lustful highs, looking to repeat the experience. Eventually the negative emotions dissipated, almost never returning.

