The post before, is a practice shot, at writing a lewd sexual romance piece. WARNING: FILTHY LANGUAGE BELOW.



I loved having sex with him. He turned me on, beyond belief, but of course, I would never have told him that. Never once, did we utter the word love. We just fucked. A couple of hours, twice a week or more. Hooking up, just to fuck and talk, fuck and talk, fuck and talk. We had more than just a fucking relationship. I am sure, there was some sort of love going on, just cannot figure out, what kind. Thirteen years. Now it is over. Wish it would have turned out differently. Had to end. How long can one go on, having an affair with a married man? I was always there. He had just been dating her 6 months. I was always there, through their entire relationship. I had to end it, when they adopted their baby. That was it. He was such a liar. He lied to me, all the time. What could you expect, from a man who lied to his wife. Cheated on his wife. He would have married me, but I did not want, anymore children and he could not be trusted. I do not cheat. I was single, when I carried on with him. Well, I carried on, period. I had a blast and why not. I kept my men, separate from my son. He never knew. Not once. Just because, I was alone, doesn't mean, I was always alone. I have had a hard life, but I have lived. I have made sure to enjoy the fruits of my womanhood.

Got to go to bed.