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Break the Cycle
As I lay there staring into his eyes, our bodies intertwined, the guilt and betrayal would not leave my mind, how often had I told myself that never would I succumb to his sexual advances, never would I make myself the victim of self loath, never would I go against my core principals, monogamy was no longer a part of me.
The lies that I had told him, seemed to have become a part of me, so easily would they come forth, deceit had become routine, suffocated with guilt, yet at the same time, the pleasures from it was too much to deny myself.
It would be ok, if my husband had treated me wrong, not payed enough attention, abused me, but he had always treated me with the utmost loving and care, I had no reason to do the things that I had done, I had let the heat and desire get the best of me.
I softly caress his face with my fingers, wondering how something so wrong could feel so right, I did not love him, yet I felt compelled to stay with him, he never told me that he loved me either, it was a situation of benefits, to satisfy each others pleasures denied from us from our respectable partners. He would not leave his wife and I would not leave my husband, there was too much at stake, yet getting caught would bring the ruin in both of us. I would lose my children, their respect and their love; I would be more alone than I had ever been.
As these thoughts consume me, I realise that none of this is worth it; I must leave before the worst consumes us both. I hurriedly wear my clothes and quietly leave, not to disturb him, not allowing him to pull me back into his embrace.
It has been only a mere twenty four hours since I left him, when my husband kissed me this morning, all I could think about was his touch, his mouth on me, allowing pure sensation to run through me. The desire making me moan seemed to give my husband the notion that I wanted him, yet as we lay with our bodies next to each other the passion that I want, the passion that I needed was not there.
My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of the house phone:
"Meet me at the park in five minutes"
He hangs up, and I find myself returning to my life of deceit and guilt once again
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Six Years Ago
"Flight number 530 Quantes Airlines to Melbourne Australia is now ready for boarding...economy class passengers may now board" Came the voice over the loud speaker.
I picked up my hand luggage with my boarding pass in hand ready to go through the gates when suddenly:
"Chance!"
He came running towards me, grabbed me by my arms and kissed me. No I love you's or sweet nothings, just one kiss which I had yearned for since...I can't remember when.
"Call me when you get there" he said with a grin on his face, with a sense of suave. He then turned around and walked away leaving me stunned.
Patrick Stumph had kissed me.
As I lay there staring into his eyes, our bodies intertwined, the guilt and betrayal would not leave my mind, how often had I told myself that never would I succumb to his sexual advances, never would I make myself the victim of self loath, never would I go against my core principals, monogamy was no longer a part of me.
The lies that I had told him, seemed to have become a part of me, so easily would they come forth, deceit had become routine, suffocated with guilt, yet at the same time, the pleasures from it was too much to deny myself.
It would be ok, if my husband had treated me wrong, not payed enough attention, abused me, but he had always treated me with the utmost loving and care, I had no reason to do the things that I had done, I had let the heat and desire get the best of me.
I softly caress his face with my fingers, wondering how something so wrong could feel so right, I did not love him, yet I felt compelled to stay with him, he never told me that he loved me either, it was a situation of benefits, to satisfy each others pleasures denied from us from our respectable partners. He would not leave his wife and I would not leave my husband, there was too much at stake, yet getting caught would bring the ruin in both of us. I would lose my children, their respect and their love; I would be more alone than I had ever been.
As these thoughts consume me, I realise that none of this is worth it; I must leave before the worst consumes us both. I hurriedly wear my clothes and quietly leave, not to disturb him, not allowing him to pull me back into his embrace.
It has been only a mere twenty four hours since I left him, when my husband kissed me this morning, all I could think about was his touch, his mouth on me, allowing pure sensation to run through me. The desire making me moan seemed to give my husband the notion that I wanted him, yet as we lay with our bodies next to each other the passion that I want, the passion that I needed was not there.
My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of the house phone:
"Meet me at the park in five minutes"
He hangs up, and I find myself returning to my life of deceit and guilt once again
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Six Years Ago
"Flight number 530 Quantes Airlines to Melbourne Australia is now ready for boarding...economy class passengers may now board" Came the voice over the loud speaker.
I picked up my hand luggage with my boarding pass in hand ready to go through the gates when suddenly:
"Chance!"
He came running towards me, grabbed me by my arms and kissed me. No I love you's or sweet nothings, just one kiss which I had yearned for since...I can't remember when.
"Call me when you get there" he said with a grin on his face, with a sense of suave. He then turned around and walked away leaving me stunned.
Patrick Stumph had kissed me.
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