Confessions (Part 1)

Confessions 1



I am the other woman.

This is my place for honesty.

Here is the first bit of it.


I am not with him for love or any emotion of any sort. I am with him because he is safe, I am safe from getting any emotion from him and safe from any risk of him needing any emotion from me. Emotion is not what I am in need of at the moment. The last year was far too emotional to want to go anywhere close to that again for a while.

I am with him because he fucks me with his eyes. They look me over and I never want them to look away, they make me feel vulnerable and sexy all at the same moment. He watches me as though the simple act of my breathing is a turn on, his smile is amazing and charming beyond belief.

I am with him because we talk about seduction and sex in the same way. I could never be with just him, he is too flirty and I would forever be jealous and accusatory, but where we are right now, I am the temptation, not being tossed aside for the temptation.

I am with him because he is fun and adventurous. I am with him because he offers me that fun and adventure with no strings attached, no commitment.



After the first time he kissed me, I was with him because of the way he kissed me.

After the first time he held me up against a wall and kissed me, I was with him because of his powerful torso and strong shoulders, and the thrill of his need.

After the first time we had sex, I was with him for many more reasons. He held me firm around the waist and held me to him in an embrace that was crushing and erotic. He was powerful in his movements and vulnerable in his pleasure. He looked me in the eye and it was raw.

After the next time I saw him, I was with him because he was still fucking me with his eyes, because he brought up some of his favorite moves and I am dying to try them and learn to be good at them for him.

Now I am waiting for our next time. It feels easy and free, but I am sure it is not free in the long run, I am already having moments of fear that he will be found out. Perhaps the fear lies in the fact that if he gets caught then we will have to stop.

Strangely, there is no fear that he will voluntarily stop. He is leaving soon so it will be over anyways and he makes a giant distinction between single and married, with not much in between. I think that he enjoys me for much the same reasons that I enjoy him. I think that we are ideal for each other only in this situation, as horrible as it may be.