It’s all wrong from the beginning. We know it. Ignore it. Coast on borrowed time. We fall into one another far too quickly. I feel myself dissolving; no longer a whole person, but an outline, coloured in with parts of him.
We meet in secret, snatch hours from the top and bottom of days. We’re work colleagues, fuelled by the cliche´of the clandestine. Can’t be together. Can’t stay apart.
For the first time ever, my thoughts are consumed with sex. I’m hungry for it. The more I get, the more I want. It’s selfish, sweaty, fierce sex. We claw at one another. Tumble from the bed to the floor. Collapse in breathless piles of laughter.
He’s beautiful. Simultaneously soft and strong. I feel wanted. Sexy. I walk emboldened. Paint my lips red. On the nights we’re apart, desire keeps me awake. It prickles. Alive and greedy.
At work he’s more senior than I. Has more to lose. He’s a manager in a corporate world of grey suits and strict policies. I’m squeezing in hours around uni lectures, photocopying and filing, counting down the days until summer holidays.
Away from the office in his studio apartment, we circle one another in a dance of words. His drip with logic. Mine are flung from a secret strength. A hurt that festers. A hurt I believe is proof of love. We stall. We sink. We surrender. I wake once again, tangled in sheets and secrets.
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I've been "the other woman" with an older married man in a senior position. It was tumultuous, stressful, and painful - but also the sexiest and most intense period I've ever been through.
Don't get me wrong, I'm married now (I was 19 then) and I understand the gravity of what I've done and the extent to which he betrayed his wife and everything their marriage stood for.
But F*CK was it amazing when we were in the thralls of it. It was absolutely addictive. We could easily have had sex four or five times a night. When we occasionally spent the night together, we would literally wake up at 2am and end up having sleepy, middle-of-the-night sex. We actually said "I love you" hundreds of times, but looking back I understand it was pure lust. It was like this weird animal greed.
I've never experienced anything so intense since!
Don't be silly. That's a man's excuse. He could not keep his dick in his pants. The real reason you did a Monica is because he has power over you and used that power against you and hence, used you.
Oh yes I've had this. Two of the hottest, sexiest, most sensual, lust driven years of my life. It ended mutually and I wouldn't change it for anything.