Being the other woman has its ups and downs. And the emotional roller-coaster you go on can sometimes make you physically sick.
The situation I’m in is very similar to that of a new girlfriend in a shiny brand-new relationship; so with that comes those glorious feelings of firsts; the first time we held hands, the first time he brushed the hair of my face, the first kiss in a crowded bar, the first kiss EVER, the first time we saw each other naked, the first time there was skin on skin.
But then, in stark contrast, I have to deal with all the times he can’t see me because he’s with her; the fact that there are certain places we can NEVER visit for fear of being spotted together; the sudden silence and movement away from me, when only seconds ago we were superglued together on the tube, because the next stop is where she works… these things all come with the affair territory, and I’ve found, the sooner I get used to it, the better. It doesn’t make things any easier though.
But the firsts are worth it, believe you me.
Because we have to be careful and discreet, because we can't talk everyday or text every second, because we have ‘real, normal’ lives, the firsts hold their thrill for longer.
We had another date recently- still had those ‘first’ feelings in my stomach when I set eyes on him. The shuddering, flopping in my belly, that oozing wetness between my legs, the catch of breath as he leant over to say hello… the fact that we did not kiss until well into the evening, which made the kiss all the better for the waiting.
It feels like being wooed all over again, something we’ve both discussed at great length. We only slept together after five dates. If either of us were single, things would have moved much quicker.
But having an affair is a completely different ballgame… these things take TIME and TRUST.
Laters x
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