that badly? It's not like I hadn't gone without it before.
No. That wasn't it. I needed to make up for the loneliness and the hole in my heart where my Michael belonged.
The impostor walked me to my car and kissed me. The connection only made me feel more alone. His hand reached up and he cupped my breast and squeezed. I yelped and pushed back from him knowing there'd be a bruise. He apologized and might have been sincere but I couldn't read him that well. For all his straight talk and wanting a relationship, I couldn't help but think actions spoke louder than words. Nothing more happened. Leaving the parking lot, he turned right and I turned left.
Later on that night I analyzed the situation I found myself in. If I wanted it to go further all I had to do was email or call to set up a date for the weekend. I could have sex if I wanted it. He was an attractive man with seductive deep set blue eyes. I just needed to decide if I wanted to continue on this path. More than anything I wished for a sign. Sighing, I opened my laptop and did my daily email check.
There it was. When I least expected it. When I was sure that he was long gone and I'd never hear from him again, an email from Michael appeared. My Michael. My hands shook as I opened the email. One line graced the screen resuscitating hope. ‘I would so like to hear from you.'
My heart soared. If things were going well with his infant, he'd have no reason to want to hear from me. More than likely she'd dumped him and he wanted me back. My heart pounded. He wanted me back.
But did I want him? Of course I did, but could I take him back knowing he loved someone else? I had to talk to him. My hands shook as I made the call. No answer. I left a short message and he called me back a few minutes later. I had to know the truth so I asked point blank. Yes, he loved her, but had given up on her long ago. No, he hadn't slept with her since we'd been apart.
I didn't believe that second one, but as long as they were over and he wanted me back, I was happy. Well, I wouldn't run straight to happy. I didn't actually ever think I'd know happiness again. But having him back was all that mattered.
"I need to fuck you. I can't wait until Friday. Are you very busy?"
"I can be there in twenty minutes, Sir."
"The door will be open."
He hung up and I ran to the closet to change my clothes. I dressed quickly and headed out the door like the place was on fire. The smart me kept asking if my IQ had dropped. When had I suddenly become stupid? My heart shut out the sounds of my head. There was joy in forgiveness. And surely he'd show remorse for his sins.
Any thoughts I might have had about a balance of power were quickly forgotten. The second I was in his presence he reminded me of the power play between us and the reason I liked it. We never even made it to the bedroom. He took me on the floor where he found me. Starved for each other, we didn't begin by dissecting what had happened. As a matter of fact, we didn't even speak. He just ground me into the carpet, first fucking me hard and fast, and then repeating the process in a more leisurely manner. When we'd used up every spec of physical energy we could muster, and basked, limbs entangled in the afterglow, for an undetermined amount of time, the ability to formulate speech reappeared.
"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” he murmured in my ear.
I stretched and yawned, my groggy voice not much more than a whisper. “Not much. The girls are coming on Sunday. We're going out to dinner to celebrate then."
"Let's get together on Thursday then. We can have dinner here together and make it an interesting Thanksgiving."
I grinned at him. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I had a reason to give thanks. I didn't stay long but it didn't matter. I'd be seeing him in a few days and we'd be spending the entire day together. Not only that, but at some point we'd be eating Thanksgiving dinner. How normal would it be?
I'd told my kids I
No. That wasn't it. I needed to make up for the loneliness and the hole in my heart where my Michael belonged.
The impostor walked me to my car and kissed me. The connection only made me feel more alone. His hand reached up and he cupped my breast and squeezed. I yelped and pushed back from him knowing there'd be a bruise. He apologized and might have been sincere but I couldn't read him that well. For all his straight talk and wanting a relationship, I couldn't help but think actions spoke louder than words. Nothing more happened. Leaving the parking lot, he turned right and I turned left.
Later on that night I analyzed the situation I found myself in. If I wanted it to go further all I had to do was email or call to set up a date for the weekend. I could have sex if I wanted it. He was an attractive man with seductive deep set blue eyes. I just needed to decide if I wanted to continue on this path. More than anything I wished for a sign. Sighing, I opened my laptop and did my daily email check.
There it was. When I least expected it. When I was sure that he was long gone and I'd never hear from him again, an email from Michael appeared. My Michael. My hands shook as I opened the email. One line graced the screen resuscitating hope. ‘I would so like to hear from you.'
My heart soared. If things were going well with his infant, he'd have no reason to want to hear from me. More than likely she'd dumped him and he wanted me back. My heart pounded. He wanted me back.
But did I want him? Of course I did, but could I take him back knowing he loved someone else? I had to talk to him. My hands shook as I made the call. No answer. I left a short message and he called me back a few minutes later. I had to know the truth so I asked point blank. Yes, he loved her, but had given up on her long ago. No, he hadn't slept with her since we'd been apart.
I didn't believe that second one, but as long as they were over and he wanted me back, I was happy. Well, I wouldn't run straight to happy. I didn't actually ever think I'd know happiness again. But having him back was all that mattered.
"I need to fuck you. I can't wait until Friday. Are you very busy?"
"I can be there in twenty minutes, Sir."
"The door will be open."
He hung up and I ran to the closet to change my clothes. I dressed quickly and headed out the door like the place was on fire. The smart me kept asking if my IQ had dropped. When had I suddenly become stupid? My heart shut out the sounds of my head. There was joy in forgiveness. And surely he'd show remorse for his sins.
Any thoughts I might have had about a balance of power were quickly forgotten. The second I was in his presence he reminded me of the power play between us and the reason I liked it. We never even made it to the bedroom. He took me on the floor where he found me. Starved for each other, we didn't begin by dissecting what had happened. As a matter of fact, we didn't even speak. He just ground me into the carpet, first fucking me hard and fast, and then repeating the process in a more leisurely manner. When we'd used up every spec of physical energy we could muster, and basked, limbs entangled in the afterglow, for an undetermined amount of time, the ability to formulate speech reappeared.
"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” he murmured in my ear.
I stretched and yawned, my groggy voice not much more than a whisper. “Not much. The girls are coming on Sunday. We're going out to dinner to celebrate then."
"Let's get together on Thursday then. We can have dinner here together and make it an interesting Thanksgiving."
I grinned at him. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I had a reason to give thanks. I didn't stay long but it didn't matter. I'd be seeing him in a few days and we'd be spending the entire day together. Not only that, but at some point we'd be eating Thanksgiving dinner. How normal would it be?
I'd told my kids I
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