One of those rare, precious escapes. We actually spent the night together. Woke up in each other's arms. No checking the time to see when we'd have to wash, dress, walk out into the streets of Small City and act normal.
I was away for work for the week and Tom joined me for the night.
Clinging to each other at the airport - I hadn't seen him for two weeks and phone calls aren't enough anymore.
Back to the hotel for sweet, sweaty, afternoon sex. Panting in his arms.
The local park for a picnic dinner - bread, cheese, strawberries, a Cabernet Sauvignon. Silly, teenage kissing and groping.
The hotel again - slow and languid this time, knowing we have all night.
Waking for more.
And then saying goodbye in the morning.
I don't know if I can keep doing this.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Yearning
I am having one of those yearning days.
I really want to see Tom.
I really want to just kiss him. One of those luscious, full-body kisses. Pressed together, thigh to thigh, hip to hip. My arms wrapped around his waist, pressing his back, pulling his body closer. His hands, cupping the back of my head, fingers buried in my hair.
Yearning.
I really want to see Tom.
I really want to just kiss him. One of those luscious, full-body kisses. Pressed together, thigh to thigh, hip to hip. My arms wrapped around his waist, pressing his back, pulling his body closer. His hands, cupping the back of my head, fingers buried in my hair.
Yearning.
Monday, February 5, 2007
Why?
What are the attractions of an affair?
Desire
It feels good to be desired again. To be lusted after. To know someone stopped what he was doing in the middle of the day and thought back about what we did last week, with a small smile on his lips and a stirring in his groin. It's not that passion has gone from my marriage, but after nearly 20 years it is only natural that we take each other a little too much for granted.
Compliments
As he runs his hands down my back and murmurs "Your skin is so soft". When we meet in the street and he tells me I look beautiful. The phone call to tell me I was the sexiest person at function last night. The things he says while I move over him, bringing him to the peak of excitement. All those things you say to each other at the start of a relationship - which we still say to each other after an eight month affair, because we see so little of each other.
Novelty
Let's face it - the sex is new and it's great. We know each other well, so we're not awkward, but the physical relationship is fresh; we're still discovering so much about each other. And we can try a few things we haven't done before.
We can't turn to each other every night (nor turn away from each other), so the time we are together is spent making the most of every moment. We can't see each other often, so the anticipation builds between trysts. And supplies great material for my masturbation fantasies.
We even have phone sex - something I didn't believe would really work. It's not as good as the real thing, but it gets me through until I see him again.
Drama
Doing something illicit is definitely part of the attraction. It's not the risk of getting caught that excites me - that's the last thing I want to happen. It's the thought we're doing something that no-one know about, except the two of us.
We have our own little world.
Sex
I don't know if it's some special physical connection between us, or if all the things I've talked about above add up to a heightened physical experience, but the sex really is fabulous.
No man before has made me come just by entering me.
I don't remember feeling this intense sexual hunger before. I've always enjoyed sex, but now I'm hit with waves of desire just thinking about him. Waves of desire which stop me in my tracks.
I constantly want to please him during sex, and yet I feel the selfish need to come again and again.
Just writing this, I'm turned on thinking about him.
If the sex wasn't good, I wouldn't be having an affair. We would just stay friends, not risk so much to be lovers.
Desire
It feels good to be desired again. To be lusted after. To know someone stopped what he was doing in the middle of the day and thought back about what we did last week, with a small smile on his lips and a stirring in his groin. It's not that passion has gone from my marriage, but after nearly 20 years it is only natural that we take each other a little too much for granted.
Compliments
As he runs his hands down my back and murmurs "Your skin is so soft". When we meet in the street and he tells me I look beautiful. The phone call to tell me I was the sexiest person at function last night. The things he says while I move over him, bringing him to the peak of excitement. All those things you say to each other at the start of a relationship - which we still say to each other after an eight month affair, because we see so little of each other.
Novelty
Let's face it - the sex is new and it's great. We know each other well, so we're not awkward, but the physical relationship is fresh; we're still discovering so much about each other. And we can try a few things we haven't done before.
We can't turn to each other every night (nor turn away from each other), so the time we are together is spent making the most of every moment. We can't see each other often, so the anticipation builds between trysts. And supplies great material for my masturbation fantasies.
We even have phone sex - something I didn't believe would really work. It's not as good as the real thing, but it gets me through until I see him again.
Drama
Doing something illicit is definitely part of the attraction. It's not the risk of getting caught that excites me - that's the last thing I want to happen. It's the thought we're doing something that no-one know about, except the two of us.
We have our own little world.
Sex
I don't know if it's some special physical connection between us, or if all the things I've talked about above add up to a heightened physical experience, but the sex really is fabulous.
No man before has made me come just by entering me.
I don't remember feeling this intense sexual hunger before. I've always enjoyed sex, but now I'm hit with waves of desire just thinking about him. Waves of desire which stop me in my tracks.
I constantly want to please him during sex, and yet I feel the selfish need to come again and again.
Just writing this, I'm turned on thinking about him.
If the sex wasn't good, I wouldn't be having an affair. We would just stay friends, not risk so much to be lovers.
Monday meet-up
Of course my tease on Saturday worked well.
Today's txt exchange went like this:
Tom: Got time this pm?
Me: After 2
Tom: XXX Hotel, room xxx, will be there from 2
Me: Can't wait
Txt may not be a very romantic form of communication, but it gets the message through.
I made sure to slip my knickers off before I left work, so we could take what was started in the coffee shop through to the desired conclusion. Walking down the street in the street in the summer sun with nothing under my dress was such an erotic feeling - especially knowing where I was headed.
And the desired conclusion was everything two days of fantasising had built it up to be. That good, hard, up-against-the-wall sex was just what I (and he) needed.
And then we even managed to get around to taking our clothes off!
Today's txt exchange went like this:
Tom: Got time this pm?
Me: After 2
Tom: XXX Hotel, room xxx, will be there from 2
Me: Can't wait
Txt may not be a very romantic form of communication, but it gets the message through.
I made sure to slip my knickers off before I left work, so we could take what was started in the coffee shop through to the desired conclusion. Walking down the street in the street in the summer sun with nothing under my dress was such an erotic feeling - especially knowing where I was headed.
And the desired conclusion was everything two days of fantasising had built it up to be. That good, hard, up-against-the-wall sex was just what I (and he) needed.
And then we even managed to get around to taking our clothes off!
Sunday, February 4, 2007
But, of course...
Tom had to call me last night. The note I gave him had his imagination working overtime. As I knew it would.
He tries to pretend it makes him cross when I play him like that. But we both know full well he loves the teasing and excitement.
Tom has a lovely phone voice, especially when he is using it to seduce me. Every time we talk, or meet, it is a new seduction. We can never take our affair for granted, which means every encounter is like a new start.
He tries to pretend it makes him cross when I play him like that. But we both know full well he loves the teasing and excitement.
Tom has a lovely phone voice, especially when he is using it to seduce me. Every time we talk, or meet, it is a new seduction. We can never take our affair for granted, which means every encounter is like a new start.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Only time for coffee today
I love to meet Tom for coffee. It adds a different dimension.
We cannot touch, other than the ritual hug and kiss of old friends greeting one another. There is no lingering kiss, no passion. Even the way we look at each other must be more guarded.
We must take care not to talk too loudly of when we next can meet, of how much I long to have him inside me.
In a small city like this, there is always the chance we will be seen by someone we know. Sharing a coffee should cause no speculation - we have known each other for many years and work in the same industry - but anything more than that could easily be noticed and would be seized upon as a chance for speculation and gossip.
I find all this quite titillating. It gives other opportunities to tease, to build the anticipation for our next, more private meeting.
Today, just before we parted, I wrote a note on a coffee shop napkin. It said: 'Knickers? No, I'm not wearing any'. I slipped him the note as I left, knowing it would drive him wild to watch me walk away.
We cannot touch, other than the ritual hug and kiss of old friends greeting one another. There is no lingering kiss, no passion. Even the way we look at each other must be more guarded.
We must take care not to talk too loudly of when we next can meet, of how much I long to have him inside me.
In a small city like this, there is always the chance we will be seen by someone we know. Sharing a coffee should cause no speculation - we have known each other for many years and work in the same industry - but anything more than that could easily be noticed and would be seized upon as a chance for speculation and gossip.
I find all this quite titillating. It gives other opportunities to tease, to build the anticipation for our next, more private meeting.
Today, just before we parted, I wrote a note on a coffee shop napkin. It said: 'Knickers? No, I'm not wearing any'. I slipped him the note as I left, knowing it would drive him wild to watch me walk away.
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