A Letter From The Other WomanYou are the one he’s lived with for a very long time. I have known him for three years.
You are the one who wakes up to his familiar face each and every day and you give him a peck on the cheek. I gaze into his deep brown eyes and run my hands through his slightly graying dark hair as I passionately kiss him.
You are the one he hands the credit card on Saturday morning. He calls you Milady as you walk out the door for an afternoon of shopping. I meet him on Saturday afternoon. I handle every inch of his body in every way. He calls me a Goddess.
You are the one who was not in the mood. When we meet, we will urgently ***** or slowly disrobe each other depending on our mood.
You are the one who nags him about the Honey-Do List. I scream, “Honey do that again as his hands, fingers and tongue do everything I dream about.
I know if you saw me you would wonder what he saw in me. But deep down we both know it has nothing to do with my looks but everything to do with how I make him feel. For these few hours, I let him know he is the one!
Kelki 46-50, F 101 Responses 66 Oct 12, 2011