Can you cheat on a married man? Oh yes, I said. And that's exactly when you should know it's time to get the hell out.
I remember what that was like:
Last night I fucked someone who was not you. I didn't want to. What I wanted was you. You were far away. All day talking with me and it's not til the end that sex arises. You ask me what I will be doing tonight--coming, i tell you. I'll be thinking about you, and coming. You ask me to tell you more, you ask me to tell you I want your cock. You know I want it. You know I need it. I know you love this, the intensity of my need for you. But it's not fair. It's not fair that I should be wet and aching and wanting you, that I should be living my life on the fringes of you. I'm starving and I'm given crumbs. You ask me now to tell you I want you, how, where, and I know your wife will be home in ten minutes. You know it too. You know you'll leave me here, undone, possessed. I think again of your wife, and how you'll fuck her tonight. I know you fuck her, I know how, I know you don't think of me when you do. I've known that even without you telling me that. There is nothing I have of you that is only mine. Nothing. Even this, even desire, even your desire for me--all of it goes back to her. Wanting to fuck me makes you fuck her harder and better. The inventiveness I bring to you, you give to her. The things I teach you, you show her. You love her more now, not less, and it is because of me. I think of you fucking her and I envy her. I will give you all my desire, all my passion, knowing you have it with her. Knowing it amplifies all that vibrates between you two. I will still give you it--but I cannot live, with nothing for me. Even this secret you keep from her, the secret of us--you keep it for her and not for me, for her happiness and not mine. Last night I got dressed, I painted my eyes, my mouth. I fucked someone else, and all I thought of was you. Baby, he called me during it and touched my face. I turned away from that and I said coldly don't. Don't call me that. No one has ever called me that but you. Call me whore, I told him, because that's what I am now. Labels: cheating, eros, X |
I choked on a tear when I read this.
Forgive me if I'm being too forward but... time to get the hell out? Or at least let others get the hell in?