"Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What"
An appealing smell woke me up the same time the alarm clock had a nervous breakdown…the bed…feels broken down…dripping in ecstasy…her scent…still next to me…We met…28 weeks ago…the location...a bar at a business convention…a night that remains a constant revelation of what total gratification truly means…her legs in that red dress…truly mean…"Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What"…what does it all mean?…We traded cards and walked away…7 months later I smell eggs and bacon in her kitchen…Walking down the hallway...I could see her curvaceous figure gyrating in front of the stove to my favorite Anita Baker album…We ate…We debated…after constant penetration this union is a lot more complicated…her expectations…elevated…my concentration was on happiness and living for the moment…"Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What"…what does it all mean?…From passionate "Four-Play" to aggressive confrontations…A friend of yours saw me at the local Jazz Club with a woman who doesn't match your profile…Though this was only speculation I decided to get my umbrella out…I remember we use to sit on the balcony and watch the beauty of storms…now...constantly... you storm out the room confused at what we have going on…Is our pornographic relationship suppose to be taken from the bedroom to a more serious and secure residence?...What is our dedication suppose to be? "Sex, Orgasm, Friends, Lovers or What"…what does it all mean?…We use to practice scene's from the most graphic films…now we practice ways to confuse each other…mentally abuse each other…another 28 weeks of an undercover affair…this is not fair to your husband or my wife…guess we are secret lovers…secret liars…our significant others…they each work out of town for days at a time…We live a selfish lifestyle…one day at a time…
The End
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