Lifting the Curtain Behind the Fantasy of a Cheating Lover
Things aren’t always what they seem when reality and fantasy collide
When you are an affair partner as a woman, you become a bit of a “fantasy.”
“What are you wearing right now?” My grubby stretched out pants and most comfy shirt, dude. I’m at home, and I’m not wearing a cropped top with my under titties hanging out for you.
I’m much more exciting than your boring wife. I know, I know.
Except, I’m not.
Cheating is a fantasy. What kind of woman am I? I’m not a conservative mom from the suburbs. I’m not the dutiful daughter, I’m not a church-going wife singing in the pews, and I’m not sleeping in plain pj’s in our marital bed.
No, to you, I’m a free-thinking sensualist unbound by convention. I’m born of the earth, wild and free. I’m in slinky nighties fingering myself, waiting for your texts.
How appropriate for an adulteress.
I don’t have “real world” issues.
I’ve got plenty. Between writing and working and parenting, I am stretched thin, not to…
