Being The Other Woman

Do you wanna play?

Thelma Dickinson 2.0
Nov 7 · 3 min read
Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

He was married, but that didn’t stop me. I wanted him. I knew he wanted me, he’d never hidden that fact from me. I could see it in the way he looked at me, right in my eyes without blinking, and holding the stare for much longer than necessary. We were playing with fire, but we didn’t care.

It was temporary. It was for fun. And it was damn hot.

Thelma Dickinson 2.0

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Freedom writer of unpopular opinions. “She drove the car off the cliff. I was just along for the ride.”

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