Mistress No More

This is turning deeper than a fling. It was only supposed to be pleasure,kicks and no pain. Our dirty little secret, hidden from the world, it was supposed to be a one time thing. Then it turned into a weekend trend, and we both became greedy, turning it weekly. I didn't expect us to become addicted to each other...You had to see me every chance you got, turning me into a business trip, a client consultation, a impromptu meeting. Every lie she fell for it. I told myself to stop, this isn't right, I'm wrong. But I found myself weak to you, in your arms again. I tried everything to keep you away. I even admitted and professed that I was in love with you. And I could have died when you confessed that you loved me back. I was sick of hiding, lying, and creeping. Sick of being a part time lover. Waking up alone, sleeping alone, eating dinner alone,celebrating alone. Tired of meeting you in odd places where you would never run into anyone you or your wife mutually knew. Bookstores, out of town museums, clients' timeshares, the beach house she knows nothing about. No matter how good you make me feel, I still feel disgusting, slimy and used. I am no more than a prostitute. Why? Ever so often you transfer money to my account, we never talk...Of course you talk about her and what she lacks. But before this we were friends. We talked about the world, how we could change it and politics. The court of law and it's fairness. Now our bodies do the talking. Your draining me emotionally and spiritually. I can't be your mistress anymore. I won't allow you to use me like a urinal. Do all the things physically she won't do but come home to authentic love. I'm done. I'm your mistress no more.
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