sex (noun) – /seks/ – sexual activity, including specifically sexual intercourse
This is my story, the story of a woman involved with a married man for 5 years. So yes, there was lots of sex involved. Why else would a man cheat, right? Of course as a home-wrecking whore, I also had to be in it for the sex… and power, naturally. So let’s do this. Let’s get the gratuitous sex out of the way…
The weekend we escalated, there was lots and lots of sex. Sex on the bed, on the floor, on the couch, against the wall, in a chair, and in the shower. There was manual, oral, vaginal, and anal sex. There was missionary, doggy, reverse cowgirl, and scissoring sex. There was mind-blowing, exhausting, multi-orgasmic, all-nighter sex. From Thursday night to Sunday afternoon, I don’t think we spent much time outside of his hotel room. It all had to be about sex, right? Why else would either of us risk ruining his marriage?
Believe it or not, somewhere squeezed into all of that sex, a connection formed. I know you think I’m deluding myself. Hell, I’m sure I am. But when I was on the cusp of leaving for home, planning to never see him again, he asked me to stay. He wanted one more day, one more night. And the sex took a backseat to whatever had driven him to ask me to stay.
In that extra 24 hours, we walked around town, sharing our secrets, our stories. We laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, laughing like kids up past their bedtime. We held hands and curled into each other. And when it came time to say goodbye, he couldn’t. He asked if and when he could be with me again. And when it came time to say goodbye, I couldn’t. I agreed and said as soon as possible.