Prettyintelligentprincess

Mansion Man...airport and car parking tomorrow night...flies to C---...
No thank you. Too distant. Barriers. No passion. Still he texts and texts and its driving me mad...family already in C---he had business in L---at the weekend.

G...the five star fuck, remember him? Tonight and yesterday...meet me, meet me, meet me...my mind is spinning as I shake my head and smile ...talk about buses all at once! Ironically, he now works and is based rather close to the above! But no. He flatters and charms and woos..then wilts witheringly post coital..in more ways than one.

And just tonight...R..the first Unfaithful...after six or more months...yes...honestly...texts...been out of the country...and would you care for....?

No.
No.
No.

I wait still for him.
It's only ten days now and I wait for him.
And if I do not feel warm
and powerful
and passionate penetration soon...
I shall go mad!!!

Walking in...
suited and booted ...case on wheels...
She stops at the doors and leans... in a subtle attempt of displayed confidence...
Large windows and streaming light falling across tiled floors....
He is there, sitting, dark suit, almost willing the chair to consume him, he's waited so long.
Smiling and melting backwards gradually into rippling gentle giggles.
Longish hair and dark eyes...strong and reasonable...holding her gaze...they need to touch..it's ridiculous..they both need some feeling of strength...
Some feeling...
Just some.

Draughts during kisses
Kisses during nakedness
Nakedness during passion
Passion during fucking
Fucking during passion

Perpetual motion.
Perpetual time.
Square spaces.
Noisy density.

The last on the left is bursting its invisible seams.
It holds them both.
It contains them.
It cocoons them...safely

Until the rude interruption of morning...

Bitch Two soon leaves..new post..yet she has tears and tantrums and it's all rather tiresome.
I am invading her space; her domain; her territory. Heaven forbid I should ever return...but I did...and the Building Of Betrayal is softening its edges and melting into the beginning of summer time.
My success is no longer in question yet never shall I presume to assume.
Bitch One..didn't I tell you, is my new best friend...remember the saying, '...keep your enemies closer...'
Tonight a monumentous email with a list of 'jobs'...for tomorrow..well, I do believe Bitch Two still reigns supreme...and she's still getting paid...and she was eager to drip the poison...so...erm...excuse me..but exactly where do I fit outside the official box of The Chief and Deputy Chief?
The List is bloody ginormous...and I smell a solution for failure...well, not me; not this time.
Hence, Deputy Chief fully aware...and I await as the shit WILL hit the fan. I've exposed the emails. I know I'm good but I'm not bloody wonder woman.

Bitch Two, pathetically red-eyed this morning...up the dosage dear. I actually have no bitterness, no anger left. I fight against it..but I can't stop the forgiveness I feel. I will never ever forget...but the forgiveness rules my heart and I feel astounded with my compassion and my pity. She was roped in and I never will be..

For all...except him.

And still one day, he will pay...he should have known better and I will gratify myself with him one day...when he crosses my path it will be the last time he does so.

I saw him for the last time...8 and a half hours before I raided the medicine cupboard.
He is the instigator.
He is the tyrant.
He is the future victim...have no doubt.

This is my world.
Welcome to something brave and new.