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The Road to Nowhere in Adultery
The Space Growing Between my Lover and I
“What are you wearing?” my lover asked.
He was trying to visualize me since we were far apart. I was on vacation, and he was back home.
“Could I reach up your skirt easily? Touch you?” he said.
“Um, yeah, if you were closer,” I noted dryly.
What is with men and the obsession with a lack of undies?
“I’m not wearing any underwear!” I said to provoke him. I knew he would love it. To prove my point, I slipped my utilitarian beige cotton string bikini’s down my legs.
“Take a picture!” he begged.
“I’m not taking a picture! My pussy always looks like a plucked chicken in pics. It’s gross.”
“It’s not gross. It’s beautiful. I want you so much. You have no idea,” he wrote.
I compromised and took a shot of my used undies.
“Be happy,” I texted.
“If I could smell them.”
“You are a freakish man, you know that?” I said, secretly pleased that he loved my scent. I don’t think my husband has once in over 20 years, complimented my odor.
