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Smoke Rings
She turned a blind eye to the whores that drained his balls on the side, whilst she played the role of his being his devoted wife.
Her love was written in black & white, once upon a time.
She swore to love, honor and cherish him. Even when she smelt another womans scent all over him, she'd recite those words to herself as a reinforcement.
A woman knows when her man strays, it's written all over his face, and the eyes are incapable of telling lies. No matter what escapes through his lips.
For some, sharing is caring.
For others, it's an act to restrain oneself from committing suicide, or committing a murderous act. Though, neither are viable courses of action when he's already in the trenches fighting his own battles as he battles with his inner truths & outer lies as he traces her frame in white chalk.
Common sense informs you to walk away, whilst ones self respect enables them to hold their head up, whilst taking those steps in the opposite direction.
And so, she stood there pondering whether or not to execute her revenge, or fuck the next man that was interested in nursing her broken heart as she made him hurt her more, before carefully putting her back together again.
Some women crumble, whilst others, find their mojo under the covers riding a wild horse that means nothing.
In the morning, it'll become apparent that there's more to life than crying over the loss of a man that was so quick to disrespect the perimeters.
Yet, she feels nothing for fucking a complete stranger, just to relieve her stress.
Blowing smoke rings in the dark was fun as she realised certain truths that indicated that she was no better than he was.
Her love was written in black & white, once upon a time.
She swore to love, honor and cherish him. Even when she smelt another womans scent all over him, she'd recite those words to herself as a reinforcement.
A woman knows when her man strays, it's written all over his face, and the eyes are incapable of telling lies. No matter what escapes through his lips.
For some, sharing is caring.
For others, it's an act to restrain oneself from committing suicide, or committing a murderous act. Though, neither are viable courses of action when he's already in the trenches fighting his own battles as he battles with his inner truths & outer lies as he traces her frame in white chalk.
Common sense informs you to walk away, whilst ones self respect enables them to hold their head up, whilst taking those steps in the opposite direction.
And so, she stood there pondering whether or not to execute her revenge, or fuck the next man that was interested in nursing her broken heart as she made him hurt her more, before carefully putting her back together again.
Some women crumble, whilst others, find their mojo under the covers riding a wild horse that means nothing.
In the morning, it'll become apparent that there's more to life than crying over the loss of a man that was so quick to disrespect the perimeters.
Yet, she feels nothing for fucking a complete stranger, just to relieve her stress.
Blowing smoke rings in the dark was fun as she realised certain truths that indicated that she was no better than he was.
Published 14th Dec 2014
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14th Dec 2014 4:19pm
Men need sex, real sex, hot dirty sex
When married sex becomes boring, as it often does, some men cheat, not all
When married sex becomes boring, as it often does, some men cheat, not all
14th Dec 2014 4:53pm
The lady in question seems to realize that seeking revenge in the form of a counter fuck is degrading. She's reduced to his level. There may or not be some level of satisfaction to this. So she blows smoke rings, contemplating folly or fair play. Really fine, shadow.
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- Edited 14th Dec 2014 8:29pm
14th Dec 2014 8:28pm
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15th Dec 2014 2:43am
This is wonderful write. He has already disrespected her with the lies not the betrayal. The lie is what hurts most. I do not feel that when a women seeks revenge by laying with another man, it isn't about revenge. It is more of taking back control that they gave up, and it is also about getting the kind of disrespect that they yearn for....if we would only listen to your bodies, we could avoid such a mess.
