The most dangerous part of being a mistress is forgetting your own reality. Having such happy moments with your lover, that you forget there are other priorities. Losing track of time. Leaving marks on skin. Creating an entire make-believe world where only the two of you exist and then having to face the crushing reality of falling, alone, from those special moments. What I struggle with more than anything as a mistress i...

Most days I am completely convinced I have multiple personality disorder. All the different emotions run through my body at any given moment, surging to the surface or getting locked away deep within myself. Each personality fights for her own space, her own unique needs, all while trying to please the beast within my groin as well. My dominant personality is Amanda. She is crazy and funny and happy all the time. She like...

I stop at this gas station almost every morning. I know all the current employees and owner, as I have for the last five years I have come here. All have their own unique personalities and sexual appetites. I have my favorites, as I am sure they have their own personal favorite customers. It is owned by two brothers who couldn’t be more opposite. Seth, the older, more laid-back Arab brother, is in a very unhappy, boring a...

We meet each other at our favorite early morning rendezvous. You are handsome as ever, your tall body casting mysterious shadows on the pavement as you walk to my car. I have a dress on and am ready for our AM excitement. I get out of my car and we meander around the parking lot, neither of us sure exactly what we should be doing, only what we want to be doing. You grab my hand and take me back to your car. I get in and y...

Now that you know a little about how my affair came to pass, I will tell you some tips. Lets start with Jealousy. That big green guy. Some people feel it more so than others. I didn’t for a very long time. Not in love, at least. Sure, I have been jealous over cool shoes, or amazing sex stories. But the type of Jealousy I am talking about is for the cheater's significant other If you are cheating, there have to be spouses,...

There were once beautiful baths that existed in this world. Back when sexuality wasn’t hidden like a disease and the true beauty of the naked form and nature was something to be preserved instead of graffitied upon or covered. It lay next to the modern-day bath, a community swimming pool. It's mildly populated this afternoon. Couples, young and old, children splashing about, elders tanning themselves. Everyone enjoying th...

I sit here on the worn wooden park bench remembering the last time I was in this very spot. Our nature preserve. We marked it as our own a while ago. The first time you took me here it was a special circumstance. Pure luck. We drove behind each other not really knowing where we were headed and then you guided me to this place. We signed in using cute aliases and walked the short path to the pavilion. We talked for a few h...

I am so lucky to have the opportunity to work alongside the love of my life. Every day I walk through the doors straight to him. Take my seat behind him, ready for another tempting day with anything but our actual work on my mind. Some days we meet before work which makes us both giggle as we say good morning for the second time, unbeknownst to the other employees. But you are in fact more than just an employee, you are m...

I have told you before that the one thing me and my husband usually did well was sex. Not usually passionate, or long lasting, but we managed to get the job done. If I had stayed with him, and you had left her instead, I wonder how you would handle that. Would you be an emotional nutcase also? Would you constantly dream of throwing yourself off a cliff into a raging flooded river below? It's 8pm on a Thursday night. Me an...

I get tired of sitting at home on nights when we can’t see each other. I know you have obligations, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still have fun. And fun will have me. We text at night, telling each other sweet nothings and talking about dreams. I know you are locked in your bedroom cage for the night. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be out and about. I get off the daybed and pick out something skimpy. I have been overly ag...

I lie alone in my bed at night. It’s a quiet night for me. Nothing much to do, and so I spent most of my night watching old reruns of tv shows or listening to music and journaling. Waiting until you are past your curfew so that we can chat. There is just something so calming and comforting about chatting with you. I try to distract myself from the fact that I am lonely, and you are probably having a fun time with your kid...

I love the thought of being a mistress. It leads to some of the most intense fantasies. When I am in the right mindset, it turns me on to know that you have an entirely separate life. Wife, kids and boring adult responsibilities. All of which you neglect when you are with me. a complete double life. It's like dating an actor. I imagine what its like when you go home. And what she talks to you about during the day. Or even...

It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon, heading into evening. We spend most of the day adulting. We do all the regular household shopping, gathering our groceries and supplies for the next week, making sure to pick up all the commonplace cleaning supplies we need for the rest of the day. Jamming to music during the boring car ride, holding hands like a couple of love-struck teens. We chase each other with carts through the stores...

Everything you are about to read is based on true life events. Treat the feelings you find here with curiosity and respect. The woman could be your mom, your sister, your kid, your hair stylist. You never know what someone is going through; but it sure is fun to find out. It all started with a feeling. Or lack thereof. I was like every average mom and wiife: regular job, bills, chores. Except I am in no way normal. I had...

You were so angry today. Not the kind of anger that used to scare me into a corner. Aggravation. Irritability. Sexy as hell. I tried so hard to cheer you up. Goofing around and giggling and forcing my positivity your way. It didn’t work. Not even a little. And that’s ok. Because sometimes anger, irritability, aggression; they all make for a very hot quickie. We both left work without saying a word. I didn’t know if you we...