So here's the thing about me. I've dated married men in the past. I identify as being the other woman. There is something thrilling about being able to have exciting, fun and sexy times with a man who pampers me, then going our separate ways, with our naughty little secret tucked into the back of our pockets.
If you've had an affair before, you know the thrill of meeting in a discreet candlelit restaurant, in the corner, talking about our lives, while I, 'the other woman' stokes your leg with my high heels under the table and stares intensely into your eyes. To others, we look like a couple on a date, but there is volumes spoken in my eyes. You look into mine and you see the images... the slip of her shirt over her shoulder, the way I bite my lips when you kiss my neck, you can feel the tug of your belt buckle and smell the scent of my woman hood. And you haven't even left the diner table. I've been told that I"m kind of shy. I am pretty social and openminded. A guy that knows what he wants and takes it is attractive to me.