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Mister And Mistress

To be a Mistress.

It sounds quite seductive really, don’t you think?
I mean that’s what it is right, seducing someone elses husband?
Luring him into your charm, under your spell

You’d imagine your Mistress to be flawless. Perfect.
Sexy.
To cater to your every need and desire
Admire your presence, and dwell

Massage your body, your ego too
Be amazing between your legs
And a devil under the sheets
Beauty radiating
The secret, never to tell

You see them on the news, press surrounding all
The shame they were found out
Now to make the cash
With her story to sell

The reality is different
Not at all like it seems, not like on the television
Heartache and confusion rule the relationship
Never knowing if he’ll really leave
That’s the living hell

On edge at every noise, listening as your phone beeps
A long awaited message from your lover
‘We can be together soon’
The emotions in the affair
Leave you a broken shell

For now, stick to the fun
Try to forget the rest
Enjoy the dinner and champagne
For you never know when you’ll kiss farewell

It’s never as simple as it seems
Tears and broken dreams

Nice Not Nasty!

I’m guessing I’ve failed on my task of blogging nice things about Mr Married Man as a few have commented saying he sounds like an asshole. Oops!

Don’t worry, he isn’t. I know I don’t make him sound great at the best of times. But he is.

Today we met up for lunch. I was at my aunties in the morning, and he had an interview. (He is now redundant as of last Friday!) So we agreed to meet up after. My auntie had a few things she wanted me to sort out on her computer for her, so I helped her first before meeting him.
This made me 50 minutes late. So Mr Married Man had to doss around the tube station for 50 minutes on his own. Did he complain at all? Nope, he just greeted me with a big kiss.

We went to my favourite pub (I love pubs, they remind me of the country), and had lunch, a bottle of wine, and then some more! Well, it is Christmas after all ;)

They say time flies when you’re having fun… After four and a half hours cuddling in the pub, Mr Married Man had to go for drinks in the city. But four and a half hours being cuddled and told how much you’re loved isn’t bad.

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As I mentioned about The Deadline I decided I wanted to go to Paris. I mentioned this when we first started dated, and have brought it up at every opportunity possible since. Of course there’s always the excuse of the wife, the business and the redundancy. After Christmas I have two holiday days left to use up before March. A long weekend in Paris ;) If I have my heart set on something, I won’t stop until I’ve achieved it. I want to go to Paris, and that is that. Seriously, I never used to be this stubborn, but I quite like it!
Let’s plan to go to Paris in late Jan baby. I’ll need to work it out and it depends on the new job
So providing he gets this job, and is able to get the time off, we can go. If not, he shall have a disappointed Mistress to deal with!

Its the Time of Year, For Shopping!

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The best thing about Christmas has to be the late night shopping! As soon as I finished work last night I was straight out with the girls and heading to BlueWater, still in my scruffy clothes.

I needed to buy Mr Married Man a Christmas present. I’m going home for Christmas, and he’s going to his parents to play happy families with his wife.

I love buying presents for boyfriends. But starting off is always the hardest part. Men are much harder to buy for than women for a start, and then there’s the fact he’s married. It needs to be something he could have bought himself, so not to arouse suspicion. Has to be something his wife won’t notice could be from another woman.

I didn’t know where to start. I asked him what he would like, Something inexpensive that has meaning and shows how you feel about our relationship. Erm, what? Who on earth said men were simple? I had an idea of what to get him.
Then there’s always the problem of what if I spend too little, I would hate that. I don’t mind spending too much. So I asked about budget, don’t go mad, wasn’t helpful, I needed a figure, £30. What?! I know I don’t earn much, but I can stretch to a bit more than that. I had already got him a scarf he said he liked, and that was £10 (down from £45), so leaving £20? No chance. So I bought what I wanted, and slightly exceeded the limit. Good thing I had the girls with me to help advise, as well as the sales people.
Then there’s all the small little things that go with the main present right, the novelties? You need those of course. Although, they may not be subtle enough.

I’m also slightly curious as to that he will get me, and whether he will stick to £30. He mentioned either a bracelet or a necklace, I dismissed his idea of a bracelet, I have a few expensive ones that I already don’t wear as they annoy me. I was then thinking, what is he going to get his wife?! What if he buys us the same thing? Will he spend the same on us, or more on her? And what is she going to buy him? I could always hope for divorce papers…

Miss Homewrecker

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We’ve been talking about him getting a divorce recently. He brings this up 99% of the time with a long list of reasons as to why it’s difficult, the financial aspect, and the infidelity. Which I presume shall not be mentioned in the divorce. I have no idea how these things work.

I would never tell him I want him to get a divorce, I always say it is completely his decision between him and his wife. I don’t want anything to do with that. If they were happily married, I’d have stayed well away, but they weren’t really together, as he put it.

Of course I want him to though, not so that I can have him, but just so that they can move on with their lives. I don’t understand as to how you can be in a loveless, non physical relationship for a year and not think, fuck this! Surely she must want to move on as well?

Mr Married Man then referred to me as Miss Homewrecker :p. I know he’s joking, he then said There isn’t one to wreck, theres a house.

It just made me think though, why is the Mistress always the one who’s to blame? If your marriage doesn’t work out then try and fix it, if not, move on. If you break your favourite vase, would you keep the broken pieces, or go buy another one? I know it’s not that simple, but in my mind it is. There are no children involved, I wouldn’t have gone near either if there were. They’ve been married two years, and haven’t had sex in a year. Surely thats grounds for divorce enough?

Never Sleep With A Guy on the First Date

The number one rule of dating : Never sleep with a guy on the first date

In the summer I had a number of one night stands. Not intentionally. Just too much drink and thinking ‘yeah why the hell not.’

Some I knew quite well, others I didn’t know at all. Some were lovely, have a nice chat in bed in the morning and walk me to the station, others were lucky if they gave me directions. After sleeping with me again in the morning! I was probably still drunk. My whole summer was just a bit of a drunken blur, going to the best West End clubs all weekend, and even managing to gate crash a stag do.

I got to the point where my mates all left for work or uni and I thought, I’ve had enough of being treated like shit by men. Not that I was exactly the best at looking for the good ones. A few guys I saw for quite a while as friends, until I got too drunk and then never saw them again after they got what they wanted.

The whole time I was complaining to Mr Married Man about them. I don’t see why they all mess you around, you seem like a catch to me’. Thats what they all say. Then leave.

So after meeting Mr Married Man, we went back to his. Initially we got in a cab and I said mine, still completely set on he’s married! But then my drunken why the hell not? kicked in, and we were back at his. Straight upstairs.

The next morning I woke up at 6.30. After going to sleep at 4. It’s just my routine of what time I have to get up every day. He was still fast asleep until 10.30. So I just lay there. There’s always the awkwardness as to whether I should just get up and leave, or stay and wait. I waited.

Lets go out for breakfast, or lunch. What do you fancy? I’ve been asked this before by guys, one even wanted me to go look around flats with him. I don’t understand why. I don’t think my short dress and heels are entirely appropriate for going out in daytime. So generally, it’s then the walk of shame home (always amusing as passers by watch and the stares on the underground) and you never hear from them again.

This was different. He drove me home. Yes, he actually got his car, and took me to my door. I was shocked by his politeness. He then asked when he was going to see me again. I must have gone bright red and looked very confused at this point I’m sure. Someone actually wanted to see me again.

And so I did see him again.

My Story

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If you think mistress’s are horrible, man stealing, whorish bitches who are so disgusting they can’t find their own men, then yes, I would have to say at some point I would have to agree with you. I absolutely hate the idea. And part of me hates myself for getting in this situation. Okay, a big part.

I have friends who have stolen others boyfriends, and I’ve hated them for it. Of all the fish in the sea, why steal someone elses? This has also lead to other friends trying to commit suicide and a whole big mess. It’s horrible, heart breaking, and unfortunately to some worth trying to take your life.

Now I have a bit of a habit for dating complete dicks who treat me like shit and force all their insecurities on me. I don’t date them on purpose, you just don’t realise how much of a mess you’re in til afterwards.

This is pretty much what happened again in this case, although the guy isn’t a complete dick, as of yet.

I knew he was married. He was open about this from the start. We chatted online for months, nothing serious, just a bit of flirting. There was absolutely no intention of ‘stealing’ this guy at all. We got on quite well and he invited me out for drinks one night. As I was new to the city, I had joined a site which meant I was meeting new random people off the internet each week just to be friends and meet new people in the same boat as me. It wasn’t some shady kind of dating, just going out for drinks, seeing the city and then onto a club, nothing more. So meeting one more wasn’t going to hurt.

We met at a bar in the city. I had never been in the actual business part of the city before so felt completely out of place in my short dress and heels with everyone else in suits. Needless to say I stood out slighty. I just did not belong. After a few cocktails we went to a champagne bar. It was dead. Completely.

You know those scenes in the cheesy movie where the guy stretches and puts his arm around the girl? Yeah, he did that. I thought ‘he’s married, he’s married, he’s married… what the hell is he doing’. I sat further forwards and sipped the champagne wondering how on earth I ended up here.

The bar shut early, after he paid the ridiculously expensive bill, we grabbed a taxi and headed to my favourite club in the west end. Much more in my comfort zone. We seated at a discrete table where no one could see us to continue our drinks, and this is where it all went wrong. We were sat in a corner, with my legs crossed away from him and I had kept my jacket on as I was warming up from the minute walk from the taxi to inside the club. His hands started to wander up my legs. I glared at him as they did so. ‘You’re married, stop it’.He looked back disappointed, ‘Alright, if you don’t want me to’. A few minutes later his hands were wondering again, up my legs, under my jacket and he was getting closer to me. I moved my head away, he tried again. ‘No’ I said, getting quite annoyed. ‘Sorry, I just can’t resist, you look amazing’. I reminded him again ‘You’re married’. He looked at me, a little embarrassed. ‘We’re not together, I told her it was over months ago’. That was all it took for me to kiss him back. That’s how this little story all began.

Welcome to my life.