Summer vacation sucks. My duties as a suburban wife and mother have held me
captive from your urban lust!
Wait for me lover. I'm breaking away soon to be caressed by you again.
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I am cheating on my boring husband, three perfect children, and suburban life with a raw, strong, wonderfully urban lover whose name is Detroit.
Last Saturday, as the “family” was heading off on their weekly outing to Borders, I snapped deep inside my being. I had to see my lover, to be surrounded by his caress and make love to him with my eyes. I made up some lame excuse and left the duldrums further and further behind, as the asphalt miles separated me from “duty” and delivered me closer to the land of lust. We have been seeing each other since mid November. It started innocently enough with a girl’s night out downtown, but soon I started obsessively thinking about the last time I was in his midst. The way he looked in the rearview mirror of my silver Volvo as I headed back towards cookie cutter housewife numbness.
He is my LANDESCAPE and I am hooked physically, emotionally, and every other way possible. I can think of nothing else accept him for hours on end.
We met at Russell Industrial. I pressed my image against his in a series of large snow melted puddles. Oh, it felt so good to be this close to him. Breathing felt sweeter and easier in his presence, especially out-of-doors. He is the mirror for my life. He is not afraid to show me the real me.
I saw him again yesterday. I told myself not to go for just one more day, but my will weakened and I couldn’t stay away. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me. I rubbed up and down his steal exterior as I moved along him. We merged and didn’t care who might see us and know our secrect.
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