"livid, adj.

Fuck You for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he'd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Fuck you. This isn't about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned."
David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary

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I don't know the rules for one night stands. I never had one even though I found myself dick deep in one and she was married. She wore her ring while she scratched at my back. There was kissing. She allowed me to kiss her full on the mouth. She kissed me back and it took my breath a way.

I've kissed plenty of women in my time but I've never been kissed like the way she was kissing me. Each time made my toes curl. Just in the way her lips lightly grazed mine and her tongue ran along my gums and the roof of my mouth. Her lips on my ear lobe. The flick of her tongue. The soft heat from her sweet breath. Her breast lightly running up and down my chest. The hardness of her nipples and the wetness of her pussy that she glided along my thigh.

I really don't know the rules for a one night stand, but she wouldn't allow me to look her in the eye. I wanted to see all of her. I wanted her to see me. I wanted her to see what she was doing to me. I wanted to see the mutual understanding in her eyes but she would take her hand and lightly command me to close my eyes. When she wasn't looking I would sneak a peek at how her body would undulate on top of me. Up and down. Round and round. Her pussy was grabbing my dick and letting go and watching her take all of me in was mesmerizing. Even with a condom it was like nothing I could compare it too or maybe all the other's faded in comparison to this experience.

I never been with a woman like her. I never been with a black woman. I've never been against it. Just was never in a situation for it to happen until now.

She let me flip her over so I was on top but again I had to keep my eyes closed. She allowed me to kiss her and again when she kissed me back I whimpered. I literally felt my soul being snatched from me.

Music I've never heard before was playing from her IPhone when her headset popped out it was on repeat. If I ever hear it again it would be our sex song. 'Like a River...Like a River...shut your mouth and run me like a river.'

I felt her cum. The trembling her body went through caused me to have my own release. She moaned out her orgasm, which caused me to almost shout her name if it wasn't for my grunting, "Michonne... MIchon-"

She put her hand over my mouth.

When it was over I was wrecked. She left without a word.

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I crept into the house to find Mike in front of the TV watching a paid per view event in our living room with his boys. Grown unmarried men with no life. Unemployed. Baby mama drama who loved to be in our home all over our furniture and in our refrigerator.

"Hey Bae!" Mike greeted me from the couch.

His friends all spoke. "Hey, Michonne," they all chimed.

I waved and headed up the stairs to our bedroom. Mike didn't get up to hug me but he did recognize I was home. I hope the look of being pissed off that he had people in our house again for the 4th time this week wasn't visible. I hated to appear like the bitch. Mike always says I am nagging bitch.

I wouldn't be a nagging bitch if they knew how to throw their shit a way. Clean up after themselves.

I checked in on Andre who was fast asleep. The only positive in this marriage if it could even be called a marriage.

Mike and I haven't made love in 6 months. We have routine sex twice a month. Is there a difference? Yes. When you make the effort that the other has got their happy ending before you get yours-Making love. Sex for us is a two minute session with no kissing. Just humping until he cums.

I slowly close Andres' door and head for the shower. I discard my clothes into the hamper and let the water and liquid soap rinse the neighbor from my body but no matter how I scrubbed it was like his every touch on my body permeated my skin. My lips burned from being kissed by him. His kisses still lingered along my neck and my breast. The way his body was against my own. The way he entered me and the way he would slow down and then pick back up.

I found my fingers in between my legs as my mind relived every moment as the water blasted against my skin. The way he said my name had me reckless in the shower as I called his name, "Rick..."

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