I walked into a club,
More like stumbled though.
Just waiting to be satisfied.
Sex wasn't amazing.
It was hiding from wifey that was.
If only she could be more adventurous.
Oh why did I
Have to get
Married.
Of all the things
In this world.
Why.
Was.
Being legally bound by
A satan blessed contract
To an unimaginably,
Boring. Mundane.
And horribly wicked,
Sad excuse of a woman
The thing my sane,
Undrunk
Self thought of?
Couldn't I have banged a ,
Oh I dont know
Anyone else.
Just anyone.
Sugar saw me
Thought of pity sex first.
Then decided to kiss instead.
After all.
Sex is easy.
It's kissing someone that's tough.
Sex is boring for these chicks.
People don't pay,
$50 extra.
For a goddamn kiss.
She was wearing
The bare minimum.
The stripper.
Not the wife.
Wife was home.
With her own stripper.
She agreed to go to a motel.
We went.
Her body like an angle
Yet full of beautiful imperfections.
Which made her so much more enjoyable.
She smoked.
Wow.
Did she look like she hated humans.
She was real.
Nothing fake about her.
T'was a real woman I was with.
Not some silicon bitch.
Her clothes slipped off
Not by accident.
She enjoyed.
Maybe more so than I did.
And lord did we have fun.
The whole night.
Is a blur.
All I do remember is that,
Sugar was a godsend love.
And did she do her job well.
I never felt so euphoric.
This was the first,
Of many,
Late night sex.
Early morning whiskey sessions.
Why would I pay for marriage counselling?
When we could just strip away.
Far away from each other.
And still have a bond that we love.
Modern people we are.
Or maybe we just lost all sense of morality.
Most likely to be the latter though.
Sex talk.
Always been fun.
Sugar was sweet.
And she balanced the whiskey.
A glass wasn't enough.
With her I could finish the bottle.
And still feel alright.
As though she nullified,
The alcohol.
This was fun.
Bye.
Iss chapter mein sabh tha.
Love, sex aur dhoka,
Stripper bhi thhe.
Marriage issues bhi thi.
Bas koi point nhi tha.
~CRosOver
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