The Mistress//h.s

I don't know what I was thinking. He was married with someone who was far more experienced than me. He was in love with her. Love knocks lust away with a single blow. As I sit here crying wondering why I thought with my pussy instead of my head I realized how sick I was and how sick he was. She wasn't a great woman but nobody deserves this. But it's too late now, I'm in love with him while he's in love with someone else.