It Was Pink, Beaches!
Affair. Tryst. Cheating. Rendezvous. It doesn’t matter which word you use; they all mean the same thing: adultery. And that shit is potent, like a long, slow drag of opium-laced Purple Kush from a triple perc bong; one hit and you’re completely blazed above any other hit you may have ever had before. I don’t really understand it - in the end, it’s “just” sex. But at the same time, it’s much more than that. For me, there’s a physical tingle, an emotional satisfaction, and a mental conquest that accompanies the physical acts of sexual engagement. And it’s at a level more intense than I feel in a monogamous relationship. See, in an adulterous relationship, the lines between reality and fantasy blur, and the fantasy seems real, bringing with it internal conflict over whether what you feel is lust, attraction, love, or curiosity. And, those feelings morph from day to day, creating an unending draw to engage even more....