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Reunion Weekend Was a Lie I Told Twice
Told my husband girls trip. Told my friends marriage retreat. Only the hotel knew both names.
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His Wife and I Are in the Same Book Club
We discussed adultery in fiction last week. She said she'd never forgive it. I nodded. He texted me under the table.
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Coworker and I Share a Document Called Budget_Final_v9
The spreadsheet has two tabs. One is numbers. One is us.
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Safe Word Was Yellow and I Meant It
First BDSM scene. Trusted him. Said yellow. He stopped like we practiced. That's why I came back.
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I Know the Code to His Garage
Six digits. Changed monthly. He changes it for me in person every time his wife visits her mother.
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I Told My Husband I Was at Yoga
I wore the leggings. I brought the mat. I just didn't go to the studio.
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I Like Being Told What to Do for an Hour
CEO by day. Obedient by appointment. Domination is my vacation from myself.
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The Ringtone Is Different When It's Her
Default for the world. Piano for my wife. Silence for the woman I should have blocked.
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Submission Is the Only Place I Don't Perform
Wife. Mother. Daughter. Employee. In his room I'm just instructions and breath.
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I Memorized His Schedule Better Than My Kids'
Soccer is Tuesdays. Her flight lands Thursdays. I am a calendar for a man I can't introduce to anyone.
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I Saved His Voicemail and Listen on Bad Nights
Fourteen seconds. "I mean it." I've played it enough to know the breath before the last word.
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We Only Meet in Cities Neither of Us Lives In
Airports. Anonymous hotels. Return flights where we sit rows apart and don't speak.
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