#affair

....finally I see that it’s never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed along when something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was all just a game... ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#breakups #friendship #games #i-love-him #i-love-you

Don’t think of it as an affair, think of it as the calming alone time before bachelorhood. Just make sure to catch it on videotape to establish grounds for divorce, and so your spouse can continue to use you for gratification in your absence. ↗

— Bauvard

#funny #love #funny

In the morning, that moment, when I knew it was you. When I could feel you breathing and we opened our eyes at the exact same time. ↗

— Kate Chisman

#affairs #first-love #love #love-story #lovers

For most affairs, this eventually becomes the most fundamental of questions, the only one that matters: Do we love each other more than the lives we already have? It is the question that hovers in the background of every secret phone call, flavors every tryst with the head of possibilities of apocalypse and renewal; and it is the answer to that question, or the lack thereof, that so often dooms an affair to failure. ↗

— Brady Udall

#love #love

A love affair is like a short story--it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning was easy, the middle might drag, invaded by commonplace, but the end, instead of being decisive and well knit with that element of revelatory surprise as a well-written story should be, it usually dissipated in a succession of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#sex #love

A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute. ↗

— Rachilde

#caprice #love #lust #passion #love

He eyed me curiously, his eyes fluttering over my breasts, and I swallowed, knowing he was thinking things he shouldn't. His tongue snuck between his lips and lightly darted to moisten them. I heard what sounded like a moan before he moved his left hand from under the table. He tried to rest his palm on my resting hand but I inched away. I looked at his hand, and noticed the shading of where his wedding ring used to go... My mind caught up - used to? Where was it? ↗

— Mercy Cortez

#marriage #sexy #marriage

She’s not happy in her marriage. Not unhappy exactly, but not happy. He doesn’t want kids, so that’s nothing to look forward to. Her life is chock-full of quiet tedium. Suddenly, she falls in love. And sure, there’s the excitement of being with her lover, but there’s also the excitement of not being with him. Of waiting and going on with her ordinary life. And all that dullness now becomes part of the drama. Because that’s her cover story. All the dreary anguish and monotony that fills ninety-eight percent of her life is electrified with meaning, since it now serves as the perfect camouflage to hide the two percent of passion. And, yes, she felt guilt and, yes, she felt shame. But those are powerful emotions too, and were all part of the glorious transformation of a featureless bland life into an adventure. ↗

— Phoef Sutton

#love-affair #lover #marriage #love

...foreign policy is a matter of costs and benefits, not theology. ↗

— Fareed Zakaria

#international-relations #national-policy #theology

The reason for my discomfort was simple. Our story - however romantic I could make it sound in my head - sometimes sounded a little tawdry in the re-telling. There was no escaping the fact that I'd been living with the father of my child when we met; that I'd cheated on him, then left; that what James and I now shared was born out of the ruins of another relationship. ↗

— Catherine Sanderson

#awkward-beginnings #relationship