Wild Passion: I love you, I love you not

I pulled the pedals off the rose.

“I love you, I love you not.”  It was the last of the 18 roses Owen had sent me for our ninth anniversary. “I love you,” I ended.  I should be ecstatic that I’m celebrating nine years with such a catch. He has been a good man to me: attentive, supportive, and a great provider. Everything every woman wants, right?  The problem is this: there is no wild passion, never has been. None of the breathtaking things I have to have now, and I cannot wait. Only I love you, I love you not.

My body is craving to feel wild passion when I feel a man’s touch on my body. I want to experience butterflies in my stomach and anticipation coursing through my veins. I need to know how it feels to have my panties get wet just from being kissed. But all I’ve had is I love you, I love you not.

At first, I thought that kind of wild passion only existed in the movies or books.

That is, until my sister met her latest boyfriend. Those two can’t keep their hands off each other. They’re always looking at one another like it is killing them to have to stay out of the bedroom for very long. Seeing them together is the first time that I realized crazy passion, like in the books, does exist in real life.

Since then, it’s like my eyes have been opened, and I am seeing it everywhere. Strangers in a parking lot, a co-worker’s wedding, even the bowling alley. It seems at least a quarter of the population is in heat and reaping the rewards. So, I ask myself why am I stuck with I love you, I love you not? Don’t get me wrong, Owen is a great looking guy, his body is in amazing shape, and he keeps a beautiful 9 1/2 inch cock in his pants. Believe me, that isn’t the problem. It is what it is- I love you, I love you not.

Out of nowhere, at work one day, it happens.

Joe is the new salesman in our shop. He’s not the good-looking man that makes women turn their heads like Owen is, so when he first walked in, I didn’t even give him a second look. Joe is a middle-aged man, a few pounds overweight, and starting to go bald. But none of that changed anything.

The first time that I really noticed him, he brought an invoice into my office. I could feel his heat just standing next to him. “Here’s the paperwork you need,” he said as he extended his hand with the invoices. As I grabbed them from him, our fingers brushed, and for the first time in my life, electrical shocks shot up my hand into my arms, then slammed into my heart. I reeled back, as much from the shock of what I just felt. Could this be how wild passion begins?

Days turned to weeks of flirting with Joe.

I took every opportunity to accidentally brush up against him. Then it happened, we were working on inventory together in the back room, when Joe looked down at me as his lips were against mine. Our mouths opened, tongues searching for each other. It was so hot. Our hands were everywhere, all over each other. This wasn’t I love you, I love you not at all, not even close.

One thing led to another, it was like a freight train that I couldn’t stop. No amount of rational thought was going to overpower the hormones, chemicals, and impulses raging through my body. All at once, I was a sexual being, and I couldn’t get enough. All I wanted was more, more, more. I knew that I was out of control, and I didn’t care. This was the wild passion I had been needing.  Just like that, I had become a cheater, stuck between this newfound passion, and I love you, I love you not.

Call me and let me know if you think I should stay with Owen, or see where this path of passion takes me.

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