It‘s been one year since I began having an affair with a god of a man named Mitchell.

As I type these words on my laptop, I‘m sitting at a desk in a hotel room in an open robe, my mouth, cunt, and ass pleasantly sore. Mitch has just left, and every inch of his gorgeous body is still fresh in my mind.

Eighteen months ago I turned 27, and had just moved to a new city with Ted, my husband of three years. I had a new job and was excited, happy, and ready to get life moving. Little did I know how moving it would become and how happy would take on a whole new meaning.

My first day on the job I was assigned to a new project team. The team leader was Mitch. Within minutes I was struck by his confidence, intelligence, and warmth. He was also easy on the eyes, your classic tall-dark-and-handsome, with... Read More