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Gamine stop nit picking!

Gold finch you this trouble maker MURDER indeed!

Can I ask whoever replies can you state what scenerio you are replying too please!

It’s just flirting nothing to it. Need a bit of attention. Its harmless just don’t cross the line. These were all the lies you told me.

She’s sexy you keep day dreaming about her when your with me . I irritate you now because I don’t make you feel like “her”.

“It just got out of hand one day I didn’t want it” Your lying you craved for it.
“I didn’t mean for it to happen” Your lying you made it happen.
I could see where it was going but I didn’t stop it I trusted you.
“The conversation went too deep we got too close” You touched her cheek she froze all sense went out of the window. You wanted her here and now you didn’t care you were on fire. You bend your head to kiss her she breathed in your scent like hypnosis her eyes close in wait for the kiss. The kiss to end all promises and oaths you had made to another the kiss that could never be taken back the kiss that crossed the line.

I can see it all I can’t get the image out of my mind you with her then with me. I feel so sick so ashamed so hurt.
Why me?
I sit here numb watching the world go by, everyone going about their business their world intact no one knows or cares that mine has just come crashing down around my head.
Shit!

Well done finch

Mrs Topic derailer

I used to love mills and boons

ok another scenario soon so keep it coming!!!!!!!!!

well doyin love and lust thin line

Cheers!

nice one guys

Not bad for a Grandma like me abi LadyGoldfinch!



Come on Stephen! your turn

LOL

thanks im sure you can all do better tho!

Ok here goes nothing!

There it goes again the dull ache in my chest.  
I have no control now its illogical I’m in free fall.  
It’s an obsession I can’t control it.  I’m in turmoil, I’m messed up he is all I can think about. He’s the one who has created the dull ache in my chest.
My heart skips a beat when he calls. When I think of him.

Oh God and I think of him every waking hour I dream of his tender kiss, his scent the touch of his hand.  I want him so bad nothing makes sense without him.  I try so hard to play it cool when I’m around him but my feelings betray me.  I need to calm down and collect myself.

Is it lust? Just thinking about him arouses me, I cross my legs tight to douse the flame of desire.  I fantasise about us making love.
Love? It’s beyond lust.  It’s a sickness a need to talk to him to hold pointless conversations to feed my need my addiction.