•August 3, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I have been in a relationship for 3 years.  My boyfriend is wonderful. He is handsome, educated, cultured, driven, family oriented, affectionate, passionate, and he even has a sense of humor.  He is everything a girl could ever want.  But none of that mattered when I met Michael.

An old friend of mine from university asked me to go to lunch with her and a colleague one day.  We hadn’t seen each other for a long time so I was eager to catch up and tell her about all that had changed in my life.

I rushed out of work at around 1:00pm to go and meet her.  As I was making a mental note of all of the things I had to tell her, I caught sight of her and smiled.  I looked to her left and saw a man..him.

From the moment I saw him, I knew I wanted him…I knew I would have him.

I finally caught up with the both of them.  I pretended not to even look his way.  Until  my friend introduced me to him.  “Cassie, this is Michael.”  Michael. Michael. I imagined what it would be like to scream his name.  We sat down, and my friend started talking about work, about the project her and Michael had both been worked on, about how they met, and all I could think about was how I wanted to sit on him..feel his lips travel from my lips, to my neck, to my breasts..his hands from the small of my back to my ass..

I could feel myself getting wet.

I looked at him to see if he was feeling any of what I was feeling.  I couldn’t read him.  Did he want me?

And then it hit me. What am I doing? I have a boyfriend!  This internal battle raged inside of my head, and I even didn’t realize that Michael had gone up to go to the bathroom.  When he left, my friend turned to me and asked me if everything was alright.  She said I seemed preoccupied.

Boyfriend. Preoccupied. Bathroom. Michael.

I said that I would be ok, I just had to wash my hands.  I walked up the stairs to the bathroom just as Michael was coming out. Our eyes locked. And before I knew it we were in the ladies bathroom.  His lips on my lips, his hands on my ass.

And that’s when it all started.

My affair with Michael.


One Red HOT Night

•July 29, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Being someone who always had a 3 month expiry date on my relationships… It was a real change to be in one for 14 months.

14 months would make you think that the other is the one, and that it’s the perfect relationship, with the most incredible sex and fun and that, it it ended it would mean the end of the world, and how would I get over him?

Well, it ended ! it was fast and almost painless !

I couldn’t really understand how something that ends in such a way could bother me for 3 weeks, I mean I had this huge mass on my chest… I couldn’t really breath, and all I could think about is what went wrong? How can I get back to him (knowing that I was the one that ended the relationship, because as I said, it is the routine that was killing me). But apparently I missed that routine. or maybe I missed how he used to make love to me, or maybe how we used to fight, however I was sure that I don’t miss the whole relationship, nor him as a whole.

One night, over a Peach Martini, I met Kay, a beautiful red head from Spain, she was all over the place and she was loud, and I kind of didn’t like the fact that she was invading my space, so I went up to her and asked her to lower her voice so we could all enjoy the night.

At first she went mute, and kept looking at me from across the room. I moved to the bar and she joined me, we talked for hours, left around 3 am drunk and hungry. She asked me to sleep over since I was to drunk to drive, but I had already called my ex, since with all that alcohol in my system I missed him , or I was just horny…

Long story short, she insisted on me coming up for one final drink, and I did. That was the night were I had sex with a hot red- head and ditched my ex-boyfriend and all the feelings of missing him and wanting him back.

I just needed a rebound, it just happened to be a hot red one!

Red Head Lebanon

she was hot

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