#25, January 21, morning

I was doing my morning exercise on the exercise bike. Suspecting/hoping that the lover would come online, as he mostly does this time in the morning, I put the laptop on the table next to me.

And he did. And he turned out to be at home, too.

So I ended up cutting my exercise short, to engage in another kind of exercise. Over the phone we continued weaving the fantasy of last night. I love listening to his cries as he comes.

And after, I love deleting his number from the list of incoming calls on the phone. It makes me feel like a seasoned adulterer. Like someone else. Like a sensual, sexy, attractive woman... or at least like I'm slowly turning into one.

I love this.