Confessions of a Mistress

Written by
Mimi St.Clair
All rights reserved by
Demedrius Charles Productions

As I sit gazing out the window, listening to the raindrops knock on the roof top, I cant help but allow my mind to wander. Lately he has been all that I can think about. The weather didnt help much either. The dark and gloomy skies took me on an emotional journey, hell bent on being a rollercoaster. How did I end up here? How did this become my life? A Mistress to one of the most prominent politicians with a wife more prominent in her social circle.
I sit here feeling empty and lonely and uncharacteristically unloved. But how can that be? His wife embodied beauty and brains and yet, he returns to me. In the comfort and solace of MY embrace, the warmth of MY touch, the sweet caress of MY kisses. He's lost in the pools of MY eyes! Every night he swims deeper and deeper into the depths of MY very soul. I feel him searching for freedom. But I cant, I wont let him leave. How do I tell him he belongs with me? That I complete him, that I fulfill him, that I make him feel alive!
Am I delusional? HE makes me whole. And with that revelation, I close my eyes and succumb to the crash landing that has become my reality. My heart is no longer mine. I have given it as penance to live in the moment as a Mistress. I have given it to live with the hunger that churns in my stomach as I see him pull up the driveway. It beats a little faster as he steps out in his gazillion dollar suit. As he runs through the pouring rain that insists on engulfing him in their trenches. All I can do is catch my breath when he looks up and our eyes lock. He smiles at me with those pearly whites and I instantly release in my undies. HE IS A GOD!
 
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Yup, I know how this has become my life. The life of a Mistress. Mr. Brandon DuJour, State Senator, husband to Mrs. Whats-her-face DuJour, makes me weak in the knees. Makes me giddy with pleasure, like a kid in a candystore. And as I observe my lollipop treat making his way up the front porch, I lick my lips and blush. I immediately rush to the door and swing it open before his knuckles rap against it. He startles for a brief moment , scoops me in his arms and plants one on my freshly moist lips. He absently shuts the door behind us, never letting me go. 
As we fumble through the Living room , expertly navigating our way to the Bedroom, never breaking embrace, I remember, this is how I ended up here. He did this to me. Feeling and acting sixteen again. It was fun and innocent and romantic and sexy and sinful all at once. I didnt want it to end. I never wanted it to end. 
We fall uncontrollably onto the bed and laughed so hard, the only moment our mouths parted. He sits me ontop of his thighs and props me so he can swim in my eyes. And then it hits me. For the first time, I see it reflected in his eyes. Love. Is it me for him or him for me? But it was there. Love. And it appears real. SHIT! Not the Mistress. Not the Politician. Not the Husband. I push it to the back and remind myself why he was here. To fuck me senseless.
I smile at him and push him roughly back onto the bed. He smiles back (those teeth) and slaps my butt. He reaches up and unsnaps my bra. I see that he is pleased Im dressed for the occasion. Off came the bra and as I straddle him, off came the gazillion dollar jacket, tie and shirt. Why couldnt he make it easy for me too? Men, so darn selfish. But they do look oh so yummy in it all.
And there it was. In all its curly glory. I run my fingers through it and he giggles. My heart races. That giggle, so mesmerizing. I lean down and kiss his nipples and he moans. I glance at his face and there's that reflection again. I wonder, does he look at her the same way? The thought makes me bite his nipple hard. He squeals and I smirk.
My butt gets slapped much harder. Little does he know, I like it like that. Or maybe he does. He grabs each cheek and massages intensely. I sit up, remove his hands, stand and yanks off his trousers. I reposition myself onto his thighs. He pushes me back off, does yanking of his own with my undies and slides me ontop of his readied member. I inhale and enter Heaven, all doubts set aside for the time being.

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