She is married. She is younger. She reached for me and I, gay, older, single, held on. For weeks just hands. She held on, kept coming back. Friends told me to run. We kissed. And then more. For weeks, then months. Raw. Charged. Our kinks matched. My heart, my body were stuck. And then the games began. Silence. Unsilence. I became the gay spinster yearning. Friends said told you so. Narcissistic gay baiting. Now Iβm to blame. And she is secure in her marriage. And I donβt know how I got here and definitely donβt know how to get back out.
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