The

LURE OF THE

she was doing to me. Burning me up inside. Friday through to Sunday. Three long nights, sleepless nights, with only alcohol to numb the hurt.
There are not words that can capture the feeling you get when you know the one you love is sleeping with someone else. No, not 'sleeping' - that makes it sound too inoffensive, too adult, too reasonable.
Fucking someone else and so, too, fucking you. The worst form of heart break, a cold nausea that makes you sick to your stomach. The woman I loved, ached for, breathed for, who dictated my thoughts, dominated my soul, was, only yesterday, less than 24 hours ago, being intimate with another, betraying what all lovers believe to be their own sacred ritual.
I hated her. And I would hate her more. But I loved her, too, though she would do this again. And again. And again. And each time I would forgive her. She knew I would.

superbitch

i am sorry, " she would sob, tears coursing in warm rivulets down my neck and shoulder, her pleas so desperate it was as though her very life depended on my forgiveness. Of course I would give her absolution. She knew me too well, but then Laura was good at that - manipulating, getting her own way, her concern not for my feelings but simply for her own solace, like a forlorn child that's grazed its knee and needs the soothing ' there, there' of a parent to set the world to rights again.
Laura. Suckering me into seeing things her way, making me forget I had just spend another weekend in agony, tortured by what

Her agenda is simple - bewitch him, bed him, then bin him. So why do men fall for her? TOMMY MACK describes the roller-coaster ride of dating a Dangerous Woman.

The irony was that the situation was of my own making. Falling for a Dangerous Woman is one thing. Having a Dangerous Woman who is not exclusive in her affections is quite another. Sure, I had known when I first me Laura there was 'someone else' - a finance, a childhood sweetheart from her home town - but I believed the assurances. A relationship in its death throes, she said, but one that needed to wind up in its own good time - no drastic pulling of the plug. She owed it to him. Just two or three more of her weekend jaunts to Yorkshire so she could let him down gently and then she should be mine back here in London. The wild lovemaking, the heady whirlwind of passion that was overwhelming us would be ours alone.....forever. Just be patient..........