How was your Valentine's Day?
Did you get a big bunch of red roses,chocolates or perhaps just a card from your secret lover?
Lovers are usually far more attentive, thoughtful & will be ready to spoil you at the drop of a hat. That's what makes a secret love so exciting, and long after Valentine's Day has gone, you will have the memory of that special gift that know one else knew about.
Did anyone propose?
The Secret loves of an ordinary woman.
Showing posts with label secret lover. Show all posts
Showing posts with label secret lover. Show all posts
Friday, February 17, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
I have my love to keep me warm!
Well, you know the words of the old song don't you.
At present, we are deep in snow here & it's tough getting out on foot, let alone in the car.
Secret liaisons with secret lovers are doubly difficult at this time of year.
Worse still, if you made the date before the snowfall & now can't get to the rendezvous, you must be throwing things at the wall!
So, why not take the time to compose a letter to your secret lover. Write down all the things you have wanted to say, but never dared. Don't be too mushy about it, just be plain honest about your feelings.
It will help get your own head sorted about the relationship & your lover might be surprised about the depth of your feelings. They might even dare to reveal there own!
Spring is around the corner, so chin up, get your letter written, even if you never give it to them.
Have a good week.
Inkflo
At present, we are deep in snow here & it's tough getting out on foot, let alone in the car.
Secret liaisons with secret lovers are doubly difficult at this time of year.
Worse still, if you made the date before the snowfall & now can't get to the rendezvous, you must be throwing things at the wall!
So, why not take the time to compose a letter to your secret lover. Write down all the things you have wanted to say, but never dared. Don't be too mushy about it, just be plain honest about your feelings.
It will help get your own head sorted about the relationship & your lover might be surprised about the depth of your feelings. They might even dare to reveal there own!
Spring is around the corner, so chin up, get your letter written, even if you never give it to them.
Have a good week.
Inkflo
Monday, September 5, 2011
Affairs of the heart
It started with the occasional walk past my desk in the office.
A smile, a wink, the occasional light hearted comment about the weather or work.
It was nice, really nice, and I began to look forward to seeing him striding down the corridor towards me, smiling, confident.
I would quickly pat my hair or adjust my clothes, sit up straight, smile, make eye contact at the same time as him.
After a while, he would come bearing small gifts. A coffee, a sticky bun from the tea trolley, a flower from his garden, and like some inexperienced schoolgirl, I would accept them, blushing and flustered.
If one day he didn't appear, I couldn't concentrate on work, I was constantly glancing along that corridor for any small sign of him, and if by midday he hadn't paid me a visit, my lunch would be a miserable hour spent in the park alone, sandwiches thrown to the ducks.
It was during one of these achingly empty lunch breaks that I realised I had been bitten by the affair of the heart bug.
What would happen next?
A smile, a wink, the occasional light hearted comment about the weather or work.
It was nice, really nice, and I began to look forward to seeing him striding down the corridor towards me, smiling, confident.
I would quickly pat my hair or adjust my clothes, sit up straight, smile, make eye contact at the same time as him.
After a while, he would come bearing small gifts. A coffee, a sticky bun from the tea trolley, a flower from his garden, and like some inexperienced schoolgirl, I would accept them, blushing and flustered.
If one day he didn't appear, I couldn't concentrate on work, I was constantly glancing along that corridor for any small sign of him, and if by midday he hadn't paid me a visit, my lunch would be a miserable hour spent in the park alone, sandwiches thrown to the ducks.
It was during one of these achingly empty lunch breaks that I realised I had been bitten by the affair of the heart bug.
What would happen next?
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