My Torrid Affair

My Torrid Affair

The weekend was up on me. The thought of it made me fretful. How were these days going to pass? Filling them with tedious hum drum, listening to mindless drear of the husband, cooking, supervising cleaners, soccer practice and piano lessons. The only thing that made it bearable was my time with my son and shhh the anticipation of seeing "the unspoken" on Monday morning.

My sneak peeks in with my help group had given me support and an outlet to air my feelings. I had to clear my browsing history several times a day to make sure I wouldn't be found out. I was living this dual life. I had been caught once cheating by the husband; I couldn't afford to be caught again. He had warned me about the obsession. My son knew about the affair, and he knew it had bought back spark in me. I knew I had to stop, but this was more powerful than I had dreamed off. I was happy in my mundane life and I wasn't even looking for this affair, and now it had engulfed me. My body and mind ached for Monday, except for those special much anticipated and sporadic Sundays.

What was Monday going to be like – loving, uncouth, passionate, and apprehensive, was there going to a lot of talking or were there going to some quite moments, was there going to be touching or just some quick and some not so quick glances. The kiss had evaded me and my eyes shut tight trying to push that moment out of mind.

I thought about the affair all the time - once a day it was the real thing, other times it was the anticipation of the real thing, or the replaying of the real thing, the fantasies and the innumerable hours of day dreaming and the countless critically analyzed and deeply philosophical conversations with my help group. I am trapped in this beautiful web of dreams.

So my affair is with ARHI moments and my help group is you chicas and chicos at the forum helping me cope with craziness that is "the unspoken" IPKKND. Let me know what your weekends are like. I hope you enjoyed reading this madness.😛

You said it!

And when the episodes turn out to be fillers or confusing ones, we all feel depressed!😭

Originally posted by: humhemeghna

My Torrid Affair

The weekend was up on me. The thought of it made me fretful. How were these days going to pass? Filling them with tedious hum drum, listening to mindless drear of the husband, cooking, supervising cleaners, soccer practice and piano lessons. The only thing that made it bearable was my time with my son and shhh the anticipation of seeing "the unspoken" on Monday morning.

My sneak peeks in with my help group had given me support and an outlet to air my feelings. I had to clear my browsing history several times a day to make sure I wouldn't be found out. I was living this dual life. I had been caught once cheating by the husband; I couldn't afford to be caught again. He had warned me about the obsession. My son knew about the affair, and he knew it had bought back spark in me. I knew I had to stop, but this was more powerful than I had dreamed off. I was happy in my mundane life and I wasn't even looking for this affair, and now it had engulfed me. My body and mind ached for Monday, except for those special much anticipated and sporadic Sundays.

What was Monday going to be like loving, uncouth, passionate, and apprehensive, was there going to a lot of talking or were there going to some quite moments, was there going to be touching or just some quick and some not so quick glances. The kiss had evaded me and my eyes shut tight trying to push that moment out of mind.

I thought about the affair all the time - once a day it was the real thing, other times it was the anticipation of the real thing, or the replaying of the real thing, the fantasies and the innumerable hours of day dreaming and the countless critically analyzed and deeply philosophical conversations with my help group. I am trapped in this beautiful web of dreams.

So my affair is with ARHI moments and my help group is you chicas and chicos at the forum helping me cope with craziness that is "the unspoken" IPKKND. Let me know what your weekends are like. I hope you enjoyed reading this madness.😛

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Originally posted by: humhemeghna

My Torrid Affair

The weekend was up on me. The thought of it made me fretful. How were these days going to pass? Filling them with tedious hum drum, listening to mindless drear of the husband, cooking, supervising cleaners, soccer practice and piano lessons. The only thing that made it bearable was my time with my son and shhh the anticipation of seeing "the unspoken" on Monday morning.

My sneak peeks in with my help group had given me support and an outlet to air my feelings. I had to clear my browsing history several times a day to make sure I wouldn't be found out. I was living this dual life. I had been caught once cheating by the husband; I couldn't afford to be caught again. He had warned me about the obsession. My son knew about the affair, and he knew it had bought back spark in me. I knew I had to stop, but this was more powerful than I had dreamed off. I was happy in my mundane life and I wasn't even looking for this affair, and now it had engulfed me. My body and mind ached for Monday, except for those special much anticipated and sporadic Sundays.

What was Monday going to be like ' loving, uncouth, passionate, and apprehensive, was there going to a lot of talking or were there going to some quite moments, was there going to be touching or just some quick and some not so quick glances. The kiss had evaded me and my eyes shut tight trying to push that moment out of mind.

I thought about the affair all the time - once a day it was the real thing, other times it was the anticipation of the real thing, or the replaying of the real thing, the fantasies and the innumerable hours of day dreaming and the countless critically analyzed and deeply philosophical conversations with my help group. I am trapped in this beautiful web of dreams.

So my affair is with ARHI moments and my help group is you chicas and chicos at the forum helping me cope with craziness that is "the unspoken" IPKKND. Let me know what your weekends are like. I hope you enjoyed reading this madness.😛

Whoa...seems like you took the words right out of my mouth 😉 And you are so true about the spark. IPK has surefire done smth to bring back the zing thing which some of us might have forgotten in the ruthless drive of life 😊 . The thing which I don't do is clear browser history ...LOL you see I cheat in front of hubby dear in the hope that he learns a lesson or two from ASR or jealousy gets the best of him.😆. Alas...damn the deals which we have this time of the year...asked me to get enlarged poster of Arnav !! just because there's an awesome deal going on and the logic--these days im in such a delightful upbeat mood...😳 . can u imagine!!! all my efforts gone with the wind...😃🤣

Originally posted by: humhemeghna

My Torrid Affair

The weekend was up on me. The thought of it made me fretful. How were these days going to pass? Filling them with tedious hum drum, listening to mindless drear of the husband, cooking, supervising cleaners, soccer practice and piano lessons. The only thing that made it bearable was my time with my son and shhh the anticipation of seeing "the unspoken" on Monday morning.

My sneak peeks in with my help group had given me support and an outlet to air my feelings. I had to clear my browsing history several times a day to make sure I wouldn't be found out. I was living this dual life. I had been caught once cheating by the husband; I couldn't afford to be caught again. He had warned me about the obsession. My son knew about the affair, and he knew it had bought back spark in me. I knew I had to stop, but this was more powerful than I had dreamed off. I was happy in my mundane life and I wasn't even looking for this affair, and now it had engulfed me. My body and mind ached for Monday, except for those special much anticipated and sporadic Sundays.

What was Monday going to be like ' loving, uncouth, passionate, and apprehensive, was there going to a lot of talking or were there going to some quite moments, was there going to be touching or just some quick and some not so quick glances. The kiss had evaded me and my eyes shut tight trying to push that moment out of mind.

I thought about the affair all the time - once a day it was the real thing, other times it was the anticipation of the real thing, or the replaying of the real thing, the fantasies and the innumerable hours of day dreaming and the countless critically analyzed and deeply philosophical conversations with my help group. I am trapped in this beautiful web of dreams.

So my affair is with ARHI moments and my help group is you chicas and chicos at the forum helping me cope with craziness that is "the unspoken" IPKKND. Let me know what your weekends are like. I hope you enjoyed reading this madness.😛

I am so with you girl!! how will i survive till Monday!

Originally posted by: humhemeghna

My Torrid Affair

The weekend was up on me. The thought of it made me fretful. How were these days going to pass? Filling them with tedious hum drum, listening to mindless drear of the husband, cooking, supervising cleaners, soccer practice and piano lessons. The only thing that made it bearable was my time with my son and shhh the anticipation of seeing "the unspoken" on Monday morning.

My sneak peeks in with my help group had given me support and an outlet to air my feelings. I had to clear my browsing history several times a day to make sure I wouldn't be found out. I was living this dual life. I had been caught once cheating by the husband; I couldn't afford to be caught again. He had warned me about the obsession. My son knew about the affair, and he knew it had bought back spark in me. I knew I had to stop, but this was more powerful than I had dreamed off. I was happy in my mundane life and I wasn't even looking for this affair, and now it had engulfed me. My body and mind ached for Monday, except for those special much anticipated and sporadic Sundays.

What was Monday going to be like ' loving, uncouth, passionate, and apprehensive, was there going to a lot of talking or were there going to some quite moments, was there going to be touching or just some quick and some not so quick glances. The kiss had evaded me and my eyes shut tight trying to push that moment out of mind.

I thought about the affair all the time - once a day it was the real thing, other times it was the anticipation of the real thing, or the replaying of the real thing, the fantasies and the innumerable hours of day dreaming and the countless critically analyzed and deeply philosophical conversations with my help group. I am trapped in this beautiful web of dreams.

So my affair is with ARHI moments and my help group is you chicas and chicos at the forum helping me cope with craziness that is "the unspoken" IPKKND. Let me know what your weekends are like. I hope you enjoyed reading this madness.😛

same here my friend..its freezing outside..im just watching the previous arhi love scenes on you tube and anticipating for Monday just as you all.I hope not to be disappointed!😉