Love

She had loved before. She had gotten her heart broken, when {if Hotwife = True}her relationship with her former husband broke down, piece by piece, until all love between them was gone. After all she did for him, the lengths she changed herself for his sake…But he kept pushing her for more, always doing what he wanted without regard for her needs. The day she realized he cared more about her satisfying his fetishes than how much she cared for him was the day her love died... {else}she was younger. She thought it was serious, but to him she was just another girl to fuck. She still slept with him a few times, desperately hoping it would become more. Begging him to go on a single date with her. But when he causally chose to sleep with a different girl one night she understood it wasn’t meant to be…{endif} She was devastated. A crying mess, curled on her bed by herself as she wondered if there was something wrong with her. Was she unlovable? Is this how her life was going to be, forever a girl to fuck but not a girl to cherish and share happy memories with?

It took time for her to heal. And longer still for her to try dating again, rather than looking for hot, meaningless sex to distract her from her pain. But then she met Ashton, and hope bloomed anew in her life. It was so different from her previous love, so joyful and soothing. With him, she could relax and entrust herself in his arms, knowing he would never hurt her. She felt respected. When she spoke, he listened and cared about her. And he loved her.

But with this new love came a new, **** fear of losing that love. Of Ashton somehow coming to hate her, and tossing her away. And this is what she feared the most, losing this joy, this warmth, after having experienced it once. She was sure her heart would break, if this happened.

And so she lied. And she hated herself for deceiving Ashton, and she was always afraid that he was going to find out. ‘But if I can change myself, make myself the kind of girl that he would like, then it won’t be a lie!’ She thought to herself. And she desperately hoped that was true.