Secret Pen Pal

There she goes, my mind's mistress. We are secret pen pals, exchanging emails nightly. She doesn't know who I am, but I know her. We sit a few cubicles apart, but we are so alike; we are practically made for each other. But she can never know who I am. I am married, she is engaged. Our emails are our only bond.

SecretSexKitten01 - Oh what a screen name! Though I know her real name, I cannot mingle the two. Anabelle is a sweet young woman, completely unlike my sexy SecretSexKitten01! One writes reports, the other writes fantasies only the darkest mind acknowledges. Such words pour from my nightly friend's fingertips! She takes me on adventures my wife would cringe at. She has taken me down to the depths of my very soul and shown me who I really am. No, my wife most certainly would not approve.

I sit alone in the break room, surveying my coworkers as they converse. She stands by the counter, alone with her own thoughts. Could she be thinking of our next meeting online? A thought flutters through her mind and she smiles. It is a small smile, a secretive smile. As I decide tonight will be another fun night, our eyes meet.

She winks. She knows.