At nineteen years of age I was young, naieve and a mistress. The liasion lasted 4 years. I spent four chriatmas mornings wondering what 'he' was doing. I envisioned him surrounded by kids, wife and presents. I spent four birthdays hoping 'he' would get a chance to see me. I went to weddings, christenings and everything else alone. He was 13 years older than me and I assumed 'he' was worldly wise and correct in most things.
I grew up and wised up. He stayed with his wife, in their single beds of course. I found true love. He is still substituting that for an opportune shag. I am now older than 'he' was when I knew him. He was a manipulative sad human being. Never able to give without a price.
I think to be a successful mistress you need a heart of stone. Because then you will be on even footing. I am ashamed as a woman that I decieved another woman.