The Chase

I didn't plan for any of this. Maybe I did subconsciously, somewhere in my head I probably knew this was a possible outcome. Maybe I just ignored it because I was driven by desire. She wasn't the prettiest in the office, neither did she have the greatest ass but there was just something about her, I wanted her, I guess I should have known what would happen, I was attracted to her and it was not going to end well. It would have been better if I can say I was attracted to her intellect or just wanted to be friends in the true sense of the word.

It started with a glance. A smile that lingered a second too long. Her name was Claire. She was married. But knowing didn't stop me. It never does.

Now, I do not make a habit of chasing married women who work with me, only those I meet in the bar who indicate they want some quick fun and nothing more or are willing to have an adventure with me.

I'll raise my hand and say it's fucked up but nothing feels better than fucking a married pussy, the idea of fucking and spilling your seed inside another man's wife is intoxicating, you feel like a conqueror, like you are on top of the world like you've taken something.

It's intoxicating and you just keep wanting more of it, maybe it's the illicit nature of it or knowing you are plowing another man's wife as she screams your name.

Clare was not my first workplace liaison and over the years I learnt a few lessons in seducing married women in the office without getting battered with a sexual harassment complaint.

The first step was simple: Be present. Be there for them in and around them, be visible I guess and I made sure to cross paths with Claire often. At the coffee shop. In the park. Casual encounters that felt like fate. I didn't push. I just... existed in her world. Exchanged a smile, a wave some small talk nothing evasive.

Step two: Listen. Women crave attention but most of all they love being heard. Claire was no different and in time she talked about her job, Sher dreams, and frustrations. I listened like her words were the only thing that mattered. And maybe, for a while they truly were.

Step three: Compliment, but don't overdo it. I told her she was brilliant., and she was to some extent but clearly not as brilliant as I painted, the kind of compliment that gives a spring to her walk and makes her look forward to coming in to work, simple things to show you care but not in a creepy way, one time when the rains were particularly heavy and she was apprehensive about driving because of low visibility I didn't offer to drive her or anything silly I simply told her to be careful and text me to let me know she arrived safe. Of course she didn't and the next day I told her I was worried when I didn't hear from her. So yes create a situation that gets them to apologize and be quick to forgive, lets face it you only apologize to when you've done wrong and more often to those you care about. Orchestrating an apology creates a nexus of care and responsibility and it's a powerful tool in seducing any woman married or not. I kept other compliments simple and scaled gradually, told her that her laugh was infectious. I kept it light. Honest. She'd blushed. I'd pretend not to notice.

Once you get them to start blushing you're halfway there.

Step four: Create a connection. I shared bits of myself. My failures. My fears. Vulnerability is magnetic. It draws people in like nothing else. Sam with Claire who seemed more engaged when we spoke, she'd lean in closer and her eyes much softer.

Step five: Be unpredictable. Routine kills desire. So, I started to change things a bit and surprise her, I bought a book she'd mentioned in conversation that she wanted to read and dropped it on her desk, or a small card telling her to get some rest, and then make myself scarce for a bit but still doing things that resonate and is important to her which is pretty much what I did. Also jealousy is a great tool to keep you from slipping into the friend zone, find some floozy in the office to spend time with in a way that disrupts the time she expects to spend with you or usually expects you to drop by her desk, this way when you do she either gives you the attitude or is more attentive to the time you spend with her.

She would not recognize it but by this time you are already staking a claim to a part of her.

Step six: Test the waters. Physical touch is important, brush her hand, hold her shoulder, give hug, do what is right depending on the extent you have built your relationship with the lady. The day I hugged Claire and held her for what we both knew was a tad bit too long and she didn't complain or push back, I knew I had her.

Step seven: Plant doubt. I didn't badmouth her husband, I never do with married women since she obviously saw something in him before she married the bloke. That's too obvious. Instead, I asked questions and make statements like "He doesn't know how lucky he is" or stuff like "If i had you or someone like you I would die happy" or " when was the last time you..." basically you hit at something you know she lacks but you provide.

Step eight: Own her emotionally. I became her confidant. Her escape. Clair was soon sharing things she would not tell anyone else.

Step nine: Make her choose. I didn't demand. I didn't beg. I just... waited and let the tension grow, find a way to spend time with her, remember she has a family maybe kids, luckily Claire had no kids but find a way thats clearly inconvenient, remember what i said about apologies? she would apologise and find a way to make it up to you, might offer the next week or day, don't be an asshole and ty to guilt trip her, she probably already feels guilty enough making arrangements with you but she's still going through with it so be the bigger man, regardless of what or where she tells her husband she will be whether working late or whatever, odds are he would not be the bigger man and rightly so but lets face it we don't really care about him.

Step ten: Seal the deal. I kissed her. Softly. Slowly. She hesitated. Then she kissed me back. I cant really tell you how to handle this, you're not a fifteen year old, handle it!

So yes I fucked Claire, several times the day we finally did it, her ass was amazing and spilling my seed inside her was heavenly but once we were done I didn't feel victorious. I felt... empty. Claire looked at me with guilt in her eyes. "What now?" she whispered.

I didn't have an answer.

The truth is, I didn't want her. Not really. I wanted the chase. The thrill. The power. and to conquer her and once I had it, it meant nothing.

Claire left that day. Back to her husband. Back to her life. I watched her go, knowing I'd done something irreversible. Something cruel.

I didn't plan for any of this. But plans don't matter when you're playing with fire.

And now? I'm lying in a hospital bed with broken ribs, the doctors say I'll be ok soon. I don't know who did me in, most likely her husband but I can't prove it and don't want to, lets face it, if it wasn't him it'd be any of the other husbands but hey I got what I wanted and you can too.