The world would be a very sad place if readers could only love one story.

If only I knew... If only baby... If only...

We knew our strengths and played up our assets. But we couldn't see what made us unique enough for someone to really love us.

We could have been the greatest love story ever told.

If only you'd stayed in character.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

A wife is meant to be cherished and to be treated with a gentle hand, while a mistress is a convenient cunt to rut in.