| Straight: Infidelity: Same Time, Same Place (1/2) |
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Same time, same place. It is Friday night, 7:00 pm on the dot. I can hear my heels echoing off the wall of the familiar dark alley I'm walking through. Sweat beads at the top of my brow. My nerves tingle with anticipation and apprehension, just as it always does when I'm on my way to see You. I get to our spot. You're not here. I wonder if You decided not to come, but that can't be it. We have been meeting at the same time and same place for the last four years. We promised each other forever. It's all so funny now. A promise we made as teenagers to always find a way to be together. A promise made just before Your family moved You away and life took You even farther. But that damn promise and the thoughts of You and what could've, should've, and would've been keep me coming back. Well, that and Him. You are hands down the best lover that I have ever experienced. The thought of Her being able to have You every night is enough to drive any sane woman mad. But, I won't allow that to happen to me. I understand my role in Your life. I prefer it this way. Just the thought of You has got me hot and bothered and that tiny bit of fear creeps back into my mind. Wonder if Your conscience has caught up with You and You have decided to end our journey without telling me. Which would probably be the best way to do it. Because my mouth and my body would talk You out of it. I had to chuckle at myself on that thought. Then I smell it. That all too familiar scent of You. I turn to greet You, but You tell me not to turn around. You are so close to me now I can feel your breath on my neck. I came geared up…as I always do. Trench coat, thigh-highs, stilettos, and nothing else. I came the way You like me to be. You wrap your arms around my waist in a warm embrace. As if to tell me You missed me. See, I need no words, no promises and You know that. That's what You like the most about me. I shiver when You touch me…longing for more. Your aura alone could make me cum but, where's the fun in that? You slide your hands through my trench and began to massage my breast. I moan in anticipation of what's to come and lay my head back on Your shoulder for support. Your hands travel down south…while you trail warm moist kisses down the side of my neck. You chuckle when you see how ready I am. I smile to myself 'cause I can feel how ready You are. Your fingers enter me first 1, then 2. We move in unison to the rhythm of Your stroke. I feel like a 3 time winner, fingers, tongue and this big guy with all of Your big body parts. You know what you are doing. Again I moan…this time louder, more urgent. You understand my pleas for release and push me up against one of the walls to enter me from behind. With the first thrust I see stars. The 2nd |
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