Breathless.

Suffocating under shame.

Fingertips burning.

Wants morphing into needs.

Ignored phone calls drowning in the vacuum of lust.

Love?

We are in too far to give it a name.

Against sanity, against reason, we are here.

We always end up in some version of it, no matter how hard we try.

It's the most addictive pain I have ever known.

You push me up against the wall of someone else’s office with my thighs spread wide, the inner skin slick and dripping.

No one will ever make me this wet.

It makes me hate what I have become. 

I am the lying wife.

I am the other woman.

It's delicious.

Pieces of a stranger’s life press into my back while we fuck. 

Little league photos. Awards. Birthday cards.

The colors bleed together.

I inhale the the spice of your cologne as you thrust up into me.

Will he smell it on me later? Will she taste my cunt on your tongue when you kiss her?

The pressure increases. 

Your chest heaves against my own till I can hardly breath.

The wild animals that lurk just below the surface of our skins ripple and shiver.

Screaming.

Growling.

Gasping.

My hips roll to meet your own.

In seconds I am asking god to damn the world.

You use my rasping cries as an excuse to suddenly quiet your pace.

Slowly.

And with much care.

You make me savor every inch of you.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Your tongue runs up my neck until your lips reach my ear.

“You want it?”

Somehow I know you are smiling, like a jeckel playing games with its kill.

“You want me to cum deep inside that precious cunt of yours?”

The regret of saying yes will haunt me later.  

But I do it anyway.

In an hour your hot cum will be soaking my panties as I cook a wholesome dinner for three.

I know I will relish it.

I know that I want it.

“Please”

It's only a whimper. But it's enough.

A laugh crawls out of your throat like a demon as you reply with words that have become my own hated Achilles Heel. 

“That’s my fucking good girl”  

With a groan you reclaim your frantic tempo.

Hot blood overtakes me and strangles any frail attempt I have left at morality.

We approach the edge together.

I gush around your cock while a flow of curses spills from your full lips against my neck.

I am beautiful.

I am your bitch.

I am your fucking good girl.

With luscious tenderness you kiss my mouth while the last of your seed pumps into my core.

We tremble together, satiated and spent.

For now.