The Best Night of My Life: Part 2
A frustrated wife's journal entries about how reconnecting with a sexy friend throws her into a whole new world of wild hedonism that she had long forgotten she belonged within.
July 3rd I have just begun to be able to piece together and process the pure ecstasy I experienced with Vinda at her club last night. I want so badly to share it with someone, with Ryan especially, but it stays here for now. I don't even know where to begin sorting out my feelings about it, honestly. My conscience tells me I should feel the weight of a metric ton of guilt, and though I can't ignore it, I still can't help...