Shame
Attending an occasion she never thought she'd have to, thoughts flow and discoveries are made.
Shame. That’s what you must’ve felt every time you met up with me. You claimed the way you looked at me is how you once looked at your wife, but I highly doubt it. With her, I bet it was true love, adoration, and care, but with me, it was pure lust; a need to seed. To use me as the piece of fuck-meat you so desperately craved. You two made sweet, passionate love, while we had rough, disrespectful sex. Not that I minded. I...