Intimacy and Romance, Falling Head Over Heels
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blondie_m Reflecting on life
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In love with a married man

Source: Myself https://mylucidmind.com/b...

Intimacy and Romance, Falling Head Over Heels

by Myself

The ding of a text message withdrew me from the boredom of factor analysis. I put aside the textbook, reached out for my iPhone, and glanced at the screen. “I am horny, come over now”.

Greg’s straightforwardness was bluntly concise.

He was watching me from the porch as I was parking. I got out of the vehicle, our eyes met. I felt helplessly fragile, weak, and small under his heavy look. A bunny and a python.

My heart was pounding as he dispassionately waved me inside. I quietly followed him. The house was cold and quiet as usual.

I never felt the presence of Emy or their kids here; dresses in the closet room and the Monopoly board game on the coffee table did not seem to be suggestive of anything.

Where is your wife?

– In Atlanta with the boys

– Why aren’t you guys together for the Valentines’ day?

– They are in Atlanta

I kept giggling as he was dragging me upstairs. I was a carton puppet, very light, and extremely unimportant. Every time he f*cked me, I felt like melting, dissolving, and entirely disappearing.

My Greg, cold reptilian eyes, uneven teeth, and a slight smell of rotten meat from his mouth. I felt his stubble rubbing my skin like sandpaper.

He was cold and inattentive; his cock was firm and hot; that cold and hot contrast felt like a crazy roller-coaster ride I was addicted to.

He pushed my legs up over his shoulders to get a deeper penetration. He was too big for me, intimacy with him was painful and sweaty.

I kept trying to refocus from the pain to watching the bedroom. Surreal pictures and huge fish tanks added to the coldness of the interior. His cock was the only warm thing about this house.

I could feel him through his cock, and the feeling was fantastic. I knew as soon as he pulls out, we will entirely disconnect, and I will be smacked by the ruthlessness of his introversion.

Sex with him was the only link between us, it balanced out his reasoning and my psychosis.

– Pull out before you come

– No

– Please

– No – He roared ejaculating inside. I looked around searching for the AC remote.

I wanted to raise the room temperature; the bedroom felt freezing, his semen would not keep me warm for a long time.

– Please get on the pill

– No

– You are your worst enemy, Vixen

– If you knock me up, I will at least qualify for some state help with housing

– Stop it, I give you money all the time

– Whatever, – I wanted to get out of his house, it was too big, too artificial, too clean.

– You should stay, I want you here all night

I shook my heard. The factor analysis was waiting.

I wanted to leave my presence in his bed and in his heart, but I knew he will take care of the mess, and everything will be surgically clean again as soon as I am gone.

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