He was sweaty; you imagined the calluses that could be felt
on his rough hands when he touched you. As he pulled his shirt off and wiped
his dripping face, he looked up in your direction smiling. Quickly, you shut
the white curtains on the small round window and sunk to the floor,
embarrassed. The feeling was so
electric. Only a few months had passed
since he moved in next door. You knew it was wrong, both of you being married, yet
the overwhelming feelings of desire took over. What harm could inviting him in for a drink
be?
Photo Title: Wild Horses
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Kedra Lynn
A drink of what? Love the way you left the story open for our dirty little minds...
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