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The price that comes with unbridled lust.


Submitted:May 31, 2014    Reads: 78    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Love's Triangle

She could not believe what she was about to do. She knew that it was wrong, but curiosity had brought her here. Now that she stared temptation right in the face, she realized that she was not has strong as she thought she was. She told herself that there was a chance that she was dreaming again, but she knew this was a lie because his touch felt too real.

They sat on the edge of his bed as his massive hands massaged her neck. With each rub she felt herself drifting back closer and closer to his chest. He whispered something into her ear, but she could not understand him. She was to intoxicate by his touch, that sensation had overrode all of the other sensors in her brain. He spoke a little louder, bringing her back to reality. He asked her if she was okay, she responded by simply nodding her head. She was not okay though, this was wrong and she knew that she needed to leave before it was too late. She needed to leave but her body wanted to stay. As she prepared an excuse, he began to passionately kiss her neck. She knew then that it was already too late.

No other words were spoken. He turned her around and kissed her like she was the love of his life. Slowly he laid her down onto the bed and then he stood up to remove his clothes. His body looked like it had been sculpted by Michelangelo. He was David and she was Bathsheba.

He started off slow and he definitely knew what he was doing. He slowly undressed her, taking his time to marvel over every inch of her body. He made her feel like she was a queen and like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

He knew that foreplay was an art, something not to be rushed. He started at her neck, gently sucking not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to raise her body temperature. Easily he made his way down to her breast. He twirled his tongue around her areola before he slipped her entire nipple in and out of his mouth. It felt so good that she thought that the feeling could not get any better. That was until he kept her nipple inside of his mouth and began twirling his tongue around her nipple while sucking at the same time. He was driving her wild. Her body began to move to the rhythm of his tongue. She moaned and begged him not to stop. She completely lost it when he slipped two fingers inside of her wetness. His tongue and fingers move in synch with each another, slowly guiding her to an unknown territory named ecstasy.

She tried to fight it but her body would not let her, it felt as if the oxygen had left the room. She felt a warm tingly feeling start at her clitoris and before she could react the feeling shot through her entire body. Her muscles begin rigid as she grabbed ahold of the sheets and let the sensation take over her body. This was not just a new territory it was a whole new realm that he had introduced her to and now she that she had an appetite for it, she greedily wanted more and more.

Four hours later, after he had taught her the true meaning of the word euphoria, she now stared at him as he lay asleep. He looked so peaceful and he looked like he did not have a care in the world. Gone were the feelings that she just had held; now they were replaced by shame. He had went from being the object of her lust to the subject of her regret. He was her butterfly effect. Their meeting had changed her future and it was no way that she could go back in the past and changed it.

As she gathered her things to prepare for her unannounced exit, she took out her phone. One touch of a button told her what she already knew. She had eight missed calls, eight voicemails, and one text message. The missed calls, voicemails, and the text message were from the same caller. She could not bear to listen to the voicemails so she retrieved the text instead. It simply read, "Love, please just call me and let me that you are alright. I love you and I'm sorry." His words pushed the knife a little deeper into her heart.

She got dressed and left her lover without notice. She forced herself not to look back as she walked out the door. She had left him behind but she carrying the guilt, regrets, shame, and pain with her.





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