Submitting to the Boy Next Door:: The Submission

All day at work I tried to rationalize with myself. What harm was done if I slept with my son's friend and no one was any wiser? Deep down I knew what we did was wrong but Clay's desire for me made me feel alive.

There was also the physical reminder. I ached from Clay, but it was a delicious pain, a pain from being filled so completely.

For the first time in a very long time, I stopped thinking about how much I missed my husband's strong, dominant personality.

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Rafbók: 1 juni 2017