A Quiet Truth

Fuck, she looks hot today. She’s got that masculine femme look about her and I want her so bad. She lures me in with her piercing blue eyes - accentuated by the blue shirt she’s wearing - daring me to flirt with her. The chemistry between us is palpable - thick with longing laced with an air of foreboding. Oh the things I want to do to her.

I’ve always wanted to be with a woman. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve kissed a lot of girls, but to be fully immersed in a woman’s softness, her scent, her taste, lost in the warmth of her breasts and the sweetness between her thighs - that’s something I’ve only dreamed of. I am a married woman after all.

But there’s something about her I’m never going to get over until I’ve tasted her.

Our chemistry has been building for years, woven into every casual get-together. She knows I want her, and there’s a part of her that wants me too. We flirt constantly - it’s no secret among our friends that I crave a night with a woman. Even my husband has given me the green light. But she’s a woman of faith, bound by beliefs that clash with her desire. No matter how badly she wants me, she just can’t bring herself to cross that line...

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