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I press my palms to my ears attempting to block the deafening noises in my head. They keep screaming your name and I don’t know how to make them stop.Sitting alone in the silent room, the walls close up on me as I struggle to deny the obvious need in my body. My eyes fall on the picture wall, my smiling face staring back at me from a framed photograph. I notice my husband’s arms wrapped around my waist and the evident happiness on our faces. However, my mind refuses to remember the promises I made to him, it keeps wandering back to you.My heart is restless as I sink to the couch, my emotions sinking with me. I close my eyes with a new determination and promise myself to keep these ridiculous thoughts at bay before I do something stupid and reckless.The doorbell rings, a welcome distraction to help me with my resolve. I brush the crinkles off my cotton summer dress and pull the door open.My heart skips a beat to unexpectedly find you standing at the door. The universe is playing tricks on me. Why else would it send you to my door when I am overflowing with my need for you?”Why aren’t you answering my calls?” you snap. You look tense, your eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed tightly with annoyance.”There is nothing left to talk about, I am married and so are you.” My eyes beg you to leave.”You can’t just stop taking my calls Sex hikayeleri like that, my dear,” your voice softens with concern.”I don’t know what else to do,” I close my eyes, trying to hide the anguish in them.”You know I care for you, don’t you?” you ask, grabbing both my arms tightly, and stepping inside my house.”Stop caring for me. That makes me feel things I shouldn’t.” The sharp tone of my voice surprises us both.You take your hands away immediately and step back. I notice the hurt in your eyes. The muscles in your face tighten, showing the struggle you’re going through. Running your fingers through your thick blonde hair, you take a deep breath.”I just want you to be okay. Can you promise me just that?””I am not okay,” I whisper, looking at my feet. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t get enough of you. Nothing gives me the serotonin rush anymore. I keep waiting for this feeling to pass, like a phase. But it gets deeper and deeper.”My eyes dive into yours, wondering if you share the sentiment.”Will you let me in, please? I just want to sit with you until you feel better.” You sigh.With a small nod, I lead you to the living room and we sit on the sofa together.You and I have never been intimate. At least, the kind of physical intimacy that the world understands. Being alone in a room with Sikiş hikayeleri you feels strange and new.However, we do share a deeper intimacy that is impossible to put into words. Over the last few months, you have become my closest confidant and my support system. We felt an instant connection, the kind where you could complete my sentences and sense my feelings even when you weren’t around me physically.After a while, it was pointless to pretend that it was just a platonic relationship when we were undeniably drawn to each other. An attraction that defied logic started reflecting in our dialogues, and casual conversations turned into steamy messages and innuendos. Last night, the guilt of having such confusing feelings for another man got the best of me and I stopped responding to your messages and answering your calls.I never imagined you would come over to check up on me. I feel secretly elated, but confused and sinful at the same time.The sun shines through the French windows, golden streaks glistening on your sleek blonde hair. They make your eyes sparkle more than usual, expressing an eagerness but also deep distress. I can barely stop myself from pulling you in a tight hug and making all your worries go away.My strong, composed exterior is slipping away as the vulnerability seeps in. Lately, Erotik hikaye you’ve offered a safe space where I feel comfortable being exposed. Being strong can get exhausting at times and I am frequently drawn to you and your safe space.Looking at you, I notice your guards are down as well; you are unarmed for the first time in front of me. The faith we have in each other makes my heart melt.”I am sorry! You must have been worried to have shown up at my doorstep in the middle of the day.” I say.”Don’t be sorry, I understand why you did what you did.” You run your fingers through my dark hair and tug at my chin, pulling me close slightly. I dive into your eyes, while they try to explore mine.The sane voices in my head seem to slowly fade away as my silly, needy heart takes over. I can’t help the growing desire in my body; it pulls me to you like a moth to a flame. Those last few inches between our lips are monumental. We both know that there is no coming back after that. After that first kiss, it will be impossible to behave.My palm, pressed firmly to your chest, can feel your heart thumping wildly. Your proximity is driving me insane, electric excitement running through my nerves. I can feel your breath on my face, warm and fuzzy.You finally cross the threshold, and our lips touch for the first time. Just a soft caress that feels like a mind-numbing sensation. I close my eyes and part my lips, inviting you in. Your lips kiss mine lightly, yet, it sucks the air out of my lungs. You gradually slip your tongue inside my mouth, making me moan, sending shivers across my skin.
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