Do I even need to say it? You all came here for the good-ol' one-two fuck sessions, didn't you?

NEW VERSION ONLINE! Fire on Fire, you find it on my profile --- "This is so wrong ..." Emma commented against his lips as he pinned her up against the wall. "Is it?" He echoed while taking a handful of her breasts, lips now on her neck. "She's my friend ..." Emma tried to argue, but already feeling weak at his touch. "Don't think about it." He simply replied. As his lips nipped down on her sensitive skin, she let out a breathless moan, unable to keep it, feeling both guilty yet also so extremely pleasured at the same time. It had been so long since the last time ... years! And he was ... oh, so irresistible and skilled that resisting was proving to be impossible. So she just played along, brushing his perfectly sculpted abs beneath his t-shirt while his hands kept playing with her breasts and his lips trailed kisses from her neck to her cheek, but then they scooped down to her cleavage so that his hands fell down too and when one reached her core, Emma couldn't do anything else but just surrender to this devil that was tempting her, making her do something she never would when in her right mind, something she'd regret, but that felt oh, so good right then ... Cheating is something that is often tackled in stories, but more often than not, the angle shown is the one of the person that has been cheated on. What's on the other side, though? What's in the head of the cheaters? Highest rank #19 in Short Story