Betrayal
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thursday may 17th, As I awoke, guilt overcame me. The things that i had did the night before were terrible and somehow, up to this moment, i lay in bed next to my sisters fiance naked. my last memory was that of him caressing my body with a handling that made every inch of my body go numb. the feeling of his penis rubbing up against my G-spot filled me with even more lust and desire than ever before. his tounge wiggled around in my pussy as i moaned and panted 4 more. I urged him to go on as his wet sticky tounge moved wildly inside me. "cum for me" he said, and my body obeyed. an intense orgasm ripped through me and left my legs feeling like jello. but let me tell you how all this came to be...
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As I stare at myself in the mirror, I don't even recognize the reflection. I'm a married woman, and I can't get over that. I'm only wearing red lace underwear at the moment. I wear sexy panties and bras now because I have someone who's seeing them every day other than myself. Does he wear special boxers...? I'm not ready to think about Silas that way yet. It is still too weird. I am a little surprised that I haven't had a meltdown yet. I've never had a panic attack before, but my life has been turned upside-down. I have a pretty damn good excuse to have one. Everyone is probably expecting that I will. They may even be surprised that I haven't yet. Eight years erased... Eight years to learn... I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm still me... just older. I rub lotion into my face, examining it closely. Still me. Same blue eyes. Same shallow dimples in my cheeks. Same lips that cover straight teeth that my parents paid a lot of money for. I step back and take in my body. A little curvier then I remember, but not by much. I guess with marriage comes comfort weight. My hair is the same blonde, just longer. How odd to have everything the same... yet so different. Completed July of 2019

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