Warning: This is a mature story, read at your own risk. Do you ever feel like you're floating above your body? But not out of joy or to escape some sort of traumatic experience but out of complete and utter confusion? You're looking down at yourself screaming as you wonder how in the hell you got into this situation. What turns did you take, what path did you go running down that led you to this moment of self-destruction and turmoil? At what point did you decide, 'I think I'll turn my simple, boring life completely upside down'. But for what reason? Do you have no regard for the consequences? The people you're going to hurt? The lives you're going to ruin? I'm doing that now. I am watching myself get shoved up against the wall of the large corner office on the thirteenth floor of the building on Promise Street. I see myself wrap my arms and legs around a man as his lips find my neck. His hands grope my breasts. My hands are in his hair and then down his body unbuckling his belt. I can't get his pants down fast enough. I'm desperate for him. Desperate to make him come. I've never had this kind of passion with anyone. Not even my husband. This story will be updated weekly! Start: July 2, 2021 End: December 24, 2021
25 parts