Infidelity Comments

I could feel his magnetic, fit, bare chest rubbing against my breasts. His facial structure was heart-shaped with a wide forehead and a pointed chin and square jaw-line that could chisel granite.
His eyes were a “window into my soul”, like a baby animal; plain, salt-of-the-earth honesty with a chocolate-brown depth and rich hazel light flecked with piercing cat-like emerald green.
His lean and athletic body stole my trusting body in sin
He was conscious of the burn on his chest, but I loved touching his velvet skin regardless. Men don’t understand that their imperfections make them unique. Never will I say another has given me the joy he did.
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