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Remorse

Did that even really happen? She thought. The damp sidewalk felt like ice under her feet. It’s only been a few hours, maybe less. It already feels like a drunken hallucination. 

The problem was that it’s hard to tell what’s real when reality itself is so far from normal. The status quo of this situation was just hopelessly warped. 

It had started with a look.  

That’s a lie, she thought to herself. It started with whiskey.

The whiskey was probably why she noticed the look he’d given her… the look that transformed friendly, getting-to-know-you-as-a-person conversations with acquaintances into a mischievous game of what was basically just chicken. A dare.

It had escalated quickly. Before long she’d sat at his feet, and he let her. Of course, he probably didn’t really know or care about the sort of surrender that implied to her, in her own drunken mind. He didn’t play those games, as far as she could tell. However, he still would have known that she was sitting far too close to be appropriate. He would have been aware that her shoulder against his knee was far too familiar for a casual co-worker.

The others had stepped out to smoke… and that was when he finally called her bluff, reaching down gently and ghosting a feather-light finger over her breast. The sensation shot through her as sharp as if he’d slapped her. Holy shit, is this happening? She couldn’t believe it. Her senses were muddled from too many drinks, and she was supposed to be getting home soon… But god, the week had been so hard. And her feet hurt from standing and her face ached from smiling at rude customers. And backing down felt like running away. She’d never been good about denying herself what she wanted. And she really, really wanted to stay.

It was dimly lit, almost spooky at this time, since the place was normally bustling.  

“It’s been a long time since there’s been a naked girl in this room.” he murmured, and watched her pull her shirt over her head. His words shot straight to the pit of her belly. She spared an idle moment to mourn her mismatched bra and panties, not to mention the fact that she knew her dexterity and skill were never at their best after so much drinking, but then he pulled her closer and she forgot why she was worried.

She couldn’t remember how he smelled. The whiskey had stolen that from her, and it bothered her. She loved to know a man by the way he smelled. But she did remember flashes: the smile on his face, the tattoo she’d never seen, the piercings he always covered, the dark look in his eyes. Her hands were everywhere on his body now. his groped hers freely. Clothes were unbuttoned, unfastened… the details of how it happened had been robbed from her mind by the liquor, and the clear snapshots of memories flashed through her mind as though seen through a strobe light… Eventually though, the frenzy slowed and she remembered with crystal clarity that the first warm feeling of skin on skin was magnificent.

“I cannot believe it’s you doing this,” he groaned. 

Neither can I, she thought back at him, gazing up at him from her knees, mouth watering as she finally went to achieve her conquest. “I try to be very accommodating, at work. We aim to please.” She revelled in the filthiness of it.

“I really need to do this more often.” he’d replied with a groan.

Jesus Christ people eat at this table. WE both eat at this table. I don’t care. Fuck me now.

It was sloppy. it was hurried, and a little clumsy. And it was the most exhilarating night she’d had in ages. In the end, they were both late to go home… and she sent him away with red fingernail welts on his chest. Rushing to meet her friends, she hurriedly ate a slice of pizza, to quell the dizziness from the drink, and to mask the taste of him on her lips.

Nothing I’ve done in ages has felt this wrong, she thoughti. The taboo made her more excited. What if his wife found out?

She laughed, a bit hysterical at the state of affairs, reeling from adrenaline and lust and the rush of a new cock in her mouth, of tasting a man she’d never even dared to consider. What the fuck was wrong with her brain? What possessed her to take things this far? Was “normal” not fucked up enough? Everyone would be so hurt if they knew… She could never tell anyone, she realized.

Later she was racked with guilt even as she brought herself to orgasm thinking about it, her fingers working hard to replay the events of the night as the images flashed through her mind, along with fantasy scenarios she desperately craved as she told herself in the same breath they should never be. 

It had been a hell of a week.

List of Non-sexual forms of intimacy

Watching tv/movies together

going to events together like carnivals, festivals etc.

going on dates like to the movies or shopping

Sharing secrets

hugs

sharing drinks

phone calls

talking

touching noses

cuddling

philosophical discussions

Hand holding

Sharing jokes

sharing smiles

laying your head on someone’s shoulder

linking arms

massages

tickling

playing with hair

scratching backs

tracing designs on arms

talking about the future

a hand written note

moving your head to their chest and listening to their heartbeat.

singing together or playing instruments together

dancing

feeding each other

drawing/writing on one another

Brushing your partners hair

sharing food

sitting knee to knee across from each other

 Doing beauty treatments like facials or manicures, hair dying or face masks

reading books together

take care of your partner when sick

talking about the relationship (how I feel with you, How I feel w/ this relationship)

cooking together

Head-scratches

hugging

discussions about yourselves (like flaws, shortcomings, passions, stuff)

being physically/emotionally vulnerable

just sleeping together,

an actual open honest conversation

bathing and taking care of hygiene together

butterfly kisses

nuzzling

telling on-the-fly stories

meditating or sharing spirituality

grooming

sharing hobbies

studying

sharing personal stories

shaving

seeing each other without make-up or all dressed up

moral support for major events

crying, sharing emotions, comforting each other

listening to someones heartbeat or breathing

camping/hiking

sleepovers

being with animals together

going on trips together

sharing clothes/jewelry/personal items

Sharing online social media

cleaning someone else’s living space

going with them to a doctor/therapist

doing art together

kissing different body parts

making out

volunteer together

work together

talking about wants and desires

experience new things together

do an extracurricular together

play games together

play sports together

walking together

being respectful and kind to one another (helping them do things, open doors for them etc.)

Sharing responsibilities (chores, babysitting etc.)

giving each other presents, special things from the heart

talking about and respecting each others boundaries

public displays of affection

grooming in front of each other

wrestling or play fighting

texting/talking online

looking in each other’s eyes

complimenting each other

falling asleep over skype or chat

making faces at each other

sky watching

write poetry

inside jokes

respect each other

tell them how you feel about them

kiss and touch different parts of the body

get to know each other better (playing 20 questions)

go for a ride together

close your eyes and memorise each others faces with your fingers

walk arm in arm

make a playlist together

make up your own words or slang

go out to eat

list each other’s best features

bring your faces close without touching and feel each other breath

Go shopping together

throw a party or other event together

leave love notes

exercise together

exchange something meaningful

try to have a whole conversation with only eye contact and facial expressions

sit back to back and feel each other’s heart breat

learn their favorite food and make it

run errands together

look at photos together

take photos together

go people watch

have a staring contest

learn something new together

take turns leading each other on a nature walk blindfolded

get to know each others family and friends

draw or sculpt each other

paint each other’s bodies

play with kids together

practicing a skill together

sharing food

being in comfortable clothes together

waving goodbye

being comfortable with each other’s bodily functions

partner touching affectionately without asking

touching a partner affectionately without asking

partner touching affectionately in public

touching a partner affectionately in public

being partially undressed with parnter

being completely naked with a partner

direct eye contact

looking at genitals

talking about your or your partner’s body

any others you can think of?

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She looked so smug when she finally got my cock in her greedy mouth.

Her gaze, as she sucked, said “little girls always get what they want.”

I smiled down at her, knowing she would soon learn that they also got what they deserved.

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