Submissions by binda

You tell yourself it’s the last time as his lips release your breast with a smacking pop. Every time you leave his place with his come dripping down your thighs you tell yourself it’s over. You tell yourself no more late night conversations outlining your desire for each other, describing the how and the where but always waiting for the when. Waiting for the when when he can steal time away for the two of you; hours smuggled and hidden away like precious gems. After all, he’s a borrowed man and you know that he’ll be with her before the taste of him can fade from your lips. You tell yourself...