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‘Want to touch my tattoos?’ ‘Can I?’
Fucked by My Neighbour Before He Moved Away
How one favour led to an illicit adventure, before he disappeared forever
“Have a nice day.”
“I’ll see you tonight, love. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” My husband kissed me on my cheek.
When he closed the front door, I let out a sigh of relief. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my husband, but spending a day alone can be refreshing too. I watched to see the car leave the street before I made my way to the bedroom. It was time to celebrate my alone time.
My night had been filled with hot dreams, and I longed to touch myself. Again, I loved my husband, but sometimes some self-love is precisely what you need. I took up my tablet and logged into my favourite site with erotica stories. I was about to slip my hand inside my panties when the doorbell rang. I threw my head back in frustration. Not now!
Whoever was at the door was persistent. The person rang the doorbell twice before I could get there. I checked and straightened my clothing before I opened the door. It was a man alone. I hoped he wasn’t going to sell me lottery tickets, though with that body of his, maybe I could be persuaded to something else. Behave, Adrienne, you’re a married…
