This picture reminds me. On my knees in the hallway, the light from the door. I remember those days, another lifetime ago. Frantic fucks in the hallway. Secret meetings and late nights in the back room of his work. I was always ready, willing, and waiting for him. He took me anywhere, often. It was an insane heaven.

I still remember the first time I fucked him. I had spent the night on his couch. He had resisted fucking me, holding back that last piece of fidelity as if it mattered. The numerous orgasms we had given each other were already enough to identify him as a lowlife cheater and me as the dirty homewrecking slut. But he crawled to my side that morning and reached under the blankets his wife gave me to sleep under the night before.

He kissed and caressed each other for a long time until we adjusted so that I was on top of him. I knew she was in class and would not be home for a few more hours. I knew this because waking up on their couch on Saturdays was a natural occurrence. The pillows and blankets I slept on, were kept in a special place for me. I was a friend, practically a part of their family now. Kissing him hard and pushing his briefs down, first with my hands, then my feet. Laying on him, our sex was naked and touching for the first time. My 19 year old pussy was hungry for him, to prove to him that I was what he wanted. Sliding forward, and then back, his cock entered me- finally. My head threw back and I groaned as his big cock filled me.

I fucked him slowly. Sliding up and down on him as I stared into his eyes. It was one of those moments that, for good or bad, changed my life. I had crossed the line and I identified myself as one of those girls. I didn’t care though. I was whatever he wanted me to be. This was going to change everything. My sex appeal was all I had to offer, and I suppose even then, I knew it. I was already imagining a lifetime together. I was not fucking him, I was planning my future. Claiming my true love and marking him, making him mine, finally.

His voice shaking and he told me he was going to cum. He gripped my hips hard and thrust upwards into me, countering and slamming down- taking in his thick cock and savoring each thrust, feeling victorious in my conquest. We were both dripping in sweat and gasping for air. I did not cum, but he still took my breath away.

In our haze, we almost did not hear the key go in the door. Frantic, I jumped off of him and ran to the bathroom and he ran to his room as the front door opened. I stood, leaning into the doorway to hear what was going on. When it seemed safe, I turned on the shower and jumped in. Cleaning the sin off of my body, my heart full, confident- and completely oblivious the reality I just created for myself.