Fallen

Shame washed over me as I walk in through the front door. The remnants of our night of passion lay on the table as evidence. Clothes were strewn about the room and a blanket lay on the couch where we coupled. You called. And kept calling me. I gave in and left my CYMERA_20140404_013819[1]home in the late hours of the night to go to you and bring you back here. Now, I am ashamed and broken by my betrayal. Betrayal of my promise to myself. I keep saying never again. Never again will I allow you to manipulate me this way. But I know in my soul, your warm, soft body will beckon to me again. And I will respond, willingly. Damn you, glazed doughnut.

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About Essplus

Amateur photographer. Writer. Foodie.

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