confession
...ou but that's not why it happened. Not for me, anyway. The alcohol coursing through my veins was nothing compared to the lust coursing through the same. I was drunk on your skin. I was drunk on your scent. And you kept wanting more. I loved the way your pussy gripped my fingers, the way your hands tangled in my hair, the way I could feel you rise and fall as you breathed hard. The next morning, we both acted like it was the alcohol. The truth is, I would do it again and again and again. Even though I have a boyfriend. I can't forget what it felt like to be inside you. I want more. am married and have a pretty good sex life. I always surfed porn at work but in the last couple of years I got kinda addicted. I realized my fetish was for facials, something I could never ask my wife to do. I got so addicted to it, that I eventually sought out hookers....