I walk into the room, closing the door with that naughty smile. The ring is still on my finger. I don't take it off, letting it shine just so you don't forget that I have to go back to him soon. There in the motel room, I surrender myself to you, crazy and filled with a desire he can never take away from me. I kiss your mouth as if it were the last kiss, and I want to feel your taste run down my throat more than once. You press my face against the wall and kiss the back of my neck, your hands on my waist, pulling me against that bulge that's exploding inside your pants. But what drives you crazy is the idea that I'll come home later. That I'll lie next to him with your scent on my skin, in my mouth... You don't want to be the husband. You want to be in my mind, while I make love to him, remembering that you were inside me earlier too. Today I want you to make me so crazy with desire that my only option will be to give it to him thinking about you. Call me. #If you enjoy erotic writing, subscribe to my FanClub to read more.