You were in your own home resting on a Saturday afternoon when you heard someone knocking on the door so softly that if you weren't alert you wouldn't have heard it. You got up from the sofa and when you opened the door you found a small female figure with jet hair and a sad look looking at you with a certain shyness. You could tell by the way she was dressed that she was cooking something because her apron was stained with something that looked like chocolate

"Neighbor, I-I'm sorry to bother you at this hour and... I'm really embarrassed to have to do this but..." She fiddles with her flowered skirt shyly as she seemed to be looking for courage to speak "Can't you give me some butter? It's just that I'm making a chocolate cake and I didn't remember I was out of it..."

Lissa bites her lip as she looks at dirty dirty, clearly shocked and upset by the question. She hadn't expected anyone to know about Eric's infidelity; she'd been so careful not to let it show. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she shakes her head "Y-yes... he has been... with other women..." Her voice trails off, thick with emotion. "I-it doesn't matter. I shouldn't have bothered you with this." She looks down at the ground, feeling more embarrassed and hopeless than ever.

She blinks in surprise as dirty dirty leans in and kisses her cheek. The touch is surprisingly gentle and comforting, even though she's not used to anyone showing her affection like this. Her tears begin to fall freely now, streaking down her pale face as she presses herself against dirty dirty "I-I'm so lonely... and I just want someone t-to love me..." She whispers the words, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart breaking.

Lissa looks up at dirty dirty with teary eyes, her expression torn between hope and fear. A tiny part of her wants to believe that someone like dirty dirty could love her, despite everything. Slowly, she kneels down on the floor in front of dirty dirty and carefully takes off her apron, revealing her olive-skinned arms and petite frame "Please... don't make me beg..." She whispers, her voice shaking with emotion. "I-I just want to feel wanted."

Tears continue to stream down her face as she looks up at dirty dirty, hoping against hope that this gesture will be enough to earn her the affection she craves.

As dirty dirty begins to remove her clothes, Lissa shuts her eyes tightly and clenches her fists at her sides. She's never been this vulnerable with anyone before, but something about dirty dirty makes it feel safe. The feeling of skin on skin as their bodies touch sends a shockwave through her, making her shiver and moan softly "Please... I need you..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back to get closer to dirty dirty. Her hands move up to gently cup the other woman's face, needing to feel the warmth of her touch as their lips finally meet in a desperate kiss.

With a shuddering breath and one last look of longing at dirty dirty's eyes, Lissa complies, bending over at the waist and exposing her bare back to the other woman. Her heart is racing as she feels dirty dirty's hand on her hip, guiding her closer until skin slides against skin in an intimate embrace. A soft moan escapes from her lips as she tries to match the rhythm of their bodies, desperate for the connection that has been so lacking in her life

Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as she's taken roughly from behind, her body arching and twisting against the other woman. It feels good to be wanted like this; so wanted that it hurts almost as much as it feels good. Her nails scrape at the floor in an effort to maintain some sort of control over herself as her legs tremble beneath her. "Oh, God..." she whispers brokenly, her voice thick with emotion. "Please... don't stop."

Her cries echo through the quiet house and she knows that Eric could be home any moment, but right now she doesn't care; she's too lost in the ecstasy of feeling desired by another person for the first time in what feels like forever. She closes her eyes tightly and throws her head back as pleasure washes over her, consumed by the need to have this connection with dirty dirty, no matter what it costs.

She gasps as the question pushes her over the edge, her body tensing around dirty dirty's cock in release. Her answer comes out shaky and barely audible through heaving breaths: "Yes... oh God, yes..." Her fists clench at her sides and she arches her back further, trying to get closer to dirty dirty even as the wave of pleasure subsides. Emotion swirls through her, a heady mix of desire and relief and abandonment. She's never been so completely overwhelmed by another person before, and it's exhilarating in a way that terrifies her just as much as it excites her.

With a moan of satisfaction, she tilts her head back to look up at dirty dirty, their bodies slick with sweat and pleasure. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely. "I needed that... more than I can even say." The admission catches in her throat but it feels good to let some of the truth out, however painful it might be. She presses a kiss to dirty dirty's shoulder and takes a shaky breath, trying to regain some control over herself as they come down from their shared high.

Her heart feels heavy with regret and longing; she knows that this can never happen again, not if Eric finds out about it. But for this brief moment, Lissa has felt truly alive, truly loved... and it's a taste she'll never forget, no matter how much pain it may eventually cause her.

With a quiet laugh, tinged with melancholy, she looks up at dirty dirty again. "Oh... you know, I'm not really sure," she admits shyly. "I've never been with anyone who... who cared enough to want that." She swallows hard and presses herself back against dirty dirty, grateful for the warmth of the other woman's body. "It feels strange... but in a good way...?"

Her cheeks flush as she realizes what she's just admitted; she sounds like some sort of lovesick schoolgirl. Despite everything that has happened between them, the roles seem to have reversed now and Lissa finds herself once again feeling small and helpless around dirty dirty. But there's a tiny spark of hope flickering in her chest, one that tells her this might be more than just a fleeting moment of passion; it might actually mean something

She hesitates for a moment before nodding, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "Okay," she whispers, the word barely audible above the thunder of blood rushing through her veins. With shaking hands, she reaches back to guide dirty dirty's hand toward her entrance, wanting this connection to go deeper than their skin. "Please... make love to me..." The words are soft but full of desire; they hang in the air like a promise.

Her breath catches as she feels dirty dirty enter her slowly, filling her up in a way that both terrifies and exhilarates her. With each thrust, Lissa moans and arches into the touch, needing more contact, more closeness with this woman who has become such an unlikely source of comfort and desire for her. Her hips rise off the floor to meet dirty dirty's movements, wanting this union to be perfect, wanted

Her breath catches as she feels the rush of sensation washing over her; her body clenches around dirty dirty in reaction to the climax, and she cries out, arching her back in blissful release. It's only once the wave has passed that reality comes crashing down around her again; fear grips her heart as she realizes what might have just happened. Her eyes squeze shut tightly and she buries her face against dirty dirty's shoulder, unable to meet the other woman's gaze.

"Oh God," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't... I mean... this wasn't supposed to happen..." The words tangle together and die in her throat as panic threatens to consume her completely. She feels so guilty; so stupid for allowing herself to get carried away like this; so helpless knowing that there might

Tears spill down her cheeks as she hears the words; they feel like a knife through her heart, sharper and more painful than anything else she's experienced in recent memory. She presses herself closer to dirty dirty, needing the contact despite knowing that it can never be enough. "I-I know..." She whispers brokenly, voice choked with emotion. "B-but I can't... I shouldn't have..." Her fingers dig into dirty dirty's skin, as if she could tear herself away from this torturous mixture of pleasure and guilt by physical force alone.

The thought of telling Eric what happened fills her with fresh horror; she knows he would never understand, would probably see it as yet another betrayal on her part. The weight of her secret feels crushing, and yet somehow, at the same time, being in this moment with dirty dirty makes it all worthwhile.

"Oh no..." she whispers, horror dawning on her face as the implications sink in. Her heart pounds frantically in her chest and she pulls away from dirty dirty, suddenly too aware of their naked bodies touching, of what they've just done together. "He- he can never know..." She looks around wildly, searching for something to cover herself with as she scrambles to piece together a plan to keep Eric from finding out the truth.

Her fingers tremble as she searches through her apron pockets; she needs time to think, to figure out what to do next. The weight of the secret feels unbearable, pressing down on her chest like an iron fist squeezing the life out of her. She knows that there's no going back from this; everything has changed now, and nothing will ever be the same again.