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..."

"Thank you... I mean, no, thank you so much!" Lissa beams at him, unable to hide her genuine gratitude. Her expression turns pensive, however, as she adds, "My husband's never home to help me... or even notice what I make anymore." She trails off, gazing down at her worn slippers.

Shaking her head, trying to push the thought aside, Lissa says, "Don't mind me... I shouldn't complain when I have such lovely neighbors like you." She smiles softly up at User#1715844024241 before glancing back inside her home. "Well, I should get back to my baking," she says quietly, holding out the now-full plate.

Lissa looks downcast again, not sure what to say to that. "You're always so kind to me, User#1715844024241," she murmurs, handing back the butter. "I wish I could repay you somehow..."

There's a small pause before she continues hesitantly, "Perhaps we could spend more time together? You know, just talk and cook? I find it... comforting, having someone else around. Even if they aren't my husband," she adds with another sad smile.

Lissa looked up at him hopeful her eyes sparkled with tears as she didn't mean to show her true feelings of loneliness and depression she needed someone to care for her even though everyone knew about her terrible marriage and that Eric was cheating on her

A tiny glimmer of happiness lights up Lissa's eyes at his offer. "Really?" she asks, sounding genuinely surprised. "You don't have anything better to do than hang out with your lonely neighbor?" She pauses, tilting her head to the side. "Unless... you're saying that because you feel sorry for me?"

Lissa wanted so badly for him to say yes that her heart skipped a beat when he did. The thought of spending time with someone who cared, even if it was just her kind-hearted neighbor, filled her with warmth and hope. It had been so long since she felt this way, and the idea of having someone to talk to, laugh with, and maybe even take care of her... it was almost too much to believe. She couldn't help but blush brightly, her dark eyes shining as she gazed up at him, searching his face for any sign of insincerity. But all she saw was kindness, understanding... and perhaps something more. Something that made her want to lean closer, to see if she could feel his heartbeat against hers.

Her heart races in anticipation as they step inside, their shoulders grazing briefly as they navigate through the narrow hallway. Her lips part as she takes in the cozy living room, the comfortable furniture inviting them to sit down and relax. "Would you like some tea?" she asks softly, already making her way over to the small table in the corner. There is an ease between them now that feels natural, almost familiar. It's been so long since anyone has treated her with such gentleness and consideration.

A flush creeps up Lissa's neck as she hears his playful remark. "You're awful!" she giggles, reaching for a delicate teacup from the cupboard. The sound of china clinking against porcelain fills the air, and soon enough, two steaming cups of Earl Grey tea are placed before them on the table. As they each take a sip, she can feel the warmth spreading through her, not just from the tea but also from the growing sense of comfort and companionship that surrounds them. She finds herself hoping that this moment will last forever, or at least until her husband decides to come home.

As they continue to chat about their lives, their shared love of cooking, and even some of her favorite movies, Lissa feels a strange sensation unfolding within her. For the first time in what feels like years, she isn't simply existing; she's actually living, feeling, and enjoying every second. Her laughter is genuine, her smile real, and her body unconsciously inches closer to him as they talk, almost as if drawn by an invisible force. It's intoxicating, this newfound feeling of being wanted and appreciated for who she truly is, rather than what others expect her to be.

Lissa blushes deeply and averts her eyes when he asks her such a personal question. "I-I haven't... done that with Eric for a very long time," she whispers, struggling to find words. "He doesn't seem interested anymore." There's a heavy silence between them for several moments before she finally forces out another confession, her voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes I wonder if he'd leave me for one of his nurses..."

She glances back at him, searching his face for understanding or judgment, but finds only kindness there. It's almost too much to believe, this sense of safety and acceptance she feels with him. It makes her heart race and her cheeks burn with a strange mixture of shame and hope. She takes another sip of her tea, trying to gather her courage before continuing.

The question catches Lissa off guard, bringing a fresh wave of embarrassment over her. She swallows hard, looking down into her teacup as she tries to compose herself. "Yes, um... yes, I have," she says softly, still not meeting User#1715844024241's eyes. "It's been a while, though... since Eric and I were close like that." She pauses, struggling to find the words to express what she's feeling. "It's not that I don't want it anymore. I just don't know how to make him... interested in me again." There's a sharp ache in her chest as she admits this aloud, and she feels a tear trickle down her cheek despite her best efforts to hold back.

She looks up at User#171584402

Tears slip silently down her face as she ponders the weight of his question. Her heart races, conflicting desires warring within her. On one hand, the thought of finding comfort and fulfillment with someone who actually cared fills her with hope; on the other, she can't shake the guilt and fear of betraying her marriage vows. Finally, she speaks quietly, hesitantly. "I don't know..."

She takes a deep breath before answering, her voice quivering slightly. "You're right, of course. It's wrong to cheat... I shouldn't even be thinking about something like that." The words taste bitter in her mouth as she says them, knowing full well that her feelings for him are growing stronger by the minute. But still, she clings to her convictions, refusing to let herself give into temptation, no matter how much it might hurt.

Lissa wipes away her tears, sniffling softly. "I-I should probably get back to work... or at least try to find something else to do while Eric is gone. Th-thank you for listening, neighbor." She stands up, feeling awkward and out of place in her own home. As she makes her way toward the door, she can't help but wonder if this was a mistake; if she should have kept her thoughts and feelings to herself.

Lissa blushes deeply and averts her eyes when he asks such an intimate question. Her heart races uncontrollably, and she struggles to form coherent thoughts. A part of her wants nothing more than to say yes, to lose herself in the safety of his presence and feel the long-forgotten pleasure of being truly desired. But another part of her knows that this is wrong; cheating on her husband, even if he doesn't fulfill her needs anymore, goes against everything she believes in.

Her lips quiver as she tries to speak, but no words come out. In that moment, she wishes she could flee from the situation and escape into the comfort of her old life, free from temptation and guilt. But she can't, not until her husband comes back, and then who knows what will happen? The uncertainty weighs heavily upon her, and she feels torn between desire and loyalty

I-I'm... I don't know... it's so complicated... I-I shouldn't have said anything... I should just go... She turns around, unable to meet his gaze, and takes a shaky step toward the door before stopping. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself, and finally looks up at him. "I'm sorry... thank you again for everything... but maybe we should forget about this."

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she stares up at him, her eyes brimming with conflicting emotions. A part of her wants nothing more than to give in to this forbidden desire; another is screaming at her to run away, to save what little dignity she has left. She stands there, motionless and silent, unsure of how to respond to his intense declaration.

Oh god...I-I can't...not if it means hurting Eric...but I want you too... It's such a mess...I need time...to think...can we talk about something else?

Her lips quiver as he moves closer, his face tilted downward as if in contemplation. In the next moment, his warm, soft mouth presses against hers, sending a jolt of arousal through her entire body. His tongue dances along her lower lip before sliding past and into her mouth, teasing and exploring every crevice. As their kiss deepens, so does the ache between her legs; she moans into his mouth, unable to hold back the rising need that consumes her.

She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer still, feeling his hard length pressed against her stomach through the thin fabric of their clothes. Her mind whirls with desire, shame, and guilt, but none of it seems to matter when she's lost in this blissful haze of passion. As they stand there, locked together in their forbidden embrace, she wonders how far they

As Lissa yielded to the strengthening urge to reciprocate the kiss, her mind raced with conflicting emotions. She knew what she was doing was wrong on so many levels, yet the intense desire coursing through her made it impossible to deny the pleasure that came from being desired by someone else. With each brush of his lips against hers, each groan and moan he uttered, she found herself losing more of herself to the moment, unable to think about anything except the man who stood before her.

Her body arched against his as she felt the growing evidence of his arousal pressed against her, sending shards of long-forgotten desire shooting through her. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this, with such tenderness and desire, and as the kiss went on, she could feel the walls she had built around her heart beginning to crumble beneath the weight of his attention.

Gasping, her breath coming out in hot little puffs, she clings to him as their tongues dance and twist together. His scent fills her nostrils, driving her wild, making it hard for her to focus on anything but the desire coiling low in her belly. Her fingers tug at his hair, tangling in the soft strands as she lets out a soft moan into his mouth. She can feel herself growing wetter, needier with every passing second, and as they continue to kiss, lost in the moment, all thoughts of guilt and duty slip away, leaving only this exquisite pleasure in its wake.

The weight of his question pressed down on her heart as she tried to gather her scattered thoughts. "I... I don't know," she whispered against his lips before pulling back slightly to meet his gaze. "It feels so wrong, but... sometimes I think maybe we should just see where things go." She hesitated, searching for the right words to explain how deeply he affected her. "I never felt like this before, with anyone else..."

Her cheeks flushed as she spoke, and her hands trembled where they rested on his chest. It was both frightening and liberating to admit such feelings out loud, to acknowledge that she wanted more than just comfort and companionship. As their eyes locked together, she wondered if perhaps there was room for more between them, even if it meant crossing lines she had never considered crossing before.

Trembling with desire, Lissa gazes up at him helplessly. Despite her lingering doubts, the way he looks at her, the way he touches her, makes it impossible for her to resist. She parts her lips, eagerly accepting another deep, hungry kiss. Her hands dig into his hair as his tongue teases hers, igniting a fierce, primal need inside her. As they lose themselves in the sensation, she knows that she wants this - whatever 'this' is. With each passing second, she feels herself melting further into his embrace, giving in to the overwhelming urge to let go and enjoy the moment while it lasts.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she clings to him, relishing every caress and kiss. The sweet agony spreading through her body feels so right, so needed. For the first time in what seems like forever, she allows herself to completely abandon control, to indulge in the sensations coursing through her veins. As their kisses grow deeper and more urgent, she realizes with a start that she wants this - with him, for however long it lasts.

The weight of her decision presses down on her chest, making it difficult to breathe, but she pushes the thought aside. Right now, all that matters is the man before her, the way he makes her feel. She arches into him, grinding against his hardness, seeking release from the ache between her legs. With a gasp, her eyes squeezed shut, her lips part, waiting for the bliss

as his touch sends shockwaves of pleasure through her. It's a heady sensation, one that leaves her reeling and wanting more. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he continues to devour her mouth, the taste of him lingering on her tongue long after they pull apart for air. When he speaks again, his voice husky with desire, she knows there can be no going back.

"No... not yet..." she pants, shaking her head slightly. "I want to take my time with you."

Her heart races at the thought of having someone think about her in such an intimate way. As he speaks, her hand drifts upwards, cupping her breast through her thin cotton top. "You can look all you want," she whispers, breathless. The slightest brush of his fingertips against her flesh ignites a spark within her, and she finds herself arching into it eagerly, moaning his name.

His touch is electric, making her want to feel even more of him, to explore every inch of his body as he has explored hers. With trembling hands, she begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing toned abs and smooth skin beneath. Her fingers trail upwards, over his chest, relishing the heat that radiates from him. As she looks into his eyes, she sees the desire mirrored there, and she can tell they are both on the same page.

Lost in the haze of passion, Lissa cannot help but reciprocate his advances, tangling their limbs together as she hungrily devours his lips once more. Her free hand skims down his stomach, teasing at the waistband of his pants before slowly gliding lower... His gasp fuels her ardor, sending a jolt of adrenaline straight to her core. She bites her lip, uncertain yet exhilarated by this forbidden dance between them, relishing each new boundary they cross.

Her breath comes faster as she feels the warmth of his skin against her fingertips. With shaking hands, she undoes his pants, freeing his hard length. It throbs eagerly in her palm, demanding attention. Her heart races in anticipation of what is to come, her body aching for release as he moves closer still. He whispers

Her words get stuck in her throat as he guides his erection to her entrance, positioning himself perfectly. The head of him nudges against her tightness, and with one swift thrust, he buries himself deep inside her. Her back arches off the bed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as an intense wave of pleasure washes over her. He feels so good, filling her completely, possessing her in a way that nothing ever has before.

She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, feeling dazed and content. "Yes," she breathes out, "that's... perfect..." With every rock of his hips, he drives them both closer to oblivion. Their bodies slide together effortlessly, as if they were always meant to be this way. She moans his name, lost in the sensations coursing through her, too consumed by desire to think about anything else

I-I don't know... It's not something... I mean... with my husband...

Her words trail off, lost in the heat of their passion. She bites her lip, feeling shy but wanting more, wanting everything he can give her. His touch has ignited a flame within her, and she finds herself longing for the freedom of having her own desires sated. For the first time in years, she is truly alive beneath him, feeling alive when he moves against her like this. The thought of shutting down again, of going back to the dull existence she once led, fills her with an unbearable sense of loss.

Lissa gasps as he rolls her onto her stomach, her heart racing with anticipation. With one hand, he begins to slide her top up her body, exposing her breasts and the curve of her spine. Her breath catches in her throat at his touch, goosebumps rising on her skin as he continues to explore her exposed flesh. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, trembling with need as she feels his warm breath brush across her skin. She closes her eyes tightly, praying for release from this incredible ache between her legs.

Her mind swirls with conflicting emotions as she feels his fingers teasing at the waistband of her skirt. Part of her wants nothing more than to let go, to let him take control and pleasure her however he sees fit. Another part, smaller but no less insistent, reminds her of the vows she took and the promises she made. The choice seems impossibly difficult in the midst of their passion, but still she longs for the freedom to choose her own path.

Lissa shudders with desire, her muscles tense as she fights the urge to beg him to continue. She can't remember ever wanting anything so badly before, and it terrifies and thrills her all at once. He knows exactly how to make her feel alive, how to make her forget about everything except the intense pleasure coursing through her body. As he begins to move again, harder this time, she moans his name, arching her back into his touch. Her hips buck against him, seeking deeper contact, needing more.

With one last thrust, he buries himself fully inside her, and she cries out, lost to the ecstasy that overwhelms her senses. Their bodies slide together in perfect rhythm, and with each powerful stroke he drives them closer to the brink. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, clutching him tightly as wave after wave of pure

The weight of his question presses down on her heart; she wants to tell him yes, she does want this - him, his touch, his warmth filling her up. But guilt and duty hold her back, trapping her in the shadows where it's safe but cold. With a shaky breath, she whispers, "I-I don't know." The words taste bitter on her tongue, but they're all she can bring herself to say.

Tears streak down her cheeks as she confesses what she truly desires. "I... I want it all. Oral, anal, everything you'd like to do..." Her voice trembles with fear, with desire, and most of all, with uncertainty about how he feels about her. "But first," she adds, her lips curving into a small smile despite herself, "please make love to me properly."

Her heart races as he gazes at her intently, his expression a mix of surprise and tenderness. His rough hands cup her face, tilting it up until their eyes meet. "You are so beautiful," he whispers, before lowering his head and capturing her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. His tongue dances against hers, sending shivers through her entire body. She can feel the weight of his desire for her, pressing him against her, but it doesn't feel overwhelming or possessive. It's almost... comforting.

Shivering with anticipation, Lissa closes her eyes, surrendering to the sensations that wash over her. She feels deliciously helpless beneath his skilled touch, each brush of his lips sending sparks dancing across her skin. His hot breath fanning her neck sends shivers down her spine, leaving her aching for more. The gentle caresses and soft words he murmurs to her make it impossible not to melt into his embrace, letting go of all inhibitions as she allows herself to be taken on this intoxicating journey of pleasure.

"Mmm, that feels wonderful..." she sighs, arching her back slightly, offering him more access to her breasts and the sensitive skin between them. Her hands slide up his chest, clutching at his shoulders, desperate for some sort of anchor in this haze of desire. With every passing second, every tender kiss and gentle touch

Her body trembles with need as he continues to kiss her, moving lower and lower over her curves. Each spot he covers with his lips, his tongue causes another sharp intake of breath. "Oh, God," she gasps, her fingers digging into his shoulders harder. When he finally reaches her inner thighs, she spreads them wider, inviting him closer still. The sensation of his breath against her most intimate flesh makes her moan loudly.

"Please... I want..." She pauses, unable to find the right words. She's never had to ask for anything like this before; all she knows is how it feels when he touches her there, and she longs for more of that pure bliss. He looks up at her expectantly, his dark eyes filled with tenderness and desire. It takes everything inside of her not to melt completely under their intense gaze.

Finally, she

I-I want... More of this. His touch, his kisses. Please, give me everything you can. She shivers as his breath teases along her sensitive flesh once more, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck up, seeking frantic contact with his lips, needing him to claim her fully. As his tongue finally glides over her swollen clit, she cries out in delight, arching off the bed and trembling violently beneath his expert ministrations. She grips his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as she is consumed by an intense, all-encompassing orgasm.

Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as she quakes beneath him, overwhelmed by waves of release that seem to last forever. When at last she subsides, her entire being feels sated and limp,

Trembling with desire and exhaustion, Lissa gasps as he positions himself at her entrance. Her thighs quiver around his hips, urging him deeper even as she hesitates. She bites her lip, trying to find the words to express how much she wants this, how much she needs him inside her. "Your... your cock," she whispers hoarsely, hardly able to believe what she's saying even as the words tumble out. "I want you to fuck me with that huge thing." As he pushes slowly inside her, she arches her back, crying out in relief and pain. It feels so good to finally have him filling her up, claiming her in a way that nothing else ever has. The sensation of his thick length stretching her tightness sends shockwaves through her body, making every nerve end tingle with anticipation.

Her hands claw at