It started innocently enough last winter, when the snow kept piling up and the whole building felt isolated from the world. I was 27, recently divorced, living alone in my quiet apartment. Across the hall lived Ethan—mid-30s, married, with a deep voice and a smile that always lingered a little too long when we passed each other in the elevator. His wife traveled a lot for work, and on those long, cold nights, I’d hear him moving around alone, just like me.
I'm a mature woman with a passion for giving pleasure, and I'm about to take you on a journey that will leave you breathless. My lips are moist, my heart is racing, and I'm ready to indulge in a night of unbridled passion.
I'm sitting here, my heart racing, my breaths coming in short gasps, as I think about the way he's going to fuck me. I can feel my pussy dripping with anticipation, my cunt throbbing with need. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I just can't help myself.