A/N: ** denotes flash back.
Warnings: Two women in love. If that bothers you, grow up. One use of
strong language.
I know it's wrong. It goes against all my principles. I have certain standards when it comes to taking lovers, rules I try not to break for the sake of all concerned. My new lover though, breaks pretty much every rule I have.
**She pushes me back against the wall gently, but in a way that wont take no for an answer. It doesn't matter; I have no intention of refusing the goddess in front of me. Kisses fall gently like summer rain over my face.**
The fact she's a woman is of no consequence. Love is love, no matter the sex of the people involved. My liberal up-bringing caused me some problems, but at least it left me with no prejudices.
**My hands are roaming over her curves, revelling in her femininity. She reciprocates and I moan softly.**
The thing I have a problem with is that she's married. Her husband, the man she swore to be faithful to, until death do them part, has no idea she's cheating on him. With a woman, no less. She says Eddie's cheating too, says she's only staying with him for Lyndsey's sake, but that doesn't make what we're doing any less wrong in my mind.
**Clothes fall in a pile on the bedroom floor. Her kisses are more urgent now.**
That's the other problem. She has a daughter. Not a problem in itself, I suppose, but it means there is someone else's life I'm going to fuck up if we're caught.
**We fall back on the bed, hands and fingers and lips everywhere.**
And it's inevitable that we will be. We've had too many close calls already, springing apart guiltily as Lynds comes into the room unexpectedly, or me slipping out the back door as Eddie walks in the front door.
**She shudders underneath me and I call her name as quietly as I can as my frantic movements still.**
But I push these uncomfortable thoughts to the back of my mind and as Eddie's car pulls off the driveway, I walk up to her front door. She is there to greet me, and I know that however wrong this is, I need her as much as I need the air that I breathe.
I know it's wrong. It goes against all my principles. I have certain standards when it comes to taking lovers, rules I try not to break for the sake of all concerned. My new lover though, breaks pretty much every rule I have.
**She pushes me back against the wall gently, but in a way that wont take no for an answer. It doesn't matter; I have no intention of refusing the goddess in front of me. Kisses fall gently like summer rain over my face.**
The fact she's a woman is of no consequence. Love is love, no matter the sex of the people involved. My liberal up-bringing caused me some problems, but at least it left me with no prejudices.
**My hands are roaming over her curves, revelling in her femininity. She reciprocates and I moan softly.**
The thing I have a problem with is that she's married. Her husband, the man she swore to be faithful to, until death do them part, has no idea she's cheating on him. With a woman, no less. She says Eddie's cheating too, says she's only staying with him for Lyndsey's sake, but that doesn't make what we're doing any less wrong in my mind.
**Clothes fall in a pile on the bedroom floor. Her kisses are more urgent now.**
That's the other problem. She has a daughter. Not a problem in itself, I suppose, but it means there is someone else's life I'm going to fuck up if we're caught.
**We fall back on the bed, hands and fingers and lips everywhere.**
And it's inevitable that we will be. We've had too many close calls already, springing apart guiltily as Lynds comes into the room unexpectedly, or me slipping out the back door as Eddie walks in the front door.
**She shudders underneath me and I call her name as quietly as I can as my frantic movements still.**
But I push these uncomfortable thoughts to the back of my mind and as Eddie's car pulls off the driveway, I walk up to her front door. She is there to greet me, and I know that however wrong this is, I need her as much as I need the air that I breathe.