Lovely..
Messy..
I felt so used up after last night’s encounter, maybe that’s to be expected
I was waiting for you to show up, and my patience was rejected
Reflected, instead
In those glassy eyes which held me
Fuck, his stare was irrestistible
The scent of your perfumed neck be damned
I still felt you on my skin as his spit slicked my sin, I
Couldn’t help but let him in after an acrid gulp of gin
His words wove needlepoint promises upon my spine
Which weak and battered found me inclined
To risk the us we built so hard to shelter
I faltered
Again to think of your sparkling eyes
Now rife with tears and dripping incandescent down your soft cheek
You contrasted the rough of his fist when he claimed me
I turned away and thought of your lips
As his lust ripped through my groin and drove us.. further apart
Your lovely curves began to fade behind my lids
My house of cards needed only a stinking breath to topple
And
If I only knew you saw us
Maybe I wouldn’t have come home tonight
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hd4qm2/i_felt_so_used_am_prose_cheating