My heart thought, I’ve had what you desire. I’ve tasted his tongue and wrapped myself around his body. I’ve felt the rhythmic pulse of his erection against me, and I’ve wanted more ever since, wanted it so badly I shook from the need of it. And I still want it, still envision it, still crave it. And none of this was supposed to happen, and I can’t talk to you about it, and I’m sorry for stealing him from you, if only briefly. Please. Forgive me.
