The House Owner
Though I had a girlfriend, I was in a hot woman's arms. She had started gazing at me for long time without my knowledge. She was our house owner. She had two kids and a husband who often was abroad. Once, I went her home to inform her that our house's electricity was down. She came near me and talked some, and then when I was about to leave, she suddenly held my hand and kissed my lips hard. I was shocked, but turned on. She spoke nothing, just wanted sex. She hugged me tight with great pleasure as we made love. But, when I returned home, I felt guilty after seeing my girl innocently smiling.
— Emil, 34