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The point of no return.

Author: Calliee
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-19 23:03:14

GLORIA

I don’t know what came over me when I got back home. Maybe it was the silence of the house, maybe it was the fact that my knees were still weak from him, but I couldn’t stop giggling.

Like some schoolgirl with a dirty secret, I sat on the edge of my bed and laughed until tears blurred my eyes.

I had prayed. God knows I had prayed. Every night, begging for strength, for patience, for my husband to notice me, to touch me, to love me like a woman deserved. And every night I went to bed untouched, starving, curling my legs tight just to quiet the ache.

Tonight I didn’t even bother. My Bible still sat on the nightstand, untouched. I was done asking for strength. I was done kneeling, done crying.

At this point? I didn’t care if temptation overcame me. Hell, I wanted it to. I was tired. I had tried enough.

And now… I had found someone who wanted me. Really wanted me. He made me feel it with every look, every word, every filthy touch.

I pressed my palm between my thighs, getting wet th
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