Forbidden Desires(Short Erotica Stories)
Not once, not from my fingers, not from toys, not even during sex.
I have read every article, watched videos, bought books , nothing worked, It was like something in me was broken.
But I was pathetically wet for a stranger I’d never spoken to.
The day it happened was no different than the others, except I’d reached my limit.
My husband had canceled dinner. Again.
I lit candles. I played soft jazz. I wore lingerie that still had the tags on.
He didn’t even text.
So when I heard the moans again from next door, not just soft ones, but desperate, raw cries, I broke. Something inside me snapped.