Forbidden Affairs
Talia woke with sore thighs and the scent of another man still between her legs. Her husband was gone, already dressed and halfway through his morning routine. She could hear his muffled voice from the bathroom, speaking into a Bluetooth headset, likely confirming another deal, another investor, another distraction from the hollow marriage they pretended still held meaning. The sun streamed through the curtains, catching the sheen of sweat still on her skin. She pressed her legs together and bit her lip. It wasn’t guilt that curled inside her. It was hunger. Residual. Insatiable. Still burning.