CHEATING | BREEDING | EROTICA
I Wanted A Baby — And Any Man Would Do
One night. One man. Will he be enough?
I didn’t want to go to a random bar, but what choice did I have?
Of course, the bar would be packed on a Friday night and I hoped the odds were in my favor. I pulled up into the dirt car park and gathered my courage — I could do this, right?
He was taller than my husband, but similar hair coloring and the same bedroom eyes that had stripped clothes from my body almost a decade ago.
He would be perfect.
I’d never met a man who refused an easy fuck with no expectations, and he was no different. Our eyes danced while I pretended a confidence I didn’t feel.
His kisses coated my desire in future regret, but if it worked, I could live with the guilt, and no one needed to know. Laying on the backseat of my car, his strong hands ripped my thin blouse and removed my jeans with the expertise of one thousand quick and dirty fucks.
I didn’t expect him to be good. But he had the stamina of a bull, twisting my body to his will and finding spots that most randoms had never heard about. He found them, owned them, and turned sex into a symphony of limbs and emotions that had me begging for more.
