I met this married woman a few days ago at a bar. Our reunion took place in a quiet, deserted corner of the street; perhaps because of her anticipation, she arrived earlier than agreed. We had lunch together, and then naturally headed to a restaurant. Shedding her daytime attire, her skin was soft and warm, carrying a sweet perfume that could burn away all rationality. As our fingers intertwined, a sense of transgression overwhelmed me. Only the pounding of my own heart reminded me that this was an affair detached from reality. Then, a period of intense pleasure officially began.
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