It Started With A Nude: A Forbidden Night With My Boss.
Best Writeshe calls me his wife but we're not marriedstop calling me missi can still hear his voice
I sat there, naked, humiliated, and burning with enough shame to carry me through the rest of the year.
I sat there a moment too long, and suddenly, something in me went reckless.
I picked up my phone, angled it, and took some pictures...
Legs spread, spine curved, fingers trailing where his mouth should have been.
I took a second picture with my back arched, thighs parted, and one hand grazing my inner thigh.
I took one with my lip caught between my teeth, my eyes half-closed, and my fingers twisted in my own hair like I was already coming undone.