I press my palms to my ears attempting to block the deafening noises in my head. They keep screaming your name and I don't know how to make them stop.

Sitting alone in the silent room, the walls close up on me as I struggle to deny the obvious need in my body. My eyes fall on the picture wall, my smiling face staring back at me from a framed photograph. I notice my husband's arms wrapped around my waist and the evident happiness on our faces. However, my mind refuses to remember the promises I made to him, it keeps wandering back to you.

My heart is restless as I sink to the couch, my emotions sinking with me. I close my eyes with a new determination and promise myself to keep these ridiculous thoughts at bay before I do something stupid and reckless.

The doorbell rings, a welcome distraction to help me with my resolve. I brush the crinkles off my cotton summer dress and pull the door open.

My heart skips a beat to unexpectedly find you standing at the door. The universe is playing tricks on me. Why else would it send you to my door when I am overflowing with my need for you?

"Why aren't you answering my calls?" you snap. You look tense, your eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed tightly with annoyance.

"There is nothing left to talk about, I am married and so are you." My eyes beg you to leave.

"You can't just stop taking my calls like that, my dear," your voice softens with concern.

"I don't know what else to do," I close my eyes, trying to hide the anguish in them.

"You know I care for you, don't you?" you ask, grabbing both my arms tightly, and stepping inside my house.

"Stop caring for me. That makes me feel things I shouldn't." The sharp tone of my voice surprises us both.

You take your hands away immediately and step back. I notice the hurt in your eyes. The muscles in your face tighten, showing the struggle you're going through. Running your fingers through your thick blonde hair, you take a deep breath.

"I just want you to be okay. Can you promise me just that?"

"I am not okay," I whisper, looking at my feet. "No matter how hard I try, I can't get enough of you. Nothing gives me the serotonin rush anymore. I keep waiting for this feeling to pass, like a phase. But it gets deeper and deeper."

My eyes dive into yours, wondering if you share the sentiment.

"Will you let me in, please? I just want to sit with you until you feel better." You sigh.

With a small nod, I lead you to the living room and we sit on the sofa together.

You and I have never been intimate. At least, the kind of physical intimacy that the world understands. Being alone in a room with you feels strange and new.

However, we do share a deeper intimacy that is impossible to put into words. Over the last few months, you have become my closest confidant and my support system. We felt an instant connection, the kind where you could complete my sentences and sense my feelings even when you weren't around me physically.

After a while, it was pointless to pretend that it was just a platonic relationship when we were undeniably drawn to each other. An attraction that defied logic started reflecting in our dialogues, and casual conversations turned into steamy messages and innuendos. Last night, the guilt of having such confusing feelings for another man got the best of me and I stopped responding to your messages and answering your calls.

I never imagined you would come over to check up on me. I feel secretly elated, but confused and sinful at the same time.

The sun shines through the French windows, golden streaks glistening on your sleek blonde hair. They make your eyes sparkle more than usual, expressing an eagerness but also deep distress. I can barely stop myself from pulling you in a tight hug and making all your worries go away.

My strong, composed exterior is slipping away as the vulnerability seeps in. Lately, you've offered a safe space where I feel comfortable being exposed. Being strong can get exhausting at times and I am frequently drawn to you and your safe space.

Looking at you, I notice your guards are down as well; you are unarmed for the first time in front of me. The faith we have in each other makes my heart melt.

"I am sorry! You must have been worried to have shown up at my doorstep in the middle of the day." I say.

"Don't be sorry, I understand why you did what you did." You run your fingers through my dark hair and tug at my chin, pulling me close slightly. I dive into your eyes, while they try to explore mine.

The sane voices in my head seem to slowly fade away as my silly, needy heart takes over. I can't help the growing desire in my body; it pulls me to you like a moth to a flame. Those last few inches between our lips are monumental. We both know that there is no coming back after that. After that first kiss, it will be impossible to behave.

My palm, pressed firmly to your chest, can feel your heart thumping wildly. Your proximity is driving me insane, electric excitement running through my nerves. I can feel your breath on my face, warm and fuzzy.

You finally cross the threshold, and our lips touch for the first time. Just a soft caress that feels like a mind-numbing sensation. I close my eyes and part my lips, inviting you in. Your lips kiss mine lightly, yet, it sucks the air out of my lungs. You gradually slip your tongue inside my mouth, making me moan, sending shivers across my skin.

Our hands pull closer, and we kiss like the world is ending. It feels like a long-lost part of me, abandoned and misplaced, is found with the kiss. It makes me whole again, giving me a joy I had never experienced. The guilt and remorse strip away as we embrace the obvious attraction between us. The power of our deep connection overwhelmingly intensifies the feeling of that kiss, such that I have to peel myself away to breathe.

Panting like I just ran a marathon, I rest my hands on your shoulders. Every cell in my body is screaming to pull you in and finish that earth-shattering kiss, to explore your lips and every other part of your gorgeous body and soul. Yet at the same time, my mind is inundated with guilt.

I push you away, trying to run away from what just happened. I stop near the windows, observing the dark clouds floating toward the city. The overcast reflects on my feelings instantly. How could I let that happen? I desperately need to start thinking straight but now that I have tasted you, you're impossible to resist.

"You can run away from me, but not from what you feel." You stand right behind me and whisper, your breath tickling my neck.

Wondering how one runs away from what's inside them, I watch the heavy clouds drifting towards us, casting a gray shadow over the city. Perhaps that's what you are to me – a big grey area in my otherwise perfect black-and-white life.

"How do you know what I feel?" I ask. Your faint reflection on the glass window shows your burning eyes.

"Your body is a worse liar than you are," you answer.

The endless need in my core jolts back with an intensity that blinds my soul. Overpowered by passion, I turn around and crash into your arms. You pull me close and the blaring sirens in my mind fade away. Your strong shoulders envelop my body and I feel safe and protected in them. In your arms, I find a hidden world of our own; sinful, tempting, and satisfying.

In the background, the clouds burst and soak the city, washing off my inhibitions with them. You push me against the window and dive into that space behind my hair, biting my right shoulder, and making me moan loudly. The passion sets all our worries on fire and I lose myself in you. My mind solely comprehends your touch and the effect they are having on me. Every touch and caress feels accelerated and heightened.

I have absolutely no reason to be unfaithful, there is nothing wrong in my marriage but this...this feels so fucking good. The adultery has rubbed off on me and now I'm slathered in your essence. I am not yours and will never be. But a part of my heart beats for you now. I know very well that you're not mine to keep, treasure, and worship as you deserve. I will, however, gladly settle to be your favorite distraction, imprinting on the dark and hidden part of your soul. I will haunt your mind, make you smile and gasp when your mind wanders on that train ride home or on those long showers you get to enjoy occasionally.

Your name touches my lips at the same moment as yours touch my belly. The butterflies in my tummy flutter and send ripples even before you've kissed my bare skin. The pouring clouds in the sky rumble louder as I rest my knee rest over your shoulders and your head dips under the dress, nestled between my thighs.

Your warm, supple tongue runs up my thighs and your fingers reach out for my thong, tracing my lips through the fabric. Your index finger exerts a slight pressure as my dripping need soaks through the fabric. My thong is brushed aside and you nibble my lips, making me push my hips forward. Grabbing my ass cheeks, you pull me close; and your eager tongue licks my folds, taunting the pleasures that my body craves.

I can feel your thirst for my pussy, my body heat matching yours. My fingers grab your hair as your tongue worships my aching pussy, hungrily sucking my intimate lips. Everything around me is blurred when you take my swollen clit in your mouth.

My back rests on the window as an otherworldly sensation starts building inside, making my legs quiver. My head rolls back and hit the cold glass and wanton screams of pleasure escape my lips. An incredible orgasm rippled through my body, numbing my skin with a surge of electricity. I push your head back unable to take the glorious assault any longer as your tongue laps my juices flowing freely. Panting and gasping for air, my body collapses in your arms.

"That was unbelievable!" I manage to say.

Kissing my head softly, you let me rest in your embrace just for a few seconds before your arms grab my body with a strange eagerness. Your hard arousal grinds against me as you enter my mouth, kissing me passionately.

The roaring thunderclouds provide the perfect symphony for our tryst, as the deep, sensual kiss clouds my senses.

Even though we are set ablaze for each other, we hesitate; unsure of where to go from here. Until your cock has entered my pussy, stretching my walls and filling me in, have we truly been unfaithful to our partners? None of this is alright, I know I am being delusional. My head hurts with the million questions that I don't have answers to.

I look back at you, and the need on your face grows until your eyes are fiery revealing all the hidden fantasies that you want to fulfill with me. We both know nothing is stopping us from unleashing our deepest desires and living them to the fullest on this stormy night.