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Five days have passed since we moved into Tom’s apartment.
The first night was intense and full of emotions. The following ones… have simply started to feel more natural. Tom has made it his mission to make me feel like a queen. He’s been my constant support, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
Every morning I wake up with Tom’s body pressed against mine. His arm wrapped around my waist, his breath on the back of my neck, and almost always, his morning erection pressing against my ass. Because of that last part, I usually end up moaning his name before the first hour of the day is over.
This morning was no exception.
Tom had me face down, my face buried in the pillow while he fucked me with deep, slow thrusts. Every time he bottomed out, I let out a muffled moan. My body already knew his rhythm perfectly.
“Just like that… harder…” I begged with a broken voice.
He obeyed. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting harder, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. My fingers gripped the sheets as I felt another orgasm approaching fast.
“You’re such a slut when you get like this…” he growled against my ear, picking up the pace.
I came hard, clenching around his cock and trembling beneath him. Seconds later, Tom buried himself to the hilt and came, filling me with his hot cum as he let out a deep groan.
We collapsed exhausted. I turned around and curled up against his chest, still feeling his semen leaking between my legs.
“I want you more every day,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “This feels more and more right.”
I smiled weakly but didn’t answer.
Because even though the pleasure is real and keeps getting more intense… the guilt hasn’t gone away.
I think about my daughter a lot. I wonder how she’s doing alone at home, if she’s eating well, if work is overwhelming her. I’ve had to stop myself several times from texting her. I promised her space, and I intend to keep that promise, even if it hurts.
Tom got up to make breakfast while I stayed in bed a little longer, staring at the ceiling. I ran my hand over my belly, still sensitive, and lowered it to my swollen, wet pussy. It was impossible to deny how much I enjoyed this.
Being a woman. Being fucked. Being desired by him. I loved it… but I couldn’t stop thinking that I was living a life that wasn’t mine.
I got up, put on one of his oversized t-shirts (which felt big and comfortable on me), and went to the kitchen. Tom was making eggs and coffee, wearing only boxers. Seeing him like that still gave me a warm feeling in my chest and the confidence to express what I was feeling.
“Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?” I asked suddenly, leaning on the counter.
Tom turned around and looked at me tenderly.
“With time… maybe. But you can’t keep punishing yourself for something you didn’t choose. The Great Shift happened. You didn’t ask for this.”
“I know,” I sighed. “But I still took everything from her. What kind of father does that? I’m living her life.”
He walked over and hugged me tightly. Looking me in the eyes, he said:
“Enjoy this while you can,” he said softly. “Because as bad as it sounds… I don’t want this to end. I fell in love with you, not the body. Even though this body drives me crazy.”
He turned me around and kissed me with intensity. I felt his cock starting to harden again against my belly.
And even though the guilt was still there… for now, I decided to silence it and let myself be carried away once again.
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