#ardcrs

    giggles are spilling from her lips as they go back and forth. the two friends are perched on her bed. although she was twenty she had to sneak the other in to her room. being her dad’s favorite meant that she was treated like she was eight. that meant they had to stay quiet while everyone else in the house was asleep, but it was hard when the two were tickling each other’s side and play hitting one another. “stop!” she laughed. “you’re going to get me in trouble.”

wipes a tear/ which ever one you’re feeling the most ahjsdk

👀 do we have a volunteer 

guilt. guilt is what she should feel - for sneaking off to be with him, to get away from her husband ... but she couldn’t bring herself to feel it. not when he made her this happy. it was exhilarating almost, knowing she was doing something wrong - but at the same time knowing it felt so damn right. she couldn’t remember the last time her husband had touched her with any sort of passion, only a strict desire to conveniently fuck her at his disposal before falling asleep at the opposite side of their california king size bed. so there was no guilt here. she placed a few knocks on his door, they rarely went out together, she was too afraid of her husband finding out and what would happen when he did. she’d been out of town the last week with him visiting her parents, putting on the happy family facade, and she was just ready to see him, she’d missed him more than she would have liked to miss him over the past 7 days. when the door finally opened she took a quick step inside, right into his arms as her hands found his chest. “ mm, hey, ” she muses softly, a smile she didn’t even bother trying to hide, “ i missed you. ”   /   @ardcrs​