Friday night in Marimanti was calm and silent. The moon hung bright in the sky, but inside a small lodge room, the air was thick with love and desire.

The man, a respected businessman, held the woman close. She was another man’s wife, but tonight she belonged only to him. Their hearts beat fast, their bodies pressed together as if they had waited too long for this moment.

He kissed her slowly, tasting her lips like sweet wine. She closed her eyes, melting in his arms, her fingers tracing the lines of his face. To read more Click here.