I cheated On My Boyfriend

My name's Lara and this is my confession.

I'm 28 years old and despite approaching my thirties, I still have all the energy and drive of one of those bunnies from the battery commercials. Unlike the toy rabbits, however, I'm just trying to make my way in the corporate world and climb the ladder with my sanity still intact. It's no mean feat, but I seem to be managing, even if stress is eating away at me like I'm a gourmet meal at a fancy restaurant.

I live with my boyfriend and our calico cat in our quaint little flat (I think you call them apartments in America) in central London. Our home is cozy and cute, our own little world that we share in relative peace and quiet, unless the cat is waking us at 2 am demanding to be fed.

I work from home two days a week, a perk that my boyfriend doesn't have with his job. He left for the office about 8 am yesterday morning as per usual, and I tend to take the morning a bit slower as I have more time, so I'd only just showered and dressed when he left and was munching away on a slice of whole-grain toast.

I sat scrolling on my phone, trying to muster up the will to get a little housework done before I loaded up my laptop, when I heard a hell of a commotion coming from along the hall outside.

Me being me, I decided to be nosy. I made my way to our front door, easing it open just enough so I could peer around the corner.

I saw a guy - quite a cute guy, I noticed - dragging a huge parcel into his flat. The box was enormous; it looked like it was some big piece of flat-pack furniture and seemed to be heavy enough to really need two people to manoeuvre it safely.

He appeared to be having some trouble, given that he'd attempted to move it on his own, so I called out to him asking if he needed a hand. I like to think of myself as a helpful sort of person -plus he looked really friendly; I thought it'd be nice to get to know my neighbour.

He smiled, his handsome face lit up by his charming smirk, and said that yes, he very much did.

I dropped off my phone on my dining table and closed the door to my flat behind me, leaving the door on the latch so I didn't accidentally lock myself out. I walked over and, straining a little more than I'd like to admit, picked up the other side of the parcel and helped him haul it inside his apartment.

"Thanks!" he breathed out, thankfully sounding as winded as I was.

We managed to get the package inside and I immediately flopped down on a nearby chair, trying to catch my breath.

It was a new exercise bike inside the box, a replacement after his last one had broken. I could tell he kept in shape, though I was really trying not to notice as I recovered from my little unexpected workout.

He offered me a drink, but I waved him off, having just had my breakfast.

We got chatting after that, I don't even know how much time passed but it was far longer than I had planned for. We just clicked, and our conversation flowed without effort.

We walked into his living room as we spoke, and I sat on his sofa with him as we chatted away.

Turns out we have loads in common. He is a total nerd, just like me, and we enthused about our shared passions. He had just moved into the building, and I was thrilled that I had found a potential new friend.

That was the only downside to my relationship with my boyfriend actually - we worked really well together as a couple; we just didn't have anything in common. He was all sports and action and manly men and grrrrr, whereas I was all about Sci-Fi and Fantasy and Fae.

I was listening to my new neighbour enthuse about the latest book series he'd been reading, Dungeon Crawler Carl, which, it just so happened I'd picked up last week at the bookstore but hadn't started yet.

It was absolutely enthralling watching him talk so passionately about books. My boyfriend didn't like to read and whenever I started to wax lyrical about my latest find, his eyes always seemed to glaze over until I was finished.

I nodded along, getting more excited to start the book with every passing moment when I suddenly became aware that I was showing quite a lot of skin. I hadn't expected to see anyone today, so I was wearing a pair of pretty outrageously short shorts, the ones that, if I wasn't careful, flashed a bit too much of my ass. I don't know why it hit me in that moment, but I tugged at the hem, trying in vain to cover myself up a little.

Now that I'd noticed it, I realised he would occasionally glance down as we chatted, clearly having noticed too, and seemed to be checking me out when he thought I wouldn't notice.

I tried not to think about it.

We kept chatting, easy and familiar as though we hadn't only just met this morning. We had clearly been inching closer to each other this entire time, because before I knew it, our legs were pressed up against each other.

It was like he suddenly realised it too at exactly the same moment I did, because his words began to trail off and his gaze lowered, fixing on my curvy thighs and then up to my slightly parted lips, before he caught himself and carried on where he had left off.

My cheeks began to burn.

I was feeling some weird mix of embarrassment and excitement and, to my shame, attraction. In my defence, it's really hard to sit and chat to a handsome stranger you have loads in common with and not feel a little spark.

I flicked my ponytail over my shoulder and tried to hone my focus back on what he was saying.

He made a silly joke that I laughed a bit too hard at, and I internally berated myself for the flirtatious act.

I took my turn to speak about my last favourite book and though I was doing my best to reel in the flirting, it was just coming so naturally.

It was my turn then to make a stupid joke and, just like me, he laughed a bit too hard and reached out to pat my knee in a friendly gesture.

He held his hand there after the laughter died away.

I looked down at his hand. He looked down at it too. Slowly, we looked back up at each other, meeting eyes.

You know when you can just tell that someone is going to lean in for a kiss? That moment of tension and anticipation where time seems to slow and everything around you just seems to fall away to nothing?

I should have stopped him. I should have gotten up and left and gone home, but I didn't.

And then, he was leaning in.

The instant he pressed his lips to mine, something snapped. We were kissing with a feverish passion that took my breath away. Our tongues dove into each other's mouths, wrestling and stroking, our hands grasping at clothes with unbridled desperation.

We couldn't undress each other fast enough.

I don't wear a bra when I work from home, so when he roughly yanked my t-shirt off over my head, he found my perky C-cups bare before his eyes in the warm morning light. He wasted no time, leaning down and sucking and biting at my rosy nipples, pulling me closer against him by the waist as he swirled his tongue over them.

I moaned, sense and reason having been discarded along with my t-shirt, now crumpled on this stranger's floor. I began unbuckling his jeans with clumsy fingers as he sucked my nipples in a way that was making me mad with lust, my thong already completely soaked.

I pulled his cock free as he sucked my tits.

Thick, long and achingly hard, I worked his length as he nibbled gently on one of my nipples, tugging it slightly as I groaned, letting his teeth sink into the flesh as my head tipped back in ecstasy.

He was moaning too as I started stroking him with more urgency - needy and fast -- our desperate movements causing us to pant for breath as we explored each other's bodies.

Suddenly, he raised his head away from his delicious assault on my tits and began to stand, taking my hand to pull me up with him. He stepped out of his jeans and underwear before lowering himself to pull my shorts and panties down my legs. A string of my juices clung to the cotton of my panties as he pulled them away from my pussy, already so wet, and he groaned at the sight.

I stepped out of my shorts and thong and stood completely naked before him, my breaths sharp and heaving as lust consumed me wholly. I wanted to fuck this man's brains out, and that was all I could think about, any thoughts of my boyfriend long forgotten as I welcomed this new man inside my body.

I watched, enraptured as he ripped his t-shirt over his head, revealing a carved stomach that made me ache to run my tongue all over him. My pussy actually throbbed at how desperate I was to have him inside me.

As soon as he was naked, our bodies collided, our skin slapping together with an audible crack as our kiss resumed, just as hungrily as before.

He fisted his hand in my hair, angling my head so he could deepen the kiss as he shoved his hand between my thighs. He thrust two of his thick fingers deep inside my cunt, finding little resistance given I was already soaked for him. He fucked them into me, hard and fast, his fingers squelching noisily as they pounded into me.

I moaned into our kiss, my knees weakening as he fingered me with a frantic sort of pace that made me breathless, and he curled his fingers inside me to hit my g-spot with every thrust of his hand.

I saw stars, trying to gather my thoughts and my senses as this man covered his fingers in my excitement, experiencing parts of me he shouldn't be allowed to touch.

I was drowning in my desire for him. I needed him. Needed him deep inside my aching pussy, needed him to fill me and use me and please me and...

I couldn't wait any longer.

I broke our passionate kiss for just a moment, long enough to allow me to whisper two words into the heated space between us.

"Fuck me."

He needed no further instruction, spinning me around and pushing between my shoulders to bend me forward, angling me over the arm of his sofa.

I bent over willingly, spreading my thighs, ensuring he could see how wet and needy I was for his cock. I turned my head and watched him over my shoulder as I lowered a hand underneath myself, spreading my pussy open so I could circle my clit as he fucked me.

His eyes widened at the sight, and I thrilled at his low groan of approval as he watched me playing with myself. I groaned in response as I felt him step up behind me, lining up the blunt tip of his dick with my slick entrance.

With no trace of hesitation, he thrust forward and slammed his cock deep inside me, filling me with every single inch.

I cried out as fucked me and gripped my hip for purchase, and I gripped the sofa cushions tightly in my fists as he set his ruthless pace.

He fucked me so brutally - hard and fast as I moaned and screamed, his skin slapping into the back of my thighs and ass. I had no time to change my mind or feel an ounce of guilt as I clenched around his length, sliding in and out of me, the delicious angle causing him to hit sensitive spots inside me that rendered me nothing more than a willing hole for him to fill.

I didn't even know his goddamn name, and he was inside me - fucking me, bare and raw. The thought should have disgusted me, repulsed me completely, but it thrilled me in every way, and I circled my clit more feverishly as he pounded into my clenching cunt.

I knew it wouldn't be long before I was cumming all over his cock

Feeling bold, I told him just that.

He moaned so loud, spurred on by my dirty words. He seemed to pick up his pace somehow and fucked me so hard I was sure I would be bruised and sore for days, and my pussy throbbed and squeezed tightly around him as I began to cum.

I cried out, working my clit as he fucked me through my orgasm, feeling my slick cum soaking his shaft as he continued to slam into me, praising me as I fell apart underneath him, spread and willing and ready for his cum.

Wave after wave hit me with a fierceness that I worried might be my undoing, as I shook and arched beneath him, soaking us both as I came all over his perfect cock.

He slapped my ass as I came, the slight bite of pain only serving to sweeten my orgasm and he repeated the action over and over as I cried out, my pussy still convulsing around him with my climax as he marked my cheek with his burning brand.

He waited until I finally began to come down before he followed right after me, moaning and shouting as he filled my drenched cunt with his cum, spurts and spurts of it emptying deep inside me until it was overflowing and dribbling out down my inner thighs.

Even then he didn't stop. He was still so impossibly hard as he pushed his load back inside me with his thrusts, ensuring his cum was deep inside me where it belonged as my legs shook with the aftershocks of my climax.

We both fell silent as he finally slid himself out of me.

The next few moments were a blur. No words spoken as we grabbed our clothes and redressed, satisfied and shocked at what we'd just done.

I quickly redressed, unable to meet his eyes as I felt his warm cum beginning to leak out of me.

I don't even remember if I said anything; I just turned and hastily made my way to do the door, marching home, knowing I was late for work now but not able to care at all at that moment, still reeling from the fact I had a stranger's load inside me.

I made my way back into the flat, and closed the door, knowing that I should probably shower before I started work, but deciding against it. I was telling myself it was because I didn't have the time, but I knew the reality was I wanted to keep his cum inside me.

So, there it is. The whole, sordid confession.

I guess I'm a cheat now, and I don't know what to do, because I know that I should feel bad; I know I should confess and accept whatever might come next.

The thing is - I know I'm not going to, and I don't feel a single shred of guilt.

Judge me, I guess - you'd be right to.

And what's worse... I know I'm going to head back over there again tomorrow.