Madness

Dirk strolls into the ladies' room as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

I quickly look around to see if anyone might be watching us. Of course, I'm embarrassed by the situation, not him.

He stands behind me, looking over my shoulder.

“ Is it possible that you're trying to avoid me?”

I open my eyes wide. Stunned, I stare at his reflection. Am I suddenly to blame for the fact that we have a problem with each other?

Before I can gather myself enough to respond, he grabs my arm and drags me into a stall. The door slams shut.

His body is right in front of mine. There's no space left. I can feel his heat, his gaze. Hunter – prey.

“You know what I want,” he says quietly.

His mouth presses against mine. The kiss is fierce and seems to go on forever. His hands slide under my sweatshirt, caressing my bare skin.

“Asshole, what are you doing?” I think. And at the same time, I know that I am the one allowing him to do it.

My thoughts are racing. Anger, fear, that damn tugging deep in my stomach. What's wrong with me? Why is my body reacting like this?

He unzips my jeans and pulls them down. Fingers touch my pussy, searching, demanding. Penetrating me.

I can't do anything about it, I just accept it. More than that: I can feel how wet and slippery I already am. It's going to happen. Inevitably. I moan into his mouth.

Dirk simply turns me around. He knows I'm ready.

I brace myself against the wall. The graffiti blurs before my eyes.

This time it's not his finger penetrating me. Fast, straight.

Deep.

I gasp, pushing myself towards him. His pelvis slaps against my ass. Don't think, just feel. So good. So full!

Long, powerful thrusts. I bite my lips to keep from screaming out loud. I don't want anyone to discover us. I still have a shred of decency left, even though I'm letting my husband's best friend fuck me in a supermarket toilet – and I am enjoying it.

My knees go weak and I'm glad Dirk is holding me. Where does he get the stamina, the strength, the steadiness?

Time? What is time? Heat, desire, lust, that's all that matters.

He comes. Inside me.

I close my eyes. Relieved. Disappointed at the same time. Why not me?

“Insane,” I whisper. The word is not directed at him.

I sit on the edge of the toilet, my head in my hands. Alone. My pussy still burns. Not from pain – from him. From his closeness. From what he does to me.

“What am I doing here?” I ask into the empty room. I know exactly that it's wrong. That no one has the right to harass me like this. My head soberly lists all the reasons: Dirk is crossing boundaries. He is manipulating me. He is dangerous for me, for Thomas, for our marriage.

And yet something tightens in my chest when I think of him. My body is a traitor—reacting to him, against all reason, against every “no” I thought too late and never said. I hate him. I long for him. Both at the same time. It's tearing me apart.

I get up.

This has to end. I'm going to talk to Thomas.