Sophia's confession shatters her perfect love. Her memory becomes an addiction.

A week has now passed since the events with the strange man. She knows his name now, because it was on the business card. She hasn't told her boyfriend about these events, although she feels extremely guilty. But it leaves a bitter aftertaste of fulfillment and sexual desire. She simply can't say it, because she's in an almost perfect relationship with her boyfriend. She loves him very much and is honest by nature. He likes to listen to her and is very understanding communicatively; it's also relatively pleasant with him. They don't discuss old topics, although they naturally have different opinions, but overall they are a good relationship, very similar communicatively and almost perfect. But of course, every relationship has a flaw, small or large, that doesn't matter.

During this week, Sophia wanted more sex with her boyfriend, but he was rather unwilling to allow it. And when they did have sex, with so much full energy and newly discovered lust that she came sincerely several times, it disappointed her again, because he cannot do what the strange man can. This makes her insecure. Now they are sitting in the middle of a date in a restaurant, having a beautiful conversation with each other. She is wearing a simple evening dress that lightly accentuates some of her body. Her boyfriend Kilian is also dressed relatively simply, not a suit, but simple, appropriate clothing for the situation. The restaurant is really a bit old-fashioned, but it shows history in a beautiful family business. They supposedly have the best spaghetti in the region here. The place is set up somewhat romantically, which is why she has been reserving there for weeks. Everything in this date is so perfect and romantic that the connection that exists between them is deepened and she continues to fall for him.

But she also knows that she has done something and liked it. She still can't believe what she felt, or why she liked it. It wasn't just about the stimulation; it was about the entire discovery of her newly unknown side that the man awakened in her. And after that, she knows: She can use the business card anytime, which also has his private cell number and an address on it. But she is extremely unsure because she thinks it would be wrong and would betray her boyfriend. But on the other hand, she hasn't been met with such great desire for ages that she gets extremely turned on, and every time she thinks of the strange man, she gets aroused just by that.

The date ends and they are in bed, where of course he didn't bring rose petals and candles to have a romantic evening with her. He kisses her gently. They look at each other gently and undress each other romantically, full of love, tenderness, and his infinite lust. Jealousy slowly creeps up on Sophia; she wants to be treated like she was by the strange man, but since Kilian is simply too forward and wants to enjoy himself in the process, it happens that he is not as she wishes. As they land on the bed, Kilian leans over her and they look at each other. He is completely lost in lust, and Sophia can't really do her own thing. Kilian sticks his cock in, which isn't perfect, but they are long at the edge of Sophia's vagina. Without any foreplay or anything else to awaken Sophia's erotic desire, he starts directly with sex and begins with direct, fast, and not perfect movements, which frustrates Sophia, but somehow only halfway, so she simply isn't challenged. She misses the strange man. With him, she had the feeling that he had truly converted her; Sophia had been the world. His full concentration went only to Sophia, how she moaned, how with every touch, every discovery, her skin, her lust was increased more and more. She misses that with her boyfriend Kilian. He not only doesn't really respect the act itself, but also only sees Sophia as a part of it.

When he finally comes inside her, she fakes another orgasm. Silence. Only his heavy breathing was audible. She feels, it's finally time to tell Kilian. With the impression that he is finished and has lain down next to her, she took a deep breath and said softly into the darkness: "Kilian... I have to tell you something. I cheated on you a week ago." She felt his body beside her freeze. He slowly sat up, the sleepiness wiped from his face, replaced by complete confusion. "What? Why? I... I don't understand. Did I do something wrong? Tell me, what I can do better." His attempts to fix the problem hit her harder than any accusation.

She gets up and tells him that she will now sleep on the couch in the bedroom so that he can have clear thoughts and so can she. He is completely emotionally agitated, which makes Sophia sad. She didn't actually want any of this, but it happened because of one thing she can never understand: a desire that runs so deep. She has no feelings for the strange man; it was only the act itself that she loved.

As she goes out of the bedroom and to the sofa, with her guest bedding, she lies down, while her boyfriend is still in bed and needs to gather his thoughts. She tries to sleep but has to constantly think of the strange man. A hunger. Her fingers twitched. She begins to think of the touches, where the strange man stroked her, every spot he passed by, every erogenous zone that had made her extremely horny. Her breath fluttered. As she thought about it, that strange feeling of arousal came up again. She really feels it in her skin as the thoughts become more and more focused on the memory of where she was touched and how she was touched: The neck. His breath. ...the gentle caress on her stomach, the licking on her neck, the nibbling on her ear, and that look that constantly sought confirmation in his touches. The feather. God, that damn feather. As she thought of his hand, her hands began to move unconsciously to the places where he had touched her, so aroused, slightly red and so horny for this memory. She can remember the feather very well, that damn feather, where every single touch elicited a moan from her, made her pant and made her forget everything. She thinks: How can such a feather bring such a reaction that was so intense that she forgot everything? The navel, while the feather touched it, on her armpits, which were so sensitive that she almost had to laugh, but could no longer scream and moan, because the tickling sensation was not a tickling feeling, but full of arousal. As she thinks of everything the man did to her, her nipples become stiff. She touches them and begins to slowly knead her breasts, while the other hand slowly goes down to her wet spot, her vagina. As she continues to imagine how the man stood in front of her, naked, without clothes, just opened the door, the cock so and this scar, where her otherwise perfect body is no longer really so perfect. His brown hair, slicked back, under the three-day beard, which is so perfectly in shape. What he had all said to her: "Such a good girl you are." That turns her on, it turned her on back then, but bringing it back to mind so consciously now, makes her so turned on that she begins to stroke the clitoral spot on her panties and moans. She knows very well that she wants to be a good girl, that he shows her and wants to reward her, and of course how he rewarded her: through the feather and this stopping, this constant stopping just before the peaks. That drove her crazy. She had never experienced another man just stopping before her peaks and letting her suffer. She didn't know that. It makes her so crazy, but so infinitely horny. She liked it. Her movement accelerated, raced. She becomes faster with her caresses on her vagina, while she thinks about it. Damn, it's like a second repetition of what the man gave her: the cock, which was so perfect on her vagina. Perfectly gave the angle every time, and if not, he had changed the angle after every other thrust, so the G-spot was always hit better. As she thinks about it, she comes. Not so much that the hand goes into her panties and into her vagina and now and so wet and full of wetness, just from these thoughts of the man. That hadn't been a simple fuck for her, that had been a kind of enlightenment, a sculpture, created by the man who worked on her like that. How he always adapted the rhythm to her moans, how the G-spot was hit, how he worked the breast, how he worked the clitoris, before Sophia came. Damn, it's making her crazy again now. She becomes faster and faster, she is already on the verge of climax again, of a relief that then, her boyfriend could never bring, what is this? The sex from your boyfriend makes you forget again. She thinks of his beautiful face, which smiled so constantly like a treacherous person. A smile is not just full of joy, but that of a hunter who has paid attention to his prey. That's beautiful, she falls right into his trap. His eyes, which always flashed every time I was on the verge of climax, and how she begged to finally come. She had never had to beg, but this begging was so honest and aroused her further, she couldn't help but come, whether in thoughts of him or in reality, where her movement became uncontrollably rapid and she only thought of coming through this strange man. And she will come, and as she came, through a soft scream and that her back is slightly arched, she comes and makes everything wet.

When all this is over and quiet comes, she lies on the sofa, her body heavy and relaxed. A slight tremor still goes through her, an afterglow. She falls asleep with a certainty: that the promise of the strange man, that Sophia is a completely new person, is true. But she also knows that she doesn't want to leave her boyfriend. And this contradiction lay heavy on her chest, heavier than any guilt.