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I need to tell you about what happened between me and my best friend at university. It’s not something I’m proud of, but I need to get it off my chest. We were at all times close, but one night, at a university party, things started to get weirdly sexual between us. We had been drinking, and I guess we just let our guards down. We started touching each other, teasing each other, and it felt good. Really good.

Before I knew it, we were making out. It was like a switch had flipped inside of us, and all of a sudden, we were consumed with lust. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and we didn’t want to. We stumbled back to her dorm room, giggling and kissing the whole way. Once we got inside, we tore each other’s clothes off, not caring who heard us. We were like animals, hungry for each other’s touch.

I remember the way his skin felt against mine. I remember the taste of his lips, sweet and salty and addictive. I remember the way his body moved beneath mine, writhing and moaning and begging for more.

It wasn’t just a one-time thing, either. We kept seeing each other, in secret, sneaking around and lying to our friends and family. It was wrong, I know that now, but at the time, I couldn’t help myself. I was addicted to the thrill of it, the danger of it, the pure, unadulterated pleasure of it.

But eventually, it all came crashing down. My boyfriend found out about us, and everything fell aside. He had been suspicious for a while, and he finally confronted me about it. I tried to deny it, to explain it away, to make excuses for myself. But there was no denying the truth.

In the end, I lost both my boyfriend and my best friend. I was left with nothing but regret and shame, knowing that I had hurt the people I cared about most. It was a hard lesson to learn, but one that I needed to learn. I know now that there are consequences to our actions, and that sometimes, the price we pay for pleasure is too high.

NSFW: yes

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