She wanted to be faithful.

But she couldn’t ignore the feelings rising inside her. Her senses heightening. That familiar yearning.

She felt the moistness on her lips, her tongue gently lingering around her mouth. The anticipation of that new rush of excitement, the new smell, the sweet new taste, the forbidden textures.

He had forgiven past betrayals. How much could one man take? They had sworn joint commitment this time.

It was no use. Agnes could not resist that primal urge.

‘And one of those, please.’ She pointed at the jam and cream-filled pastry.

The nagging guilt fluttered by, unacknowledged.

Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

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