Have you ever done something stupid which afterwards when you've recovered from the high, you now feel the cringe every time you remember the bits of it?
I wish I didn't sleep with him last night.
I wish I thought about it, and said no instead of diving into it. Though I did say no, I was just weak; incapable to decline his charm. I mean, who'd say no to a fine specimen like that, someone who you've been fantasising for a while now.
I wore his shirt for a reason, and why would I settle for the shirt if I can have the man himself. Why would I smell the shirt to feel him when I can have him right inside me, filling me to the brim.
I've spent the entire day at the office thinking how stupid I was to do that rash behaviour. Well, for the first minute. Then I got sidetracked with how hot he
