Beyond the River's Edge

e feet. I crept towards the living room, my heart a steady, cold drum. The rage from my p

round the

e was. B

ene was almost identical to the first time I discovered her deceit in my prev

pink, a color I loved. On her, it looked cheap, vulgar. She had it pulled open, revealing the black

offee table. The self-timer was on. She was posing, arching her

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' s camer

in her own reflection. She adjusted the robe, letting it slip further off one shoulder, her expression a practiced pout

d through. She didn't just want the

She hiked the robe up, showing off the curve of her backside. The pose was deliberately provoc

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my hiding spot. It was an anonymous forum, filled with similar pictures.

do anything for

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t, baby. Show

erish excitement in them. She let out a little sigh of pure satisfaction, a sound that made my stomac

ickness that h

was going to use