Coffee in Rome

Rome with Donald was supposed to be about seeing the Colosseum, not feeling completely ravaged by lust. Then Jacob walked into my life - a god sculpted in ebony, radiating raw power. One look, and I knew I was in trouble. Our morning runs became a sweaty, breathless dance of wanting. His hands on me... let's just say the Vatican wasn't the only place I was screaming for salvation. Now, I'm drowning in a sea of guilt and pure animalistic lust.

Do I cling to the stale safety of my marriage or...