One summer day, as I glanced down at a flyer at my feet, there I saw the figure of an old man from the past. I had parted ways with that man, a university professor, after learning he was married... Even though I harbored disgust towards women who engaged in affairs, thinking them foolish... Just the memory of being forcefully gripped by the arm, of being roughly pleasured and moaning in delight, returned, making my body burn with heat. Overwhelmed by that man's intense and passionate caresses, who knew my body so well, gradually my feelings swayed from my husband to that man...
