Law Student's Secret Night Out

Caught up in late-night campus debates with my fellow law students, I ended up at a clandestine party. It was there that I found myself alone with Sarah, an ambitious third-year who knows the ropes better than most. We exchanged numbers under the pretense of studying together but instead met at an abandoned building outside of town. The moment we were alone, she quickly undressed me. Her hands were skilled and relentless, finding every inch of skin that needed attention. I was barely prepared for what came next, she had me pressed against a cold wall as she entered me roughly, her fingers inside while her mouth worked on my neck. It felt raw, unfiltered, so different from anything else in my life. And yet, there it is, the confession: despite being married, this secret encounter was the most liberating thing I've ever experienced.