I'm just going to come right out and say it: I've been unfaithful. Yes, you heard me. I'm cheating on him. I know that it's wrong, but I just can't help myself; it's a lust that will not be denied. I've convinced myself that what he doesn't know can't hurt him. Well, *almost* convinced myself. Mostly. The sneaking around, the secrets...they make me feel dirty. But I suppose that's just part of the allure, right? We always want that which has been forbidden the most. Every time I walk that line, I feel the guilt. There's no need for us to debate whether or not I deserve it; no one could judge me more harshly than I judge myself.
But. Despite the guilt, despite the fear of getting caught, I keep coming back for more. How can I not? It's just so good. I'm almost drooling right now, just thinking about it... Damn it. Willpower was never my strong suit. I can't resist, and I don't really want to. In fact, I'm going to go sneak into the kitchen this very minute. I'll take down that jar of peanut butter that I keep on the very tip-top shelf. And then I'm going to have me a sandwich. Sorry, Liam, sorry my darling child. I know that you're allergic to peanuts. I know that I shouldn't. But, oh, I do so love peanut butter and jelly. I'm going to hell, I know it.