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Sarah had always been a hard worker. At 23, she was the backbone of her family’s farm, tending to the crops, caring for the animals, and managing the market stall. Life on the farm was simple but demanding, and Sarah had little time for anything else. She had never had a boyfriend, not because she wasn’t interested, but because her days were filled with the rhythms of the land and the needs of her family.



One day, a new customer arrived at their stall. He was a man in his 30s, well-dressed and polite, with a warm smile. His name was Daniel, and he was a chef at a popular restaurant in town. He was married, though Sarah only learned this later when he casually mentioned his wife during one of their conversations. Daniel began buying fresh produce from Sarah regularly, praising the quality of her family’s harvest.



At first, their interactions were purely transactional. But over time, Daniel started visiting the farm directly, especially when Sarah was alone. He would linger, asking questions about the crops, the seasons, and her life on the farm. Sarah enjoyed his company—he was kind, knowledgeable, and easy to talk to. But she couldn’t ignore the occasional flicker of something deeper in his gaze, a look that made her heart race and her cheeks flush.

One afternoon, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, Daniel arrived to pick up an order. Sarah was alone, as her parents had gone to town for supplies. They chatted as usual, but this time, Daniel’s tone was different—softer, more intimate. He complimented her dedication to the farm, her strength, and her beauty. Sarah felt a mix of emotions: flattery, confusion, and a hint of guilt. She had never been in this situation before, and she wasn’t sure how to respond.

As the weeks went by, Daniel’s visits became more frequent, and his words grew bolder. Sarah found herself torn. She was drawn to his attention, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that it was wrong. She valued her integrity and didn’t want to be part of something that could hurt others.



One evening, as they stood in the golden light of the setting sun, Sarah finally found the courage to speak her mind. “Daniel,” she said, her voice steady but gentle, “I appreciate your kindness and your friendship. But I can’t ignore the fact that you’re married. I respect you too much to let this go any further.”

Daniel looked at her, his expression a mix of surprise and regret. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re right, Sarah. I’ve been selfish. I admire you—more than I should. But I don’t want to hurt you or my wife. You deserve better than this.



Sarah and Daniel had both agreed that continuing down the path they were on wasn’t right. They decided to pretend nothing had happened and carry on with their business dealings as usual. But every time Daniel came to the farm, Sarah felt butterflies in her stomach. She couldn’t ignore the way her heart raced when he smiled at her or the way his presence seemed to light up the room. And though neither of them spoke of it, she noticed the way his gaze lingered a little too long, the way his voice softened when he spoke to her.

One day, Sarah found herself alone on the farm. Her parents had gone to town, and the workers were out in the fields. She knew Daniel was coming to pick up an order, and she couldn’t shake the nervous excitement that bubbled inside her. She decided to show him around the barn, something she’d never done before. When he arrived, she greeted him with a smile and led him inside.

The barn was warm and filled with the soft sounds of animals. Sarah pointed out the cows, the chickens, and the horses, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest. Daniel listened intently, asking questions and laughing at her stories. But as they stood there, surrounded by the quiet hum of life, something shifted.



Sarah turned to him suddenly, her heart pounding. Before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in and kissed him. It was impulsive, messy, and a little awkward, but it felt right in the moment. Daniel froze, surprised, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back, his touch gentle but filled with longing.

For a moment, the world outside the barn ceased to exist. It was just the two of them, lost in a whirlwind of emotions they had tried so hard to suppress. But as the kiss ended, reality came crashing back. Sarah stepped back, her cheeks flushed and her breath uneven. Daniel looked at her, his expression a mix of guilt and desire.

“Sarah,” he began, his voice trembling, “we can’t do this. It’s not right.”

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “I know,” she whispered. “But I couldn’t help it. I’ve been feeling this way for so long.”



Then she went down. She pulled down his pants and started to suck him, she was all fucked up but she wanted to. She did the best she could, she watched porn anyway. After a few minutes he came, she didn't know what had happened. Still, she drank it all. They just laughed. He left as if nothing had happened and told her to wash up.



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