It started with a look. A spark I couldn’t ignore. The kind of look that makes your heart race and your body ache for more. The temptation was undeniable, and once I crossed that line, there was no turning back.
Behind closed doors, everything changes. It’s not just about the physical, it’s about the thrill of doing something you shouldn’t, the rush of secrecy, the danger of getting caught.
Every stolen moment, every touch, every whisper only made me crave it more.
The highs were intoxicating. The way they moaned, touched me, inserted his big thing to me, made me feel wanted in a way I hadn’t felt in so long. It wasn’t just lust it was power, it was control, it was everything I never knew I needed.
But with every high, there’s a low. The guilt, the lies, the betrayal of the person who trusted me. It gnawed at me, but when I was with them, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the fire between us.
Eventually, it ended. But the rush of those moments? It stays with me.
Once you step into the world of temptation and betrayal, you can never forget how it makes you feel, alive, wanted, and craving more.
