I was feeling down, real down. Work had been a bitch, my boyfriend was being a dick, and I just needed something, anything, to make me feel better. I came home, kicking off my shoes and flopping onto the couch like a dead fish. That’s when my step-dad walked in. He saw the look on my face and asked what was wrong. I started venting, tears welling up in my eyes as I spilled all my frustrations. He listened, really listened, and then he pulled me into a hug. It felt… good. Too good.
His hands lingered a little too long on my back, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. It wasn’t the comforting hug of a father figure; it was something else, something electric. We pulled apart, and I saw a flicker of something in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored my own confused desires. The air in the room thickened, charged with unspoken tension. He started saying all the right things, telling me how beautiful I was, how much he cared about me. It was bullshit, but it was the kind of bullshit I wanted to hear.
One thing led to another, and soon we were tangled in each other’s arms, clothes flying off like they were on fire. His lips crashed against mine, and I moaned into the kiss, all my pent-up frustration turning into raw, animal lust. We stumbled to the bedroom, tearing at each other like wild animals. Every touch, every kiss, was forbidden, wrong, but it only made it hotter. The guilt was there, lurking in the back of my mind, but the pleasure was overwhelming, drowning out any sense of right or wrong.
He fucked me hard, rough, like he wanted to punish me for being so desirable. I didn’t care. I wanted it all, every dirty, forbidden inch of him. I screamed his name, begging for more as I came apart in his arms. Afterwards, we lay there, panting, the silence broken only by our ragged breaths. The reality of what we had done crashed down on me like a ton of bricks. We had crossed a line, a line that could never be uncrossed. But as I looked at him, at the satisfied smirk on his face, I knew that this was just the beginning. We were both hooked, addicted to the thrill of the forbidden. And I knew, deep down, that I would do it again. I needed it. I needed him. This is my story, and you can find more like it on Thatass.click.
