Taboo Slave

Try as I might to resist, especially in the beginning of our relationship was futile, for, as taboo as it was for me to be with him, I loved and wanted it too, wanted him just as much as he did me. Wanted to feel his hot touch, the soft velvet brushing of his fingers over my body, I knew he was going to bring me to the brink, to my breaking point repeatedly, before forcing us to both snap into a frenzy to finish the other off.