His Obsession, Her Taboo

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pen the bedroom window? I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, waiting for them to adjust to the brightness. As I finally opened them, a few u

floor. Panic gripped me as I noticed numerous used condoms littering the ground, each one filled. Wait

y naked body, I spread my thighs to inspect myself. My pussy was flushed and looked well-used, but thankf

tears pricked my eyes. I didn't stop to question why the person I assumed I had a one-night stand with wasn't the

Just as suddenly as it appeared, the memory faded, leaving me gasping, my heart pounding. Shaking my head to clear the confusion, I slipped

d the floor but found no sign of it. I couldn't even remember what I had worn last night.My gaze shifted to the bed,

rt. The fabric clung tightly to my body, so short and revealing that I was bewildered by how I had even managed to put it on. When did I acquir

they weren't hard to find. However, my gaze fell back upon the condoms strewn about, nearly eight of t

happened. But ignoring reality wasn't an option; the evidence of my indiscretion was undeniable. My body felt achy in a

rge to gag, and turned my gaze away as I picked it up. With a deep breath, I carried it to the trash bin and tossed it in. I repeated this process for e

my left breast, completely covering it, while his other hand tweaked my other nipple. I moaned, utterly lost

ust, and I nodded, but he shook his head. "Use your words, Amore," he hissed, slamming into me.

ded, leaving me standing by the trash bin, trembling, my corel dripping wet from that abomination. I tossed the condom into the bin, questioning

a taxi. Before I knew it, I was being dropped off in front of my house, with no memory of paying the driver. I didn't

tions. What had I done? How had I let myself slip so far from the responsible person I used to be? And who w

ing a shiver down my spine. I turned around to