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Forbidden

Secret affairs, taboo desires, the thrill of the forbidden

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Why Did You Let the Door Click Shut?

The air conditioning in the gallery hummed like a low-budget horror score, a cold, mechanical buzz that did nothing to chill the sweat pooling at the base of my spine.

12 min · 1 views · gallery opening

August 14th, 2:44 PM

I knew I was over the line the second I saw her in that white dress, looking like a target I wasn't allowed to hit.

16 min · 543 views · hotel bar

Don't Look at the Clock

The carpet was a violent swirl of hospitality-grade maroon, the kind designed to hide stains and secrets with equal efficiency.

15 min · 697 views · hotel bar

I Definitely Didn't Come Here for the Music

His thumb was hooked in the waistband of her trousers, pulling the fabric taut against the swell of her hip like a resistance band.

9 min · 508 views · jazz club

Who Told You This Was a Good Idea?

Julian’s hand was a heavy, warm anchor on my thigh, mocking the ‘Quiet Car’ sign while his thumb traced the seam of my stockings.

14 min · 2 views · acela express

"You Really Shouldn't Have Ordered the Pinot"

She traced the edge of my laptop with a fingernail that had a tiny chip in the red polish, looking at me like I was a script she was about to pass on.

15 min · 1,028 views · pacific surfliner

I Definitely Could Have Handled This Better

The condensation on her glass was the only thing cooler than the look she gave me over the rim of that Zinfandel.

15 min · 523 views · napa valley

Caleb’s Corkscrew

His thumb traced the line where my leggings met my waist, a deliberate, grounding pressure that made my breath hitch in my throat.

16 min · 370 views · corporate retreat

Mute

The bass was a bruise against my ribs and West was looking at me like I was the only drink in a dry county.

14 min · 1,358 views · jazz club

Fragile Granite

The flour on my palms left white handprints on his dark trousers, a literal trail of my own undoing.

24 min · 350 views · forbidden romance

Lock the Front Door

His thumb was tracing the ridge of my hip bone like he was following a contour line on a map he'd memorized.

12 min · 2,125 views · bookstore after hours

I Thought We Were Over This Phase

He tastes like the coffee we drank an hour ago and the cold air he brought in from the porch, sharp and grounding.

12 min · 274 views · step-siblings