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Forbidden

Secret affairs, taboo desires, the thrill of the forbidden

4 stories

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Sharp Blur

He told me to stop posing like a woman with a mortgage and start breathing like someone who had just committed a crime.

44 min · 401 views · san francisco

November 14th, 8:14 PM

His thumb hooked into the waistband of my silk trousers, dragging the fabric down just enough to expose the scar from my appendectomy.

15 min · 970 views · former father-in-law

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 · 970 views · hotel bar

Fragile Granite

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

24 min · 417 views · forbidden romance