RIDE ME

He gazes intensely into my eyes, his fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path from my neck to my cheeks, never once breaking our eye contact. The world around us fades, leaving only the heat of his touch and the electricity in the air. Then, without warning, his lips crash into mine, fierce and demanding. The force of his kiss is overwhelming, making my lips numb, leaving me aware only of his mouth and the searing passion between us.

With every ounce of self-control I can muster, I resist his attempt to deepen the kiss, refusing him entry into my mouth. But he’s relentless. His hands slide down my thighs, inching beneath my dress, until his fingers brush against my underwear. He grips my body tightly, causing me to gasp in surprise and pain, my resistance faltering. Taking advantage of my momentary lapse, his tongue slips into my mouth, exploring every corner with an intensity that both terrifies and enthralls me. Tears spill from my eyes, each drop a testament to the whirlwind of emotions raging within me—fear, desire, confusion—all mingling into a single, chaotic storm.