To be honest…
You arouse me
Immensely.
But you have made yourself
The guarded property
Of someone else,
And I am trying
As hard as the parts of your body
To be a good girl
For a change.
– The words that launched a thousand illicit ejaculations
What drives us to caution those who want us, but are prohibited from having us?
Is it an act of moral conscience, or manipulation motivated by lust?
We all want to be exempt from accountability…
Try as I might to live by a strict code of consideration for the deluded souls who enter relationships believing in a happily ever after whereby their partners fuck them and only them for all eternity, experience has taught me that infidelity is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
I remember, his hand on my knee as he whispered a bitter protest in my ear. Earnestly, he insisted that in another life he would have pushed me up against walls and induced tremors through the earth of my flesh by way of his tongue slicing through the jungle…
Making me sing symphonies, loud and fierce, past the point of no return.
“No, I’m not a home-wrecker.” – The biggest lie I ever told. Subconsciously, I always knew this to be true…even as I begged him not to touch me.
This is where lines begin to blur, for what is the point of consent when we are forced to belong to someone else by the union of ‘true love’?
I am no longer ashamed of the supposed sins I commit, nor will I deny myself pleasure.
Life is too short to regret our indulgences.
PS. And I think secretly, we all get off to the idea of a really magnetic soul leaving their significant other (even if just for a moment) to hungrily devour us inch by inch, top to bottom.
Whimsical Wordsmith 