My Secret Affair's Thrill

I never thought I'd get hooked on something so wrong, but here I am, spilling it all out because the guilt and the thrill are eating me alive. It's this affair with someone I know I shouldn't even look at, let alone touch, and god, it's the forbidden edge that makes it all so intoxicating. Every stolen moment feels like fire on my skin, my heart pounding like it's about to burst as we sneak away for those secret encounters. I crave the way their hands explore me, rough and urgent, knowing we could get caught any second; it's that risk that sends shivers down my spine and turns every kiss into something wild, unbridled. My body betrays me every time, getting wet and desperate just from the thought of it, the wrongness twisting my insides into this messy knot of desire and shame. I tell myself it's just the excitement, the way it heightens everything – the taste of their lips, the heat building between us, the raw, animal need that overrides all reason. But deep down, I know it's more; it's the taboo that makes me feel alive, like I'm playing with fire and loving every burn. I've tried to stop, but the pull is too strong, leaving me breathless and wanting more, even as the guilt creeps in afterward. It's messy, it's reckless, and it's mine, this dirty little secret that's got me completely undone.