My Twisted Taboo Craving

I can't shake this dark urge that's been eating at me for ages, this raw, forbidden fantasy that makes my heart race and my body ache with need. I dream about arranging something so wrong, so exhilarating, where I pay a woman to cross lines no one should ever cross with her own kid. It's like a fire in my veins, picturing the taboo act unfolding, the mix of power and secrecy driving me wild. The thought of watching it happen, or even being part of it, sends shivers down my spine; it's not just about the sex, it's the utter wrongness that hooks me, making me feel alive in a way nothing else does. I imagine the tension building, the forbidden touches, the gasps and moans echoing in the dark, and it leaves me throbbing with desire, desperate for release. But deep down, I know it's messed up, a secret shame that twists my guts because society would destroy me if they knew. Yet, I can't stop fantasizing about it, replaying scenarios in my head late at night, my hands wandering as I lose myself in the thrill. It's raw, it's real, and it's mine – this unfiltered hunger for something so explicitly taboo that it scares me, but god, it turns me on like nothing else. I've tried to bury it, but it keeps resurfacing, a constant reminder of my flawed desires, pulling me into that shadowy world where lines blur and pleasure overrides everything.