The Forbidden Encounter that got me Hooked
The thrill of it, the risk, the primal need—we couldn’t get enough. That staircase became our secret haven, a place we returned to again and again, The faint smell of dust and old concrete hung in the air as the emergency staircase door clicked shut behind us. The narrow space was dimly lit, the faint hum of fluorescent lights above casting a muted glow over the scene. She stood there, her body framed by the cold, unyielding steel of the staircase. Her miniskirt barely covered her thick thighs,...