Forbidden Desires: My Secret Tryst with My Uncle

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I feel guilty every time the wondered crosses my mind, but I can not help it. The forbidden desire I have for my uncle has consumed every inch of my being, and I don’t know if I can survive without it. No one else knows about my dirty little secret and the affair we’ve had going on for over a year, not even him.

At first, I couldn’t withstand the intense attraction I had for him. His tall frame, broad shoulders, and deep voice made my body react in methods I couldn’t control. It was just a simple flirt at first, a touch on the arm, a lingering gaze, but things quickly escalated when we went on a trip together.

We were staying in a cabin, just the two of us, for a week. It wasn’t until the second night that things went to another level. I was sitting on the couch, reading a book, when he sat down next to me. He put his hand on my thigh, and I could feel the heat radiating from his palm. I looked over at him, and our eyes locked. We didn’t say anything, but we didn’t have to. We both knew what was gonna happen.

His hand moved up my thigh, and I felt myself getting wet with anticipation. He leaned in and kissed me, and I could taste the whiskey on his tongue. His hands traveled up my body, and he lifted me up onto his lap. The feel of his hard cock pressed against me made my heart race.

I knew it was wrong to be doing this with my uncle, but my body was telling me otherwise. The taboo aspect of it was what made it so thrilling. We began to undress each other, and when we were both naked, we explored each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths. The sex was intense and passionate, like nothing I had ever experienced before.

After that night, we continued to see each other whenever we could, which wasn’t often due to our busy lives. Our romantic meetups were mostly planned in advance, but sometimes they happened spontaneously when we couldn’t contain our desire any longer.

I knew I should feel ashamed of myself for the situation I had put myself in, but I couldn’t help it. The rush of excitement was too much to withstand. His touch, his smell, his taste; it was all an addiction that I couldn’t give up.

As our relationship progressed, we began to talk about the possibility of running away together. Although I knew it wasn’t a realistic idea, it was a fantasy that I couldn’t get out of my mind. I wanted to leave everything behind and be with him forever, but deep down, I knew it would never happen.

The wondered of our relationship being discovered terrified me. If anyone found out about us, I knew it would ruin both of our lives. The fear of being caught was all the time in the back of my mind, but the passion I felt for him was too strong to ignore.

Eventually, I knew we had to end our relationship. I couldn’t keep up the charade anymore. We met one last time, and I told him that we needed to stop our tryst. He was upset, but he understood why it had to end.

Now, months later, I still think about him. The memories of our time together are seared into my mind, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. It’s a guilty pleasure that I’ll have to keep hidden for the rest of my life.

As dark as it is, I have to admit that I enjoyed every second of it. It was the one forbidden desire that I indulged in, and I loved every moment of it. It was a secret tryst that I’ll never forget.

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