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As a young man growing up, I had all the time found my Aunt Sally to be one of the most stunning women I had ever laid eyes on. She had a natural grace and elegance that was almost mesmerizing, and her curves seemed to be perfectly accentuated in all the right places. Though she was my aunt, I had all the time had a bit of a crush on her, but I never wondered anything would ever come of it.

That was until one summer when I was visiting my family about to begin my first year of school. My aunt and I were home alone one evening while my parents and her husband were out for the night. We were sat in the living room watching some TV when the show we were watching started to get steamy. As it evolved into a full-on “erotic thriller,” I could see Aunt Sally getting more and more uncomfortable.

I could tell by the way she was fidgeting in her seat that she needed to leave the room or change the channel, but she kept watching. Before long, she turned to me with flushed cheeks and asked me if I was enjoying the show. My reply was an enthusiastic “yes.” I don’t know what came over me, but as soon as I said it, I knew I had opened the door for something more.

In a daring whisper, I teased her with a sly “Not nearly as much as I’d enjoy it if you were the one.” She gasped softly, and I waited patiently, not really knowing what to expect next. She took a deep breath and slowly nodded her head in agreement, and that was all it took for the sexual tension in the room to flare up.

Without a word, we moved across the room towards one another, securing some important distance between us, our eyes locked. Suddenly, her lips were on mine, and we began to take up where we left off. Her passion was downright feverish, and before long, her hands were roaming all over my body, making me feel alive in a way I had only dreamed of until then.

As we kissed, her lustful whispers in my ear suggested that we take things further, but we were at her house, and it was only responsible, I asked her if this was the right thing to do. She assured me that it was okay, and we moved upstairs to her bedroom.

Once we were inside, we fell onto her lush king-sized bed and continued where we had left off, only this time with more intensity and fervor. Her mouth moved over my body, leaving hot spots of desire and passion in its wake, driving me wild. I couldn’t get enough of her touch or her scent, and all I wanted was more of her. Our bodies intertwined, blurring the lines between right and wrong, and I was living a forbidden fantasy.

Finally, we peeled off our clothes and I got my first look at my aunt’s stunning naked body. Her flesh was soft to the touch, and I could feel the heat radiating off her curves. We opened ourselves, wholly to each other, and the ecstasy was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. She was insatiable, climaxing twice before I could finally muster the will to bring myself to orgasm. As we lay there, entwined and spent, I knew this would be a moment we would both keep with us forever.

The next morning, we both knew things would have to return to reality. There was no question that what we had done was wrong, but it felt so right. Without saying a word, we both got dressed and went about our day, pretending like nothing had happened. Later that evening, I took my leave, promising to call my aunt the next day.

As I drove away from her house that day, my mind was racing, and I knew that we could never tell anyone about what had happened. But still, there was still a sense of excitement at the wondered of seeing her again.

The days turned into weeks, and finally, when I saw her again, she met me with a wicked smile. We knew what we had done was wrong, and we would never be able to take it back, but there was no denying that the chemistry between us was powerful.

Over the next few weeks, we continued to see each other regularly as we went about our typical lives, and I was grateful for every moment we could spend together. We didn’t talk about the illicit relationship that had developed between us, it became a taboo topic that was never discussed, but we both understood that our connection went beyond anything that was “normal.”

As time went on, we both knew that the relationship couldn’t last, but the passion between us only seemed to grow stronger. Impulsively, we planned one last night together, where we would finally concede to our forbidden passions, and we gave into those desires one last time before saying our final goodbyes.

It had been wrong, we both knew that, but the memories we created together burned so bright that they couldn’t be denied. Emotions ached inside us, but passion still coursed through our veins, and the end result was a reluctant ending to an affair that broke all the rules.

We would never forget the passion we shared and how it made our spirits soar, but we couldn’t continue to fan the flames of a love that we both knew would never be accepted. And though we’re both left with lonesome hearts and warm memories, we’ll all the time know that our forbidden passion and the sparks it ignited was more of an unforgettable affair than anything we came across in our lives.
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