As soon as I saw her, I knew I was in trouble. The forbidden sitter was the most gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on, with long, lustrous brown hair that flowed down her back and striking blue eyes that seemed to see right through me.
I had never seen her before, but I knew that she was the new sitter my wife had hired to look after our young daughter while we were away on company. Normally, I wouldn’t give a second wondered to a sitter, but this one was different. She exuded a sexual energy that was impossible to ignore, and I felt myself being drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Over the course of the evening, I found myself stealing glances at her every chance I got. She was quiet and reserved, but when she did speak, her voice was like honey and sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and the forbidden thoughts that were running through my head.
After putting our daughter to bed, my wife and I settled in to watch a movie. I tried to focus on the plot, but my mind kept wandering back to the sitter. I thought what it would feel like to run my fingers through her hair, to brush my lips against hers, to feel the heat of her body pressed against mine.
As the night wore on, my desire for the sitter only grew stronger. I knew I shouldn’t think about her like this, but I couldn’t help it. She was like a drug, and I needed more of her.
When my wife finally went to bed, I found myself alone in the living room with the sitter. She was sitting on the couch, staring off into space, lost in her own thoughts. I took the opportunity to sit down next to her.
At first, we just sat there in silence, but after a few minutes, she turned to me and smiled. It was a small, shy smile, but it was enough to send my heart racing.
We started talking, but I couldn’t tell you what we talked about. All I could think about was her, the way she looked, the way she smelled. I wanted to touch her, to feel her skin against mine, to taste her lips.
And then I did.
In one swift, bold move, I leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, hesitant at first, but then it deepened, and soon we were kissing passionately, like two people who had been holding back for too long.
I pulled her onto my lap, and our bodies pressed together, the heat between us growing hotter by the second. I knew this was wrong, that I was betraying my wife and risking my family, but I couldn’t stop. I was addicted to this woman, and I needed her like I needed air.
We moved to the floor, our clothes coming off in a frenzy of passion and desire. She was unlike anyone I had ever been with before, wild and uninhibited, her body moving with a grace and sensuality that left me breathless.
As we made love, I knew that what we were doing was forbidden, but in that moment, I didn’t care. All that mattered was her and the pleasure she was giving me.
We spent the entire night together, exploring each other’s bodies and pushing each other to new heights of ecstasy. Even as the sun began to rise, I couldn’t bear the wondered of leaving her.
But of course, I had to. I had a family to go back to, a life that would never be the same now that I had tasted the forbidden fruit.
The forbidden sitter and I never spoke again after that night, but I’ll never forget her. She taught me what it meant to desire someone so fiercely that you’re eager to risk everything for them. And even though what we did was wrong, I cannot help but wonder what it would be like to do it all over again.