guilty pleasure

Shhhh..... do you trust me he said, l noded fearfully as our eyes locked .... his lips aggressively met mine, the magical exchange of saliva was exciting, my body felt a sugar rush and l surrendered myself into his arms. my clothes were peeled off like a ripe banana waiting to be smashed. Every touch came with an alarming ooze... he smiled and swiped me like a declining ATM card. l lost myself drowning in the fantasy of guilty pleasure exciting yet frightening l loved it, don't stop l like it he suckled it vigorously.....l responded with a satisfied mourn. should l stop... he said..? l signalled with a fading mourn .. he manipulated himself into the forbidden forest, l was chained to desire yet frightened of the act. next thing l felt a sweet sting, we were paired like a scissors and he drove the nail deeper and l screamed ..Stopp!! but he had already broken the calabash, slimey yet satisfied he groaned like a lone wolf....and kissed my forehead