I don’t know why, I just couldn’t help myself. I kept telling myself to stop coming here, I knew she’d trap me yet I didn’t care. I stared at the gold band on my finger and knew my partner would be heartbroken if they knew I was back where the devil freely feasted on my desire. She was good to me, good for me in a sick unfashionable way. Everything was good at home but she had called me without picking up the phone, anytime I thought I was done she’d sink her teeth in me and leave her love bites for the world to see. I should be ashamed of the act and I’ve never let it go any further though the desire to be burned by her touch is almost unbearable. She takes me to heaven while deliberately sinning and tries to preach her unholy gospel to me. Her scent almost makes me drunk with passion, something I’ve never felt before not even with my partner.

They prefer a more relaxed atmosphere while the goddess in-front of me preferred all eyes on her and for the attention I paid she definitely delivered. I’ve been through Dante’s Inferno trying to rescue the love I once had for them but its useless. Her heat coats me in a shell of resistance and makes me stupid for her. She enjoyed watching me drown in her existence, basking in her devilish glory. The trap was set and the fire burned yet I still entered her hell willingly. All my loves flashed before my eyes before abruptly meeting her melting gaze. I’m engulfed in her ritualistic flames knowing the risks.