Chapter 1 - No Turning Back
In the quiet of the evening, sitting with her legs crossed, topless, she whispered to him “I have a confession to make” She leaned back scanning his face for an indication of emotion. Nothing. He thought to himself, “what could she have done that she needs to confess? Is she going to leave me? If she does it doesn’t matter.” His despair was not visible to anyone but his mind. The years of emotional abuse from his mother had internalized the damage that women can do to his own belief about his self worth.
He took a moment to look down and collect his thoughts, smiled a half smile, and asked “what’s that baby?” gazing into her eyes and then down at her naked breasts, he couldn’t help but feel a primal desire for pleasure in that moment. She grabbed her luscious breasts, pushed them together and bit her lip, “I’ve been … a good girl” she tricked him with her body and felt a rush of power come back to her after all the power she had lost through years of sexual and physical abuse by her boyfriends. He wasn’t her boyfriend, but they were having fun doing whatever they pleased in whatever way pleased them both. She knew in some depth of her soul that he was damaged and wouldn’t open up about it just yet. Just as he knew the depth of her damage without knowing what it was about or how it happened. He started to feel something deeper than lust.
