It started as all things do, once upon a time with innocent intentions and a dark turn. A spoken word and a mislaid curse, or perhaps they both just really needed a good lay.

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He was a stepfather, to her, but as her mother decided to strumpet about town after 5 years, She felt she couldn't support that and he was such a lovely man really. He took care of her and made sure she got into the best school, even offered to pay for the first few years while she worked towards her degree. So when she decided to stay at home and go to the local college he was more than happy to have her around to help around the house and cook and clean. One night over a bottle or two of wine. A song came on the speakers and he offered his hand to her to dance.

A tall man at 6'3" she felt able to follow his lead and lay her head on his shoulder as they swayed. His hands found their way up and down her back in a comforting manner and she realized this was more than just massaging her cares away. It was his way of showing her the promise of love that had been so fleeting in her young life. She felt swept up in the moment and looked up and gently met his lips with hers.

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In a moment what was soft and sweet and innocent became need desire and exploring hands. Bodies seeking the pleasure of new love and shared skin. His kisses stealing her breath. Her beauty spinning a spell deeper than any he had ever known. They made love next to the fireplace and for the first time in either of their lives. There was a sense of completeness that had never been truer or purer.

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If only her mother hadn't picked that exact moment to try to reconcile a lost cause. He scampered out of the room as he heard the key turn in the lock and she found her way to her own bed and listened to him tell her how much she had ruined him. How empty he felt. How betrayed. She longed to tell him those days were long gone. That she would hold and heal him in her sweet embrace. She left as quickly as she came. Leaving him feeling like he had taken advantage of her. The melancholy of old wounds settling about him like the return of the falling leaves in autumn.

Now they find themselves sharing this longing, but living in denial of that one perfect night. Would she go to him, tell him she loved him and share in the new possibilities? Would he go to her, knowing he was damned in his desires only to find her welcoming? Is it a healing love or a shared sin? I'd love to find out with you.

Looking for something a little more on the romantic side but open to something a little harder.

Kinklist is here I prefer Reddit chat or PM but could be open to discord. Looking for someone who is open to being a giving partner. I promise to be the same.