Burying His Desires (Taboo Erotica) - Plot & Excerpts
It was because I couldn’t bear to look myself in the eyes, though. Not because I knew I probably looked like hell after all the crying. Mom’s funeral was later that day, so I forced myself to at least look presentable, to honor her memory if nothing else. And how far do you think fucking Dad goes toward honoring Mom’s memory, huh? I glared at myself as I smeared concealer beneath my eyelids to hide the worst of my guilt. Another voice tried to rationalize, telling me that we were only grieving and finding solace in each other’s arms. Mom had been such a big part of our lives. She was the star we both revolved around in our different ways, and without her gravitational pull keeping us moving, we simply crashed together. I just hoped we didn’t destroy each other in the process. Flashbacks from the night before echoed through my mind as I dressed. My nipples hardened under the lace of my bra in memory of his touch, and my panties immediately felt a little moist, even though I’d just bathed and had dried off thoroughly.
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