Fucked Up Nights and Unholy Desires

I still can’t believe I let myself get caught up in that wild night with you, my so-called ‘father’. It was like we both had a pact to unleash our deepest, darkest desires. The way you looked at me, the way I looked at you… it was like the whole world had come to a standstill. And then, without warning, we both just gave in to our basest instincts. It was like our bodies had a mind of their own, and all I could think was, ‘this is it, this is the moment I’ve been waiting for’. And when it was all over, we just lay there, panting, our bodies entwined, and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

People often say that I’m a rebel, that I don’t play by the rules, but what they don’t know is that I’ve been harboring these feelings for you for years. I’ve tried to suppress them, to push them down, but they always manage to resurface. And that night, it was like the dam had burst, and all the pent-up emotions just spilled out. I know it’s wrong, I know it’s taboo, but I couldn’t help myself. And when you looked at me with those piercing eyes, I knew that you felt the same way. It was like we were two souls, connected by an unbreakable bond, and nothing could ever tear us apart.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that I’m some kind of messed-up, twisted individual, and maybe you’re right. But the truth is, I’m just a human being, with desires and needs, just like everyone else. And that night, we both gave in to those desires, and it was the most liberating, the most exhilarating experience of my life. And even though it’s over now, and we have to go back to pretending that nothing happened, I know that it’s changed me, changed us, forever.