She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall

Driving in darkness with second thoughts, christ, third thoughts. Reminiscent of other sex charged fears, fears that make the illicit so searing hot, teeth bared, wicked, forbidden, taboo, fucking like that. Of being caught, being discovered, of having your evil put out there for everyone to see. We aren't supposed to be together thrills, and they are thrills. Not here thrills, not this place thrills. And so often it's both, fucking someone you shouldn't somewhere you shouldn't. That just follows doesn't it? Cars, parks, slipping off, exposure heightened frantic suck it, lick it, get it in urgent velvet slide right now sex. Sex with fear has a smell, has a burn and an energy like no other. Remember how it feels? Makes wired seem like a nap. Why is the best ever when they belong to someone else? Tell me it's not. He must not be that much of a friend if I'm fucking his wife. Sweet thing I think she loves me, do I her? But that was before, not this, this is like nothing before. Nothing before. Oh so straight laced probably not even the lace wearing type of married all happy but not content woman. Husband traveling and making decisions that make money so he can just love her to death, which he does, she gets everything she wants except the things she can't tell him she wants. Not even out there enough to pull off playing the chat room slut which just about any good girl who wants to be someone else all secretly can do with a little effort and imagination and fantasy enhancement. Her scent was naive and she reeked of it. I know women who need to be nudged toward where they want to be but this one needed to be pulled up out of a hole with a rope and then shoved along. Say it, dammit, say it. I already know it but say it so you know it too. No, so you own it, tell me it's what you want. And why do you trust me enough cause you do, I know you do and you are so damn lucky it's me here and not someone else because you would trust far too easily. Say it.
"I want to be taken" Say it. "I want to be taken.......rough, forced" Say it. "I want to be.........say it......."raped". No you don't. "I do" In the middle of the night she says, don't tell her which night, one of these three she says, has to be one of these three, he's gone then and the door won't be locked and it has to be late; I have to be sleeping she says I want to lay there and wonder, tonight? And sleep fitful and listen and hear every sound and creak and wonder. You have no idea I say, he won't even call me a whore she said, like I said, you have no idea which is what makes me want it even more she says. So I'm driving in darkness with second, no third thoughts.