Yesterday's taboo.

Yesterday's interlude was a dance with danger. A secret rendezvous in a secluded alley, the rain pouring down, her dress soaking wet, clinging to her curves. She was a stranger, a fleeting moment of passion. Her eyes held a challenge, her touch was electric. She whispered naughty promises in your ear, her breath hot and heavy. The memory of her body pressed against yours, of her gasps of pleasure, haunts you still.

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