Forbidden Cravings

I stood there on the sidewalk, the hum of the city buzzing around me, but my head was somewhere else. My name's Ezra. That's who I am—or at least who I've pieced together over the years.

My dad ditched me when I was just a kid, too young to really get what was happening. I never even met my mom, never saw her face, not once. Memories of family? Barely there. Just fuzzy scraps—half a laugh, maybe the shape of his shadow walking away. I don't even know what he looks like anymore. His face is gone, wiped clean from my mind. If he passed me on the street today, I'd probably just keep walking, no clue who he was.

Then there's Aeri. She's the one who found me—some kid on the side of the road, dirty and lost—and took me in. Back then, I called her Mom. It made sense, you know? She fed me, patched up my scraped knees, taught me how to tie my shoes. But as I got older, something shifted. I started seeing her different—not as some elder looking out for me, but as... more.

She wasn't just the woman who raised me anymore. She was the person I wanted by my side, the one I couldn't imagine life without. Today, I laid it all out there—told her I loved her, kissed her, held her like I'd been wanting to forever. I felt her smooth naked body, her large boobs, hardened nipples that I tasted and those silky thighs where I placed myself in between and the pink glistening pussy of her and how warm her inside walls felt in that moment..her moans as I fucked her..I can't get over any of it.

We made out, right there in her kitchen, then her bedroom. It was real, messy, everything I'd been holding in. But her feelings? I'm not sure where she stands yet. I hope she feels something back, even a fraction of what's burning me up inside.

I love her. More than anything. Sincerely, respectfully, all of it. I want to give her the world—take care of her, make her laugh, keep her safe. But half the time, I feel so damn powerless. Like no matter how hard I try, I'm stuck, hands tied, watching life slip by.

And I've got secrets. Two big ones I'm keeping from her—from everyone, really. They sit heavy in my chest, like rocks I can't shake loose. The first one? I don't actually work as a website designer. I mean, I did the course, got the certificate, even started a gig. Sat at a desk, coded pages, the whole deal. But the pay? It was a joke. Peanuts.

Nowhere near enough to build the kind of life I want for Aeri—for us. I couldn't look at her every day, knowing I was scraping by on that, pretending it was fine. So I walked away from it. She doesn't know. Thinks I'm still out there designing sites for clients, cashing checks that'll keep us comfortable. And I let her think it, because the truth... it's uglier than that.

The city roared around me—horns blaring, people shouting—but I just stood there, staring at the black building in front of me, those gold letters glinting in the sun. "Heaven's Feel Brothel" My real job.

My second secret was tied up inside me, but that's a story for another moment. Right now, all I could think about was Aeri, the feel of her hands on me, the way her voice shook when she said my name. I'd do anything for her. Anything. Even if it meant hiding pieces of myself to keep her close.

It was one of those chilly evenings last year. I was walking down a quiet road, hands shoved deep in my pockets, my boots scuffing the pavement. The streetlights flickered overhead, casting long shadows that stretched out like they were chasing me.