Our eyes meet, but we don’t say anything. The tension is incredible. We know that what’s happening is wrong, but our mutual desire is unstoppable.

He gently places his hands on my bare shoulders, still looking at me, and then he bends his head and kisses my neck. His lips against my skin are sublime and the sensation sends shivers up and down my spine. I’m thrilled at what it means; it’s confirmation that I’m irresistible, that he has wanted me all along, that he loves me…

This is an excerpt from the Wicked Ways column at For The Girls, a collection of real-life erotic adventures and female fantasies.