EMERALD'S POV
I AM REALLY in a rage. I no longer stopped the man from what he wanted to do to me. There's something about him that I can't explain. Why am I not afraid of him taking advantage of my drunkenness and weakness? Why I did not scream in fear to ask for help and why I let him do this thing to me, which I used to fear.
I don't know why I seem to get burned by the young man's kisses. This is not my first time to be kissed by someone. But this is the first time I let a stranger take advantage of my temptation.
I can't blame him nor blame myself. He is a good kisser and I am feeling that I am not just satisfied with his kisses. I want more. I want more than this.
His kisses are f*****g excellent!
Passionate…
Extraordinary…
It is burning!
The man continued to kiss and it was s
