Two days later, I went back to my stepdad’s studio, this time the third time.
His Ink has been on my skin for two days now.
I stood outside the studio. My hand hovered over the door handle. I told myself I was here for the ink and my skin has felt tight since he drew that mark on me.
But that was a lie…. Yes it was…. My mind knew the truth. I only wanted his mesmerising hands on me again.
I just wanted to feel the heat of his skin, wanted the danger and all that came with it.
I looked at my reflection in the glass, I obviously looked like a daughter but I knew within me I'm burning so lost in lust for my own stepdad. Weird right?
He was my mother’s husband and the man I'm forced to call Dad now. Ewwwwrk! My stomach turns.
This is absolutely wrong, I felt it was a sin to see the man
