Good Girl

Her dark desires

Irene

The car purrs to a stop outside the tube station, its familiar facade looming ahead like a gateway back into the chaos of the city. I take a deep breath, forcing myself to steady my racing heart, and turn to Benjamin, who’s already looking at me with that same curious intensity.

“Here we are,” he says, his voice laced with a hint of regret. “I hope you have a good day… be careful, I want you to get home safely.”

“Thank you for everything,” I reply, my words tumbling out in a rush. “I really appreciate it.” I can’t help but smile at him, and for a fleeting moment, I wish I didn’t have to step out of the warmth of his car.

He nods, his gaze lingering on me, and I feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. There’s something electric about the way he looks at me, and it stirs an unfamiliar longing deep within. I reach for the door, my fingers brushing against his one last time, and a jolt of heat courses through me.

“Take care, Irene,” he says, a soft plea in his voice, and I can’t help but feel that he wants to say more. But the moment passes, and I swing the door open, stepping into the brisk morning air.

As I walk towards the entrance of the station, I glance back one last time, catching the way his eyes linger on me. There’s a magnetic pull that tugs at something deep inside me, something forbidden. I shake my head, trying to dispel the thoughts swirling inside me. I can’t get lost in this… this attraction, this temptation.

Inside, the tube station is bustling with commuters, the air thick with the scent of coffee and the low hum of conversation. I weave through the crowd, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Benjamin. There’s something about him that captivates me like no other man… the way he moves, the strength in his voice, and the way he made me feel safe when I had every reason to be afraid.

Yet, beneath that safety lies an undeniable thrill, a whisper of danger. I can picture him leaning closer, the heat of his body against mine, the way his breath would quicken as he draws me in. My heart races at the thought, an intoxicating mix of desire and fear.

I step onto the platform, the train’s arrival echoing through the tunnel, and I’m caught in the sea of bodies pushing forward. The carriage is packed, every inch filled with strangers, and I find myself jostled against a man who barely notices me. The closeness of the crowd sends a shiver down my spine, and my mind races back to Benjamin.

What would it have felt like if he had taken advantage of me? As always the thought sends a rush of heat through my body. I can imagine the thrill of surrender, the sweet danger of losing control. My breath hitches in my throat, and I shift slightly, feeling a new heat pooling low in my belly. I know it is weird, some might even say wrong that the idea turns me on, but I refuse to feel bad about my fantasies.

My cheeks flush as I think about how easily he could have claimed me… how much I would have wanted it. I can picture his hands on my body, exploring every curve, every inch of skin… how I would be unable to stop him. My head spins with the possibilities, and suddenly, the crowded tube feels suffocating, electric with an energy I can’t ignore.

The train lurches forward, and I’m jolted closer to the stranger beside me. The heat of his body is overwhelming, but it’s not his presence that ignites my imagination; it’s Benjamin’s face that fills my mind. I can almost feel his lips brushing against mine, the low rumble of his voice whispering promises that set my skin alight.

“God, what are you doing to me?” I murmur under my breath, barely aware of the people around me. The need surges within me, a powerful craving I can’t ignore. I feel the familiar ache of desire, and it’s overwhelming, consuming.

I close my eyes, leaning against the cool metal pole, and surrender to the fantasy. My mind races with thoughts of him: the way his tattoo winds up his arm, the strength in his shoulders, and the way he looked at me last night… like I was the only person in the world. I want to feel him, to taste that danger that simmers just beneath the surface.

The train rattles onward, and I imagine his hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer as he kisses me deep and slow. My breath quickens, and I can feel the heat pooling between my legs, a delicious, throbbing need that demands to be satisfied.

“Ugh,” I whisper, feeling the pressure build, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I can’t deny it any longer; I crave that intimacy, that connection, even if it’s just a fantasy. I picture him pressing me against the wall, his body enveloping me, as I lose myself in the moment, the world around me fading into oblivion.

I spread my legs slightly, letting the pole slip in between them, relaxing my body to sway with the movements of the train, my heated center slowly rubbing against the pole. The idea that people are all around me, their bodies touching mine, the thought that they might realise what I am doing, only adds to my arousal.

Behind my closed eyelids I imagine Benjamin having his way with me, the way so many men has tried to. Every nerve end is on fire and I struggle not to moan out loud or in other way reveal what I am doing.

As the train jerks to a stop, I open my eyes, breathless and flushed, realising a young man is looking intently at me… damn.

I quickly step off the train, shaking my head, trying to ground myself in reality. But the lingering thoughts of Benjamin follow me, a tantalizing reminder of what could be… or what I might never allow to happen.

I push through the crowd, desperate for some distance from the flush of desire coursing through my veins. But even as I move away, I know one thing for certain: I can’t stop thinking about him. And no matter how hard I try to resist, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if I allowed myself to fall into the mystery of Benjamin.