I still can’t tell anyone about this, but it happened again. [FM]

Writing that first post really helped me process things, and the advice/support/care I got here was amazing, so here I am again.

So right after that post, I’m still hanging around this sub, alternating between answering some comments and talking to R via whatsapp. He says he’s coming over, that we need to discuss this face to face and that he needs to see me, especially after what happened. That gets me a little on edge–we’re either ending this forever or trying to make something out of it. I agree, he says he’ll be here in thirty minutes or less so I use the time to take a shower and put on a nice little dress. It’s short and tight and white, very simple. I’m not that much into dress although I know this and my previous post is incrimating, but the little fun we had up on that roof left me some bruises.

I can’t tell this to anyone in my real life, but god, I loved it. [FM]

The only reason I’m posting here is because I need to talk to someone. Better yet, I need to tell someone what happened because I can never bring this up in real life.

It happened exactly 12 hours ago and I’m still thinking about it, still shaking all over. I can feel him again and again, I close my eyes and he’s there, his scent is all over me, his voice in my ear, his hands all over.

He’s tall and lean but muscular. He’s got the bluest eyes, teeth white as snow and dark hair. I’m petite, my hair goes down to my waist and my hazel eyes sometimes lock on his blue ones and I can’t look away. We want each other and we can’t be together. We can’t be together because he’s the adopted son of my biological father. The father I only met a year ago and since then, my adoptive brother and I have been falling for one another.