Innocence personified becomes corrupted in Pure Taboo scenarios where golden hair contrasts with dark desires. Raw, unfiltered and completely unapologetic. Some boundaries are meant to be broken. Resistance is futile once you begin. Your darkest curiosities answered here.
Amy slouched on the couch when the papers hit. Lawsuit. She stormed straight to Carmichael's mansion and found him in the study, drink in hand. She slammed the documents on his desk and told him exactly where he could shove them. He smiled like she'd just offered him dessert. Turns out he'd sued her for one reason: she turned him down at his party, loud enough for everyone to hear. His perfect record of getting whatever he wanted had a crack in it now, and that crack was her. Amy's face burned. She paced, spat every insult she knew, while he leaned back and watched like she was already naked. She finally stopped, breathing hard, and asked what it would take to end this bullshit. Carmichael set his glass down slow. He said it plain. She spreads her legs for him, right now, and the case vanishes. He stepped closer, eyes dragging over her body like he was already inside it. Amy felt the heat rise between her thighs even as rage twisted in her gut. He reached out, brushed her nipple through her shirt with one knuckle, and waited.
Amy slouched on the couch when the papers hit. Lawsuit. She stormed straight to Carmichael's mansion and found him in the study, drink in hand. She slammed the documents on his desk and told him exactly where he could shove them. He smiled like she'd just offered him dessert. Turns out he'd sued her for one reason: she turned him down at his party, loud enough for everyone to hear. His perfect record of getting whatever he wanted had a crack in it now, and that crack was her. Amy's face burned. She paced, spat every insult she knew, while he leaned back and watched like she was already naked. She finally stopped, breathing hard, and asked what it would take to end this bullshit. Carmichael set his glass down slow. He said it plain. She spreads her legs for him, right now, and the case vanishes. He stepped closer, eyes dragging over her body like he was already inside it. Amy felt the heat rise between her thighs even as rage twisted in her gut. He reached out, brushed her nipple through her shirt with one knuckle, and waited.
