Notes

The Story of a Forbidden Affair
I should have known better than to get involved with my violin teacher. I'd heard the rumors about him, but I didn't believe them. He was so intelligent and talented, and he had such an amazing way with words. How could anything bad come out of spending time with him?

But I was wrong. From the moment we first met, there was something special between us that just couldn't be denied. We would meet after school at the local drugstore and talk for hours about music, life, books – anything and everything under the sun. It felt like we had known each other forever; like nothing else mattered in this world except for us two.

One day, while talking in our usual corner booth of the drugstore, things got heated between us unexpectedly. His eyes were dark as coal when he leaned in close to me and whispered something about sex movies into my ear...and before I knew it we were kissing passionately right there in public! The thrill of being caught only made it more exciting.

After that day we began meeting up regularly after school at the drugstore to make love on its wooden floor amidst boxes full of medicine bottles and bandages while hidden from view behind towering shelves filled with health products from all over the world. We were careful not to leave any trace behind – no telling signs that someone had been there other than ourselves – but still it felt dangerous and forbidden; like our affair could be discovered at any moment by one misstep or careless whisper away from destruction...but strangely enough that's what drove us both even closer together: fear itself became pleasure as every single encounter brought us closer than ever before until eventually we realized how deeply embedded within each other we truly were - soulmates locked in a passionate embrace forevermore despite all odds against us!

It wasn't long before gossip began spreading around town about our secret affair - people talking behind our backs wherever they thought they wouldn't be heard - yet somehow none of them seemed able to actually catch sight of us together so eventually their whispers died down again without consequence…at least for a while anyway…until one fateful night when my parents found out what was going on…

When confronted by my furious father who threatened to call the police if he ever saw me near my violin teacher again let alone speaking to him privately I felt helplessly trapped between doing what’s right or following my heart- ultimately deciding upon running away instead- leaving town without saying goodbye but instead sending a message through friends explaining why I had left so suddenly (telling them only half truths which included mention of sex movies).

Although it hurt terribly missing out on seeing his face everyday knowing deep down inside that this is what’s best for both of us considering our age difference causing unbearable amounts of guilt towards myself as well as those who cared most deeply for me- nevertheless every night when lying awake in bed thoughts always drift back into remembering past times spent together leading me into smiling wide once again despite all pain endured thus far..


And although now living hot sex across different cities never having seen nor spoken directly since then either- still whenever hearing his sweet melodic music playing softly somewhere nearby carrying memories old along its notes carried through airwaves reaching deep inside -allowing brief moments where time stands still allowing nothing else existing beyond these precious seconds feeling fully alive once more ..despite all distance separating….accepting sometimes life takes strange turns making impossible seeming dreams coming true just not quite fitting into society’s strict expectations….in order to do what feels ultimately right…

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