Acts of desperation: gone wrong!

How ever did a simple act of desperation turn into a momentary addiction? then into a life ruining action?

I only kissed her to shut her up but it never occurred to me that my actions could be consequential.

Her lips were softer than marshmallows, sweeter than candy; she could kiss better than an honour student from a kissing school if ever there was one. Her lips, felt like were built or moulded to fit mine; they worked together perfectly.

At first, my inner consciousness was telling me to back off, to respect the line; but curse my body and mind, we wanted more. I already knew she wanted this and I also knew I shouldn't have encouraged it but fucking hell, I didn't care. I dug my tongue into her mouth, craving to taste more of her, wanting her to stop me; but she gave in more of her instead.

I should've known better.

Because it was like reliving the first night with her all over