I've been told it's wrong to want to fuck strangers.

You catch yourself staring at this milf like every rule you were raised with just dissolved.

You feel the pull before your brain catches up — something raw and immediate, the kind of want that skips past polite and lands somewhere honest. You notice the way your pulse changes, how your attention narrows until nothing else in the room registers. You recognize this feeling as the one people call wrong because they've never been brave enough to admit they share it.

You already know you'd cross every room, break every unspoken rule, just to get closer to what's making your hands restless right now.