Check out chapter one to have a better understanding of the story. It's a surreal, psychosexual ride. A slow burn.
In chapter one, Lilith, Adam's stepmother had seen something she can't unsee. And she secretly wants to see more of it.
A primal hunger aches inside her and it's pulling her somewhere. Where?
The Red Room is the mysterious force behind her forbidden obsession. This is just the beginning of a taboo desire unfurling.
All characters are 18 or older.
CHAPTER 2: THE UNRAVELING
Let me take you,
to heaven, to hell
where the lines are blurred between
pleasure and pain,
where we are both bound and free.
Let me show you
the Red Room.
She couldn't keep feeding this suffocating hunger that was growing inside of her.
The Red Room had begun to pulse through her blood, like an obsession. And the more she tried to resist it, the more she felt it's all consuming grip. It was a hot whisper on her neck, amplifying her insatiable appetite.
The Red Room lingered in Lilith's mind even when she wasn't dreaming of it. Right below her unconscious, crawling to the surface.
One evening, she found herself in his Adam's room, trying to look for a poem he shared with her the other day. Something beautiful and raw about longing. Her eyes were drawn to the open notebook on the desk. It was like an instinct, something alluring, pulling her to it. She flipped it open, her fingers were slightly shaking as they traced the ink on the page. Instead she found something else that struck a nerve.
A poem titled, "The Red Room."
She felt her pulse speed up, her eyes scanning the words. The words resonated within her. They somewhat mirrored her experiences treading the threshold of the mysterious red room.
When Adam came into his room, he caught her reading. He raised his eyebrow out of confusion. A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.
"What are you doing?" He paused when he saw the notebook.
Lilith closed the book slowly, goosebumps still pricked her skin, from what could be considered a spiritual contact.
"I was looking for that poem you read to me,"
"But this...the Red Room. What inspired this poem?"
Adam hesitated before answering her. He was choosing his words carefully, but there was a certain vulnerability in his eyes.
"I...um...well." He scratched his nose; feeling nervous.
"The Red Room came to me in a dream. I don't know why I wrote it. It felt like something was guiding my hand. If that makes sense."
Lilith knew what he meant. It took your hand and carried you away like a mad gust of wind.
She could feel it right now gnawing at her like some carnal creature.
Lilith couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper and profound was at play. Something beyond dreams or nightmares. What could it be?
The next evening, Lilith's mind still swirled with thoughts of Adams dream inspired poem. As she was walking down the hall, she heard something from his bedroom. A low, repetitive sound, followed by an exhale.
This repetitive rhythm wasn't unfamiliar to her ears. She had been in the company of men many times, and knew the sounds, the actions that contributed to the soft and steady rhythm. But she wasn't prepared for this. She wasn't prepared to see him so raw and exposed.
Adam was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body tight, his hand moving steadily around his cock. His eyes were closed, lost in whatever fantasy he was imagining, unaware of her presence. It was a private act that no one should have interrupted. Especially his step mother. But Lilith found herself watching, unable to look away or leave.
It was like that time before when she saw his bare skin in bathroom. This time he was pleasing himself. Unaware it teased her and started an erotic and taboo domino effect.
It reminded her of the dreams she had in the red room. Where she had caressed his throbbing cock tenderly and passionately.
The awkwardness of the moment settled between them like a mist in a vast field, and she felt an uncomfortable surge of heat rise below.
When he opened his eyes and saw her standing there, everything froze.
"Lilith.." he said, his voice stiff and tensed, his face flushed with uncomfortable embarrassment. He pulled his hand away quickly, as if he was filled with shame. "I didn't expect..."
A step mom isn't suppose to see her step son relieve himself. And a step mom is never suppose to dream of stroking her step sons robust cock. Or pray for him to spray his seed unto her tongue and her fertile body.
"I didn't mean to interrupt," she finally managed to say, her voice barely a whisper.
