It occurred to me that my illness may be making me feel naughtier as I willfully pulled him closer to me.

Despite the murkiness of my judgment, I had no choice but to throw caution to the wind. I gave into his bold kiss and pressed my soft lips to his. He cradled my head in his left hand as his mouth melded with mine. I whimpered as he petted me.

Though I was losing myself in the moment, I held tightly onto the thought that I refused to be another man's plaything. It ...