My desire was simply to explore the aged trams, to absorb their weathered beauty and the stories they held. My boyfriend, as always, was engrossed in his photography, lost in his own thoughts. Suddenly, he appeared. Quiet. All-consuming. His gaze, like that of a hunter, held no queries, only assertions. "Want to see a genuine tram?" he inquired. "Mine." I obeyed instinctively. The moment the doors shut, his hands were on me, pressing me against the frigid metal. I felt no resistance. I refused to resist. The heat within me intensified, consuming everything else - my boyfriend, my values, even my sense of self. The experience escalated at his apartment, where I surrendered without reservation. There was no guilt, no second thought, only the unadulterated, scorching pleasure that engulfed me. And for the first time, it felt undeniably right.

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