Youthful sin – young, perverted, driven, true innocence does not exist
We were young… and thought we knew everything. But we didn't even know our own bodies—not really. Not as we discovered them later… with trembling fingers, hot gazes, and that greedy curiosity that kept us awake at night. “Innocence” was just a word—one we quickly forgot once we learned how sweet sin could taste. Behind closed doors… in the stuffy car… in the cool grass of the park. Every touch, a theft, every kiss a crime—and us? The willing accomplices… playful, yet already so damn knowing. Because innocence was never the absence of desire… but the lie that we didn't want it. Some lessons are learned early… and some are never forgotten.
