The pink shirt hugs her curves, and those shorts… they’re barely there. I can almost feel the fabric, so thin it’s like a whisper against her skin. Anna’s got her hands on her hips, a pose that says ‘look at me.’ And I do. I can’t help it. She’s got that power, that pull that makes me want to obey.
Mike’s Choice: A Cuckold’s Humiliation
Mike helped her pick it out. Of course he did. He knows exactly how to push my buttons, how to make me ache with desire and jealousy all at once. The way she stands there, so confident, so sure of her effect on me… it’s like she’s wearing his approval like a badge. And I’m the one left to admire it, to want it, to need it.

