I can still feel the way he stretched me, the way his cock filled me in ways you never could. I’m sitting here, legs crossed, trying to forget the way he made me feel, but it’s impossible. The memory of his hands on my body, his breath in my ear, it’s all too fresh. I can see it in your eyes, the jealousy, the desire to know. But I won’t tell you the details, not yet. Let’s just say, he knows how to use every inch of himself, and I’m left wanting more. The corset I’m wearing now, it’s a reminder of what I’ve been through, of the pleasure I’ve experienced. It’s a tease, a promise of what’s to come. And I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I tell you everything.
