Memory floods back, vivid and raw. I’m alone, hand wrapped around my cock, eyes closed, but the image of her is seared into my mind. She’s on her knees, leopard print top barely containing her tits, black underwear hugging her curves. Her face is neutral, but her eyes… they’re piercing, challenging. I can almost hear her voice, low and sultry, ‘Do you ever picture me with other men?’ And I do. I fucking do. Her with some stranger, his hands all over her, her moans filling the room. It’s a fantasy that haunts me, excites me, torments me. I’m a cuckold, and she’s the queen of my desires.
Her Tease, My Obsession
The room is a blur, but she’s in focus. Her body, her expression, the way she commands the space. It’s a living room, but it might as well be a stage. She’s the star, and I’m the audience, captivated, unable to look away. Her tease is deliberate, calculated. She knows the power she holds, the control she wields. And I’m at her mercy, always. Her words echo in my mind, ‘Do you ever picture me with other men?’ It’s a question that cuts deep, stirs something primal. I’m hard, aching, desperate for release. But it’s not just physical. It’s emotional, psychological. She’s in my head, under my skin, a constant presence. I’m a cuckold, and she’s my world. Her fantasies, her desires, they’re my obsession. I picture her with others, their cocks in her mouth, her pussy, her ass. I imagine the sounds, the smells, the sensations. It’s a torment, a pleasure, a never-ending cycle. And I’m hooked, addicted, unable to escape. She’s my everything, my nothing, my all. Her tease, her control, her power… it’s intoxicating. I’m lost in her, drowning in her, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
