I’m here, watching her, as she lies on the couch, her body partially exposed, a blue and black lacy garment barely covering her. Her legs are bent, knees slightly raised, and her head rests on her hand. The soft lighting casts shadows that dance across her skin, highlighting the curves and lines of her body. She’s not looking at me, but through me, lost in a world of her own desires. And I know, in this moment, that she’s imagining something else, someone else. Her words echo in my mind, ‘If you really want me to, I’ll let some guy fuck me from behind while I suck and drool all over your dick.’ It’s a statement, a promise, a threat. I’m the cuckold, the one left to watch, to wait, to wonder. It’s a role I’ve chosen, a path I’ve walked, and now, I’m here, in this room, with her, with her desires, with my reality.
Her Words, My Reality: The Cuckold’s Dilemma
But it’s not just about the act, it’s about the power, the control, the submission. She’s the one in charge, the one who decides, the one who dictates the terms. And I’m here, watching, waiting, wondering. The couch, a brown, worn-out piece of furniture, is a witness to our dynamics, to our desires, to our realities. The pillows, scattered around, seem to whisper secrets of past encounters, of future possibilities. The room is quiet, the only sound is the soft hum of the air conditioner, a gentle reminder of the world outside, a world that doesn’t know, doesn’t care, doesn’t understand. And I’m here, in this room, with her, with her desires, with my reality.She’s not just a woman on a couch, she’s a goddess, a queen, a mistress. And I’m her subject, her servant, her cuckold. Her words, her actions, her desires, they all define me, shape me, control me. And I’m okay with that. I’m okay with being the cuckold, with being the one left to watch, to wait, to wonder. Because in this moment, in this room, with her, with her desires, with my reality, I’m exactly where I want to be.
