I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing, the screen lighting up with a notification from Snapchat. It’s a message from her, Sierra, the woman who’s been both my partner and my tormentor. The image that greets me is one I’ve seen before, but it never fails to stir a mix of emotions. She’s lying on the bed, partially clothed, her body draped in soft shadows. The tattoo on her arm, a symbol of her wild side, catches my eye. I know this photo, taken by someone else, someone who’s been where I’ve never dared to go.
Her Secret World
I can almost hear her laughter, the kind that’s filled with secrets and adventures I’m not part of. The way her arm covers her breast, a teasing hint of what lies beneath, is a reminder of the power she holds over me. The cloth draped over her lower body, a playful tease, speaks volumes about the life she leads when I’m not around. It’s a life of freedom, of pleasure, and of a freedom I can only imagine.
The Cuckold’s Dilemma
As I stare at the image, I’m torn between jealousy and a strange sense of satisfaction. She’s living her truth, exploring her desires, and I’m left to grapple with the consequences. The warm lighting, the intimate setting, it all tells a story of a world I’m not invited to. Yet, here I am, a cuckold, bound by the chains of my own desires, watching her from the sidelines. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, but one I’ve chosen to take, over and over again.


