I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and jealousy as I watch her in the shower. The steam rises, creating a hazy, intimate atmosphere. She’s leaning against the tiled wall, her body glistening under the spray. Her movements are fluid, almost hypnotic, as she reaches for the dildo, her fingers wrapping around it with a familiarity that stirs something deep within me. It’s a sight that both arouses and torments me, a reminder of the power she holds over my desires.
Longing for Control
The water cascades down her back, tracing the curves of her body. Her eyes are closed, lost in a world of pleasure that I can only imagine. I wonder what she’s thinking, what fantasies are playing out in her mind. Is she imagining someone else, someone who isn’t me? The thought sends a pang through my chest, but it’s quickly replaced by a surge of desire. I want to be a part of that world, to share in her pleasure, even if it means stepping back and letting her take the lead.
Her Pleasure, My Obsession
As she moves, the dildo glides in and out, a rhythm that’s both mesmerizing and maddening. I can see the tension in her muscles, the way her body responds to every touch. It’s a dance of pleasure, a performance that’s just for her. And yet, I’m drawn into it, unable to look away. Her satisfaction becomes my obsession, a need that consumes me. In this moment, I am her cuckold, her devoted admirer, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.


