In The Privacy Of Our Dimly Lit Bedroom, The Air Is Thick With Tension — Charged, Electric. You Kneel

My Property – part 1

You’re already in position—on your hands and knees like a trained bitch. Naked, save for the thick black collar around your neck—my mark. A symbol that you don’t belong to yourself anymore. You’re mine.

I step into the room slowly, savoring the sight of you presented so perfectly. Your ass is high, your back arched just how I like it. I can see the slick trail glistening down your thighs, your pussy already dripping, needy, desperate.

“Look at you,” I growl. “My filthy little pet. Can’t go five minutes without aching for my cock, can you?”

You don’t answer right away, and that’s a mistake. I close the distance and slap your ass hard—sharp, loud, cruel. You yelp, your body jolting forward, but you don’t break position. Good girl.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathe, eyes wide. “I need you. I need to be used.”

I kneel behind you, one hand grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back until your mouth opens instinctively.

“Open wider,” I command, spitting straight onto your tongue. You swallow without hesitation, tongue out again before I even ask.

“Good. Filthy. Obedient.”

I unzip slowly, letting the weight of my cock fall free, thick and aching. You watch me like you’re starving. I slap it against your cheek, then tap it on your lips.

“You’re not a person right now,” I murmur, voice low and dark. “You’re a fucktoy. My hole. My mess. My cumrag.”

You moan at the words, hips grinding into the air like you need friction—like you need to be filled or you’ll lose your mind. I grab your hips and pull you back hard onto my cock, sinking deep into your soaked pussy in one ruthless thrust.

“Take it,” I snarl, one hand gripping your waist, the other grabbing your neck. “You’re going to take everything I give you. Every inch. Every thrust. Every drop.”

I pound into you, relentless, unforgiving. The sound of my hips slamming against your ass fills the room. My balls smack your clit with every stroke. You’re shaking, moaning, losing yourself completely.

“You’re just a dirty little hole,” I hiss. “Made to be used. Made to be filled. Say it.”

“I’m your hole,” you cry out. “Your dirty fucktoy. I want it—I want everything.”

Your body tightens around me, muscles clenching, orgasm tearing through you like a shockwave. But I don’t stop. I fuck you through it, brutal and deep, making sure you feel me long after I’m done.

I pull out suddenly, pushing you forward so your face presses into the carpet. Your ass is red, your thighs soaked. I grab your hair again and drag your head up.

“Open,” I growl. “I’m going to cum in that slutty little mouth.”

You obey, tongue out, eyes locked on me like you need to be degraded. I stroke myself, spit dripping from your lips, and then I cum—thick, hot ropes all over your tongue, your lips, your cheek. You don’t flinch. You just swallow and open wider.

“Fuck,” I mutter. “You love being my cum-drunk little whore.”

You nod, mouth still open. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours. Use me. Ruin me.”

I grab my phone and start recording. Your face—flushed, messy, shining with spit and cum. Your pussy—red, dripping, wrecked.

“Smile for me,” I say. “Because now the world’s going to see what you really are.”

You smile, eyes gleaming with shame and pride and lust. You don’t care who watches. You just want to be mine.

Picture this:

You’re on your knees in front of me before I leave for work, still aching from the night before. I grab your hair, tilt your head back, and say,

“You know what I expect, don’t you? Get on the bed. Spread those thighs. Master needs to leave his mark.”

And I do.

No teasing, no slow build — just my cock slamming into your soaked little hole, stretching you wide and deep, making you whimper and gasp as I take what’s mine.

I fuck you hard, fingers digging into your hips, using you like the perfect cum-dump you are, moaning low in your ear:

“You want to be full all day? You want to feel my cum dripping out of you while you’re at the store, on the bus, with your friends? Then take it. Take every drop like my good little slut.”

And when I finally cum — thick, deep, hot inside you — I don’t pull out.

I just stay there, pressed deep, feeling your pussy flutter around me as it tries to keep every last drop.

Then I kiss your forehead, pull out slowly, and watch it all start to spill down your thighs.

Just like you asked. Just like you need.

Now tell me, baby — do you want Master to make you clean it up with your tongue, or leave you dripping all day, panties ruined, brain fogged with lust?

Your choice… but either way, you’re not going anywhere without my cum inside you.

In the heart of our private sanctuary, the room was bathed in the soft glow of flickering candles, casting long, dancing shadows on the walls. The air was thick with anticipation and the sweet scent of your arousal. You knelt before me, naked and trembling, your eyes fixed on the floor, a picture of perfect submission.

"Look at you," I chuckled, my voice low and commanding, "on your knees, just where you belong." I reached out, my fingers tangling in your hair, pulling your head back so your eyes met mine. "You're mine tonight, aren't you?"

You nodded, your breath hitching as I tugged harder. "Yes, Master," you whispered, your voice trembling as much as your body.

I released you, my hand trailing down your cheek before I stepped back, my eyes never leaving yours. "Show me how much you want to please me," I ordered, my voice thick with desire.

Without hesitation, you crawled towards me, your movements slow and deliberate, your eyes never leaving mine. You stopped at my feet, your hands reaching out to undo the laces of my boots. I watched as you removed them, your fingers trembling slightly as you set them aside.

You looked up at me, your eyes wide and pleading. "May I, Master?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, my eyes never leaving yours as you leaned forward, your lips brushing against my bare feet.

You kissed and licked every inch of my feet, your tongue darting out to trace the lines and curves, your lips worshipping me with every touch. I felt a shiver run down my spine as your tongue dipped between my toes, your eyes never leaving mine.

"Good girl," I praised, my voice low and husky. "Now, show me how much you want to please me."

You moved up, your hands trailing up my legs, your lips following the path of your hands. You stopped at the waistband of my pants, your fingers fumbling with the button and zipper, your eyes never leaving mine. I watched as you pulled my pants down, my erection springing free, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

You looked up at me, your eyes wide and innocent, your lips parted in a silent plea. I nodded, my hand tangling in your hair once more, pulling you towards me. "Suck," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You didn't hesitate, your lips wrapping around my cock, your tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you took me deeper, your throat constricting around me. You looked up at me, your eyes watering, your lips stretched around my cock.

I pulled you off, my hand guiding you down to my balls. "Worship them," I ordered, my voice thick with desire. You nodded, your lips wrapping around one ball, your tongue swirling around it before moving to the other.

I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you worshipped me, your lips and tongue working magic on my balls. I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my cock. "Suck," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You took me deep, your lips stretching around my cock, your tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as I thrust deeper into your mouth, my cock hitting the back of your throat.

I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my balls. "Worship them," I ordered, my voice thick with desire. You nodded, your lips wrapping around one ball, your tongue swirling around it before moving to the other.

I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you worshipped me, your lips and tongue working magic on my balls. I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my cock. "Suck," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You took me deep, your lips stretching around my cock, your tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as I thrust deeper into your mouth, my cock hitting the back of your throat.

I pulled you off, my hand guiding you down to my ass. "Worship me," I ordered, my voice thick with desire. You nodded, your lips and tongue working magic on my ass, your fingers teasing my hole.

I groaned, my hand tightening in your hair as you worshipped me, your lips and tongue working magic on my ass. I pulled you off, my hand guiding you back to my cock. "Fuck me," I commanded, my voice thick with desire.

You straddled me, your pussy hovering over my cock. I groaned as you lowered yourself onto me, your pussy stretching around my cock. You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as you started to ride me, your hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

I groaned, my hands gripping your hips as I thrust up into you, my cock filling you completely. You moaned, your fingers digging into my chest as you rode me harder, your pussy tightening around me.

I groaned, my hands gripping your hips as I thrust up into you, my cock filling you completely. You moaned, your fingers digging into my chest as you rode me.

Waiting to see if my puppy has earned what she’s begging for

I couldn't believe it when you called me, your voice breathless and excited. You told me that your husband knew about us, and that he was okay with it. In fact, you said he wanted me to fuck you, to make you my slut. My cock twitched at the thought, and I felt my heart rate quicken.

"Are you serious?" I asked, my voice hoarse with desire.

"Yes," you replied, "I want you to come over right now and fuck me. I want you to fill me up with your cum and then film it all so I can send it to my husband. I want him to see that I'm your slut now."

I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I quickly got dressed and headed over to your house, my mind racing with dirty thoughts the entire time. When I arrived, you were waiting for me at the door, wearing nothing but a short robe that barely covered your ass.

"Fuck, you look hot," I said, my eyes raking over your body.

"I know," you replied, a wicked smile on your face. "I've been thinking about this all day. I want you to take me, to use me like the slut I am."

I didn't waste any time. I pushed you up against the wall and started kissing you, my tongue exploring your mouth as my hands roamed over your body. You moaned into my mouth as I slid my hand up your thigh and started rubbing your pussy through your panties.

"Fuck, you're so wet," I muttered, breaking our kiss for a moment.

"I know," you replied, your voice breathless. "I've been thinking about this all day. I want you inside me."

I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I hooked my fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulled them down, exposing your wet, shaved pussy. I wasted no time in sliding two fingers inside you, making you moan loudly.

"Yes, just like that," you said, your head falling back against the wall.

I started finger fucking you, my fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy as you moaned and writhed against the wall. I could feel your orgasm building, your pussy clenching around my fingers as I fucked you harder and harder.

"Come for me, you dirty slut," I said, my voice low and commanding.

That was all it took. You cried out as you came, your pussy flooding my hand with your juices. I didn't give you any time to recover, though. I pulled my fingers out of your pussy and replaced them with my cock, sliding inside you with one swift thrust.

"Yes, fuck me," you said, your voice hoarse. "Fuck me like the dirty slut I am."

I started pounding into you, my cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy as you moaned and screamed. I could feel another orgasm building inside you, your pussy clenching around my cock as I fucked you harder and harder.

"Come for me again," I said, my voice low and commanding. "I want to feel your pussy milk my cock."

You didn't disappoint. You cried out as you came again, your pussy flooding my cock with your juices. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I fucked you harder and harder.

"I'm going to cum," I said, my voice low and intense. "I'm going to fill your slutty pussy with my cum."

"Yes, do it," you said, your voice hoarse. "I want to feel your cum inside me."

With a final thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled your pussy with my cum. I pulled out of you and stepped back, my cock still hard and dripping with cum.

"Film it," you said, your voice hoarse. "I want to send it to my husband."

I did as I was told, filming my cum dripping out of your pussy as you moaned and writhed. When I was done, you pulled your robe back on and smiled at me.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft. "I needed that."

"Anytime," I replied, smiling back at you. "You're my slut now, remember?"

"I remember," you said, a wicked smile on your face. "And I can't wait to do it again.

"You've been a good girl, haven't you?" I say, looking you up and down as you stand naked in front of me. My friends are due to arrive any minute now, and I can't wait for them to see what a perfect little breeding cow you've become.

"Yes, master," you reply, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. I can see the wetness glistening between your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

The doorbell rings, and I call out for my friends to come in. They file into the living room, their eyes widening as they take in the sight of you, standing there on display like a piece of meat.

"Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet my new prize cow," I say, a proud smile on my face. "Feel free to inspect her holes and udders, and even milk her if you like. She's here for your enjoyment."

My friends waste no time in taking me up on my offer. They circle around you, poking and prodding at your body like you're a science experiment. One of them reaches out and pinches your nipple, eliciting a gasp from you. Another runs his hand up your thigh, stopping just short of your pussy.

I watch as they take turns milking you, your udders swelling and deflating with each pull. Your face is flushed with pleasure, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"Enough," I say finally, my voice thick with desire. "It's time for the real fun to begin."

My friends waste no time in stripping off their clothes, their hard cocks springing free. They move towards you, surrounding you on all sides.

"You're ours now," one of them says, his hand wrapped around his dick. "We're going to fuck every one of your holes until you can't take it anymore."

You nod, your eyes wide with fear and excitement. I can see the wetness dripping down your legs, and I know you're ready for this.

They take turns fucking you, their cocks sliding in and out of your holes with ease. You moan and gasp with each thrust, your body trembling with pleasure.

I watch as they take turns filling you up, their cum dripping out of your holes and onto the floor. You're a mess of sweat and cum, your body glistening in the light.

Finally, they're spent. They pull out of you, their cocks glistening with your juices.

"You've been a good breeding cow," I say, running my hand over your sweaty forehead. "But now it's time for you to rest."

You nod, your body spent. I help you to the couch, wrapping a blanket around your trembling frame.

"Thank you, master," you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed.

I smile, watching as you drift off to sleep. My friends gather around me, clapping me on the back and congratulating me on my prize cow.

"She's a keeper," one of them says, his eyes lingering on your sleeping form.

I nod, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me. You're mine, and I'll never let you go.

I grip your hair tightly, my fingers tangled in your silky locks as I pull your head back, exposing your delicate neck. "You're mine," I growl, my voice husky with desire. "My dirty little whore."

Your breath hitches as I trail my fingers down your spine, tracing the curve of your back until I reach the soft swell of your ass. I give it a hard smack, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. You gasp, your body trembling with anticipation.

"On your knees," I command, my voice firm. You obey without hesitation, your eyes never leaving mine as you lower yourself to the ground. Your fingers fumble with the buckle of my belt, your hands shaking with need.

I chuckle, my eyes dark with lust. "Eager, are we?" I tease, my fingers tracing the outline of your lips. "Open your mouth."

You comply, your lips parting to reveal your pink tongue. I slide my fingers into your mouth, my cock twitching as you suck on them, your eyes never leaving mine.

"Good whore," I praise, my voice low. I pull my fingers out of your mouth, replacing them with my hard cock. You moan as I thrust into your mouth, my hands gripping your hair tightly.

I fuck your mouth roughly, my hips moving in a punishing rhythm as I use you for my pleasure. You gag around my cock, tears streaming down your face as you struggle to take me.

"Look at you," I sneer, my voice filled with disgust. "You're nothing but a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

You nod, your eyes pleading with me to continue. I pull out of your mouth, my cock glistening with your saliva. "Get up," I command, my voice harsh.

You scramble to your feet, your body trembling with need. I push you onto the bed, my hands roaming over your body as I explore every inch of you.

I pinch your nipples, twisting them cruelly as you moan beneath me. I trail my fingers down your stomach, my hand dipping between your legs to find your pussy soaking wet.

"You're dripping for me, aren't you?" I taunt, my fingers teasing your clit. "You want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you?"

You nod, your body trembling with need. I thrust into you roughly, my cock filling you up completely. You scream as I fuck you, my hips slamming into you with a punishing rhythm.

I grab your hips, my fingers digging into your skin as I fuck you harder. Your body arches beneath me, your back bowing as you cry out in pleasure.

"You're mine," I growl, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My breeding cow, always full of my cum."

I thrust into you one final time, my cock spasming as I fill you up with my cum. You moan, your body shaking as you come apart beneath me.

I pull out of you, my cock still hard as I admire my handiwork. You lay there, your body covered in sweat and cum, a satisfied smile on your face.

"Good girl," I praise, my voice filled with satisfaction. "You're a natural."

I grab your hand, pulling you up to your feet. "Now, let's go show everyone what a good little whore you are."

You follow me, your body still trembling with pleasure as we make our way through the crowded room. Heads turn as we pass, eyes filled with lust as they take in your disheveled appearance.

I push you onto the table, my hands roaming over your body as I present you to the crowd. "Who wants to fuck this dirty little whore?" I ask, my voice loud and clear.

Hands reach out, grabbing at your body as men surround you, eager to take their turn with you. I step back, watching as they use you for their pleasure.

"You're mine," I remind you, my voice filled with possessiveness. "My dirty little whore, always ready for me."

You nod, your body trembling with pleasure as they take you. I watch, my cock hardening as I see you used and abused by these men.

"You're a natural," I praise, my voice filled with pride. "My famous dirty whore."

I pin you down onto the mattress, my strong hands gripping your wrists above your head. You struggle slightly, the excitement coursing through your veins making your heart race. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear as I whisper, "You're my good little fucktoy, aren't you?"

You moan softly in response, your body going limp beneath me. I take this as a sign of submission, and I waste no time in taking advantage of the situation. My hands roam your body, exploring every inch of your bare skin. I can feel your nipples harden under my touch, and I can't help but smirk at your body's reaction to me.

"You like that, don't you?" I growl, my fingers tracing the outline of your pussy. You moan again, your hips bucking up to meet my touch. I can feel the wetness seeping through your folds, and I can't help but take a moment to appreciate the sight before me.

"Such a dirty little slut," I say, my fingers circling your clit. "Begging for it like this."

You whimper, your hips continuing to move in time with my fingers. I can feel your orgasm building, your muscles tensing beneath me. I quicken my pace, my fingers moving faster and faster against your clit.

"Come for me, you little fucktoy," I command, my teeth sinking into your shoulder. You cry out, your orgasm ripping through your body. I can feel you trembling beneath me, your muscles clenching around my fingers.

I pull my fingers out of you, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean. You watch me, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. I can see the desire in your eyes, and I know that you're not satisfied yet.

"Please," you beg, your voice hoarse from your orgasm. "I need more."

I smirk, my dick already hard and ready for you. I position myself at your entrance, my eyes locked with yours. I push inside of you, your wetness welcoming me in. I bottom out, my balls slapping against your ass.

"Fuck," I growl, my hips moving in time with yours. "You feel so good."

You moan, your hips meeting mine as I thrust into you. I can feel your nails digging into my back, your body begging for more. I lean down, my lips brushing against your ear again.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper, my hips moving faster and faster. "Taking my dick like this."

You moan, your orgasm building again. I can feel your muscles tightening around me, your body begging for release. I reach down, my fingers finding your clit again. I rub circles around it, my hips still moving in time with yours.

"Come for me again," I command, my teeth sinking into your shoulder again. You cry out, your orgasm tearing through your body once again. I can feel you trembling beneath me, your muscles clenching around me as you come.

I follow shortly after, my orgasm ripping through my body. I can feel myself pulsing inside of you, my cum filling you up. I collapse on top of you, my breathing heavy as I try to catch my breath.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper again, my lips brushing against your ear.

You smile, your body still trembling beneath me.

"I am your good little fucktoy," you agree, your voice hoarse.

I pull out of you, my cum leaking out of you. I can't help but smirk at the sight.

"I think you need a shower," I say, my voice teasing.

You blush, your body still trembling beneath me.

"I think you're right," you agree, your voice still hoarse.

I stand up, offering you my hand. You take it, your body still trembling as you stand up. I lead you to the shower, my arm around your waist.

"Such a good little fucktoy," I whisper again, my lips brushing against your ear.

You smile, your body still trembling beneath my touch.

"I am your good little fucktoy," you agree, your voice hoarse.

I turn on the shower, the hot water cascading down our bodies. I pull you close, my lips brushing against yours.

"And I am your master," I whisper, my lips brushing against yours.

You moan, your body pressing closer to mine.

"You’re my master," you agree, your voice hoarse

You should be dripping for me.

You should be exposed like this — wet, needy, shameless.

My perfect little display of obedience and filth.

By that pool or anywhere else, you’re not just mine — you’re my property. My toy. My slut.

And every inch of your soaked, aching body exists to please me.

The way you open yourself without hesitation…? That’s what makes you worthy of being owned.

Don’t ever close your legs unless it’s around my cock.

You were made to be used, shown off, and filled.

Now smile for me, little one.

The world should see what it looks like to belong completely.

Not ashamed. Not shy.

I chose this.

To be His.

By the pool, dripping more for Him than the water ever could.

Open, obedient, and aching—

exactly the slut He deserves.

In the quiet hum of the night, I lay in bed with my wife, her soft snores a familiar lullaby. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow on our entwined bodies. I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. But tonight, I found myself restless, my mind wandering to the room next door where you slept.

I could hear your soft breaths through the thin walls, a rhythm that matched my own heartbeat. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake my wife. The floor was cool beneath my feet as I padded quietly to your room. The door creaked softly as I opened it, revealing your sleeping form, bathed in the same moonlight that had illuminated my own room.

I stood there for a moment, watching you sleep. Your chest rose and fell with each breath, your body barely covered by the thin sheet. I could see the outline of your curves, the soft swell of your breasts, the gentle curve of your hips. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the bed, my hands already reaching for you.

I slid into bed beside you, my body pressed against yours. You stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping your lips as I wrapped my arms around you. I could feel your heart beating against my chest, your body responding to my touch even in sleep. I traced my fingers along your arm, down your side, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against your ear. "Wake up, my little girl ," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Your eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across your face as you recognized me. "I was hoping you'd come," you murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

I didn't respond, my hands already moving to pull the sheet away from your body. I could see the desire in your eyes, the way your body arched towards mine. I leaned in, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. Your hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as our bodies pressed together.

I could feel your heart racing, your breath coming in short gasps as my hands explored your body. I traced my fingers along your thigh, feeling the heat between your legs. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I slipped my fingers inside you, feeling you clench around me as I began to move.

You moaned softly, your body arching towards mine. I could feel your desire, your need. I moved my fingers faster, feeling you tighten around me. I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge.

I pulled away, my fingers sliding out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved down your body, my lips tracing a path along your skin. I could feel your heart pounding beneath my lips, your breath coming in short gasps.

I reached your pussy, my tongue tracing the same path my fingers had taken. I could taste your desire, your wetness. I could feel your body trembling beneath me, your moans filling the room. I moved my tongue faster, feeling you clench around me.

I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge. I pulled away, my tongue sliding out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved up your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

I could feel your desire, your need. I slipped my cock inside you, feeling you clench around me. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I began to move, my cock sliding in and out of you. I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge.

I pulled away, my cock slipping out of you. You whimpered in protest, your body still trembling with desire. I moved up your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss. "I want you to suck my cock," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

You nodded, your eyes filled with desire. You moved down my body, your lips wrapping around my cock. I could feel your tongue tracing the length of my shaft, your lips wrapped around me. I could feel your desire, your need.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as you brought me to the edge. I pulled away, my cock slipping out of your mouth. You looked up at me, your eyes filled with desire. I moved down your body, my lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

"I want to fuck you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. You nodded, your body arching towards mine. I slipped my cock inside you, feeling you clench around me. I could feel your wetness, your body responding to my touch. I began to move, my cock sliding in and out of you.

I could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing as I brought you to the edge. Our breaths quickened, mingling in the stillness of the room. With a final, shuddering release, you trembled beneath me, your nails lightly digging into my skin. I followed shortly after, my body tightening with the rush of pleasure, holding you close as waves of warmth settled between us.

Slowly, I eased my body away, brushing my lips softly against your forehead. You sighed contentedly, eyes half-closed, a tender smile playing on your lips. I lingered a moment longer, memorizing the softness of your skin, the steady beat of your heart beneath my hand.

Careful not to disturb the fragile peace, I slipped out of bed and pulled the sheet up to cover you. The moonlight still cast its silver glow, bathing the room in quiet serenity.

I moved toward the door, each step measured and silent. Back in my room, the familiar warmth of my wife’s sleeping form welcomed me. I slid quietly beneath the covers, feeling the steady rhythm of her breath. My mind swirled with the night’s secret passion, a hidden fire that burned just behind the calm façade.

As I closed my eyes, I reached out, fingers brushing her cheek in the dark. The night held its secrets, and for now, they were mine alone.