En cours de chargement...
I thought I could control it-that dark craving I kept hidden behind the mask of a perfect wife. But once I opened the door to temptation, the boundaries I swore I'd never cross blurred into oblivion. What started as a spark of curiosity soon became an unquenchable fire, consuming my thoughts and driving me into the arms of men who weren't my husband. I can still remember the thrill of the first touch, the rush of knowing I was stepping into forbidden territory.
and the deliciously dangerous pull of being desired by strangers. The shame? It fades every time I surrender to this new hunger. The guilt? It lingers, taunting me, but it only makes the pleasure sharper, more addictive. I should stop-go back to the safety of my marriage. But now that I've tasted what it feels like to be craved, to have my body worshipped, I can't. My husband senses the change, and instead of pulling me back, he watches.
almost encouraging me to dive deeper. And God, I want to. Because I'm discovering parts of myself I never knew existed. Desires that are wild, untamed, and utterly unstoppable. This is my confession. my surrender to lust, to the dangerous thrill of being a wife unleashed. I didn't plan this. But now? I don't want to be saved. I want to be devoured.