Land of fantasy her wish my heart

In our purest forms of desire, she surrendered, whether to me or to her own longings, the world will know and bear witness.

She wanted only me, but I planted a seed within her, making her desire someone else simultaneously. Her deepest guilt, however, prevented her from accepting this until the day it finally happened.

In that very moment, she realized she could open up, and since then, we have drawn closer, bound by the mysterious land of our bodies that yearns for connection, transcending race, creed, and color. It simply seeks others and embraces whatever unfolds.

She was exhausted, worn out by my pushing her away. If things had been good, she wouldn't have dared to think or even consider someone else. She knew someone, and they were eager to meet her. Her mind and body struggled to adjust before his arrival.

She feigned tiredness, tension, as if the world was ending. She allowed that man to care for her, to heal her, placing his hands on her heart and sitting in silence with her. It was in this moment that her darkest desires emerged, her eyes closed.

She probably thought of me, wondering how this could happen with me. But now, with this man near, his scent a breath of fresh air despite his smoking, she was ready to play by her own rules.

The man stirred her deepest desires, yet she begged me, "Let me be free, let me taste him." I told her to do as she wished, and she wanted me to control her, possess her, reminding her that she belonged to me alone. As she explored herself with that man, nothing explicit occurred, but in her mind, she was fully his. If he had shown any urgency, she would have been laid bare, ready for him to take control.

Afterward, she cried, seeking my attention, believing her actions were a grave mistake. Yet, deep down, she thought it was fine. For the next time, I told her she could ride him and taste him, but for now, she must learn to control her desires and make men chase her.

Thank you, my dear love.