The first time I saw Vitor was in a friend's photo. This friend we exchanged secrets. Spicy, unimaginable secrets. We exchanged photos, videos of our body parts in the heat of emotion, as if that distance didn't exist. We fell in love with our poetry and freedom. He allowed me everything, he adored my darkest desires. He was capable of driving me crazy without even touching me. For him, I touched myself, and to him, I allowed everything. He revealed his secrets to me, and I loved it. I stimulated and was stimulated. One day, he was hanging out with friends and sent me a photo with a friend that caught my attention. Of course, I didn't tell him at first because I didn't know what his reaction would be. Even though our conversations were full of desire for people who had passed through our lives, this was still present and could cause discomfort. So I kept this desire to myself. Over time, our conversations became even more libertine. Until he went out again with this friend...