🌒 Story: “Shadows of Desire” Sitting on the old garden bench, her skin warm under the sun and the cup still full between her fingers, she knew he was watching her. Not closely. Not with words. But with the restrained gaze of someone who fantasizes in silence. She was wearing the blue dress that he always said made her “incomparable”. And, ironically, that afternoon, she belonged to someone else — although she knew that, in a way, she still belonged to him. He was the one who chose the place, the wine, the perfume. She simply obeyed. Between shadows and light, laughter and touches mingled with the sound of the wind. But what really excited her… was knowing he was there. In the shadows, motionless. Watching. Burning. Because there are men who need to touch. Others, just need to watch to burn deeper. And you? Do you prefer to feel… or watch until the end? And what happened next… he would never forget. Part 2 coming soon. #Cuckold