The Fetish of the Forbidden: Married Woman The encounter with the forbidden... with that which you know you cannot have completely. The feeling of being chosen by someone who has promised fidelity to another, of touching a body that shouldn't be in your hands. She is in your arms: her scent invades your senses, your lips meet in an intense kiss, your fingers glide over skin that shouldn't be yours. Every touch, every whisper, every sigh of hers is a confirmation that she chose you to satisfy her, even if only for stolen moments. Some confess that the adrenaline of being with a married woman increases even more when there is the sensation of being watched or imagined by the husband. The idea that he sees, or even enjoys seeing, another touching his wife, transforms the pleasure into something even more intense. It's the risk, the game of the forbidden, the tension between what is right and what shouldn't happen. Deep down, it's not just sex; it's the power, the choice, the surrender, and the tension that make every touch unforgettable. And you... have you ever felt this mixture of desire and risk? Have you ever caught yourself fantasizing about touching something you shouldn't, and still being chosen by her? 😏

What began as curiosity became enchantment. I realized that desire has many forms, sometimes through the body, sometimes through the imagination. A fetish arises from the body: it's that detail that awakens something without us fully understanding why. Fantasy comes from the mind: it's the scenario desire creates to feel free. And when the two combine... pleasure takes on meaning. Most of you who speak to me have similar fetishes. Many confess that they are aroused by married women... perhaps because the forbidden awakens something the body understands before reason. And you... have you ever stopped to think about where your desire comes from?

My admirers, I've been missing for a bit, but for a good reason... I was immersed in studies and discoveries that helped me grow. Sometimes I like to disappear and come back more intense, more curious, with new stories to share... Did you miss me as much as I missed you?

I closed my eyes... And there was that dirty, insistent thought. I don't know who planted it... but I know I don't want to pull it out.

Not all perversion is where we imagine it. And you, do you confess or hide it? _____________________________________________

In confession, this priest peppered the boys with questions. The more innocent they seemed, the more intimately he questioned them in the darkness of the small confessional. The kneeling boys could not see the priest sitting inside. His low voice came through a small barred window, asking: “Have you ever had sexual fantasies? Have you thought about women? Have you tried to imagine a naked woman? How do you behave in bed at night? Have you ever touched yourself? Have you ever caressed yourself? What do you do in the morning when you get up? Do you have an erection? Have you ever tried to look at the other boys while they are getting dressed? Or in the shower?” (Anaïs Nin)

Between what I show and what I hide, there is what I am. _____________________________________________