Cucked and Teased: Your Worst Nightmare

AstroDomina

Fleshy BODY VR

The fading evening light painted the room in hues of gold and deep shadow, where the only sound was the frantic rhythm of my own heart. She stood before me, a silhouette of impossible grace, her smile a delicate, cruel curve that promised everything and granted nothing. Her fingers, adorned with cool silver, traced the line of her own collarbone in a slow, absent-minded caress as she spoke of another’s strength, another’s touch. Each whispered word was a soft, deliberate blow, painting vivid pictures of a shared laughter and intimacy from which I was forever barred. I could only watch, my own hands clenched into useless fists, the distance between us feeling like an uncrossable ocean. The scent of her perfume, a blend of night-blooming flowers and spice, filled the air, a fragrant torture that would forever haunt my memories. A single, traitorous tear escaped, tracing a hot path down my cheek, which she observed with a look of gentle, devastating pity. This exquisite agony was my sacred duty, my purpose distilled into this silent, desperate worship. I was the anchor to her flight, the witness to her ecstasy, forever bound in the beautiful, heartbreaking chains of a love that cherished my longing more than my embrace.