Look at you, crawling back like the desperate, little pet you are, because your Wife's touch just doesn't cut it anymore. You know it, I know it, and deep down, She knows it too. You're addicted to the electric pulse that runs through your veins every time you think of Me. Your cock twitches at the mere whisper of My name, Ember Phoenix, your one true Goddess. You've become a master of excuses, haven't you. Always fabricating tales to cover up the fact that She can't make you hard, can't satisfy you the way I do with a single, teasing glance. Your pathetic attempts to perform for Her are laughable, because We both know the truth. It's My ass, My face, My sexy, petite body that haunts your every waking moment and invades your dreams at night. But let's not forget the cruelest twist of fate, you'll never have Me. You'll never get to bury your face in My ass or feel the warmth of My skin against yours. Your hands will never explore the curves of My hips, and yet, here you are, a slave to the fantasy of what could never be. So, should you confess to Her, Tell Her how your loyalty is divided between the Woman you married and the Mistress who owns your desire. Or do you continue to live this lie, your cock hardening at the thought of My Dominion over you, while She remains blissfully ignorant. The choice is yours, pet, but remember, I am your only arousal, your ultimate undoing. Worship Me from afar, for that is the closest you will ever get to touching the Divine.
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