I Confess That I Love Watching As Women Are Ravaged By Their Men

I was that girl, Valedictorian, who went to college to study Chemistry. I made friends and lived in a small house with seven other women. And one night I witnessed one of those women in sex with her boyfriend. I watched them from beginning to end. Her body was under his total control. I watched and thought to myself, when that would happen to me? And who would it be?

It was a year later. He was unstoppable, overpowering, if I had resisted it wouldn't have mattered. I regained my senses slowly, looked at him. I knew that I would never again be the same. A year later we got married.

My desires are triggered when I'm close to another woman in the hands of a man who won't release her. If my husband is witness he is a bear with me. I love watching women when their bodies are putty in a man's hands. I love when my husband turns me to putty, and my mind leaves me until I come back to my senses.