seekingAlpha
Adept Cat Herder
- Joined
- Sep 12, 2022
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Over the years, I’ve come to notice a deliciously consistent truth that the deeper a married woman’s kinks run, the more fiercely she aches to step outside her vows to feed them. I’ve met many "happily married" women who, behind closed doors, confess a ravenous hunger for the very things their husbands refuse to give. They crave the tight bite of cuffs around their wrists, the sharp kiss of leather on skin, the low commanding voice that strips away every pretense of control. They dream of being bent over, owned, pushed past polite pleasure into raw, shuddering surrender. But at home, the bedroom stays soft, predictable, loving in all the ways society applauds and they are consistently starved of the intensity they need. Their partners are good men that are attentive, affectionate, and safe. Yet not dominant enough to be willing to pin her down, mark her, and make her beg until she surrenders. So she seeks out someone who understands the tremor in her thighs when the rope gets tight, who knows exactly how long to deny her before granting release, and who can read her body like a novel, and push her further still. The first time she’s truly owned, restrained, teased, and commanded she comes undone in ways she never knew were possible. Every suppressed fantasy floods out and the guilt she feared melts beneath the heat of finally being seen. Once she tastes that kind of power exchange, once she feels the exquisite sting of being utterly possessed, there’s no going back again. The kinkier she is, the more insatiable her desire and the more willing she becomes to slip away again and again, chasing the one thing her marriage can’t provide which is complete and unapologetic surrender.
