Nikolai
I can't stop thinking about my wife.
Her hands on my body, the way her skin flushed with desire when she saw me get on my knees before her in the kitchen. How she looked desperate for my touch.
I never considered myself the kind of man who got down on his knees for his lover, but for her, I found myself wanting to worship every inch of her. This need I had burning inside me whenever she was near was maddening.
She controls me in ways I'm sure she hasn't even discovered yet.
Sure, I've slept with other women, but never in my twenty-nine years on this planet did I ever consider ruining a woman the way I want to ruin my wife.
I want to dirty her up, watch her beg, hear her moan my name until she can't take it anymore.
I want to break down every wall she has, stripping her bare
