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A red dress, no panties, a guy, and my husband watching.
My husband knew that guy was going to fuck me because I wasn’t wearing any panties.
A Dress That Whispers Desires
Have you ever felt like the very air caresses you with hidden intentions? I stand in front of the mirror, the red dress falling like a whisper over my skin, and think: Is this what I want to show the world tonight? It’s not just fabric, it’s not just a reflection. It’s a declaration, a flag waving on a battlefield where desire and doubt clash without rules. My husband, Tomás, sits in the armchair across the room, a glass of something amber in his hand, watching me. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes… his eyes are an open book I dare not fully read. This night isn’t just ours. There’s someone else in the equation, someone who doesn’t yet have a face, but whose weight I already feel in my chest.
I live in a world where neon lights flicker with promises of a future that never quite arrives. The streets of this city, with its skyscrapers that seem to touch the…
