This happened last year, but I still can’t get it out of my mind especially that one moment.

We were having sex, completely lost in each other, when he dropped a bombshell. He confessed that he had shared some of our intimate photos with his best friend. At first, I didn’t fully grasp it. Then he clarified: "Your photos, close-ups of you. I wanted to see his reaction."

My heart skipped a beat. I should have felt betrayed, angry… but instead, something else entirely took over. Heat, a shiver, something deeply forbidden. And as he kept looking into my eyes, explaining how it turned him on to know his best friend had seen me, my legs began to shake.

Then my mind spiraled. I started imagining. What would his best friend think if he saw me like this, moaning, begging? What would he do to me if he had the chance? Would he hold me down, take me in ways that even my boyfriend hasn’t? I pictured him losing control, grabbing me, making me feel like I existed only for his pleasure. The thought hit me like a wave, raw, animalistic.

I came. Right there, in his arms, as all these fantasies flooded my mind. It wasn’t planned; I didn’t even know this could excite me. But the fact that my boyfriend had crossed that line, that he had exposed me in such a bold and intimate way it completely consumed me.

Afterward, he asked if I was upset. I told him, breathless, that I liked the idea. I even pushed further: "Would you want him to do more than just look?" He stared at me, surprised, hesitant. "Maybe, if that’s something you’d want too…"

Since then, I can’t stop thinking about that confession. Every time we visit his best friend, it’s all I can think about. I wonder how he sees me now, what he might have imagined, what he might want. And that thought, it never lets me go.