(F23) I always thought my relationship was enough. It’s stable, loving, and calm. A “normal” relationship, as people often say. But inside me, there’s something that’s never been so peaceful. A desire that pulses—sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly—begging to be heard.

For years, I’ve kept this longing hidden in the dark corners of my mind, afraid that, if discovered, it could destroy everything I’ve built. But it has never gone away. It’s like a secret locked in a drawer, carrying the scent of leather, steel, and power.

Sometimes, in the silence of the night, I find myself imagining scenes that could never happen between us. He likes sex to be simple, spontaneous, full of affection. And me? I dream of whispered commands, the tension of complete surrender, the thrill of giving up control.