This lingerie set will never be yours, nor will it ever be meant for you. As you watch me in this delicate thong, your mind wanders to places it knows it shouldn’t. This lingerie, this body, is reserved for a real man—a man who knows how to satisfy a woman in ways you never could. Does this realization leave you feeling despondent or aroused? Perhaps both, in a twisted blend of hopeless arousal… a reminder that you’re cuckolded, not bedded. You’re used for the limited purpose you serve to me. Stroking to the tantalizing tease of my moans becomes even hotter when you grasp that you’ll never be the cause of them. Being a cuck is alluring when it’s the only role you have. Pussy is an unattainable dream, women are beyond your reach. “I’m cucked, not fucked.” Repeat those words to yourself, staring into the mirror as you stroke. Let them sink into your consciousness, laying the groundwork for acceptance. “I’m cucked, not fucked.”
