Lost Beauty

I've known my wife for almost 20 years. From the first moment we met, I was captivated by your beauty and vivacity. Your passion and innocence illuminated the darkness in my heart. After many trials, you finally became my wife. My darling, thank you! Thank you for choosing to walk this path with me. Even
after many years of marriage, I still remember our first passionate kiss. Your eyes were filled with fear and shyness, which captivated me, and we kissed all night long. I remember the first time we slept together, you said you were giving yourself to me as a birthday present. I was so excited that I almost ejaculated the moment I penetrated you, rushing to the bathroom. I coaxed you into watching porn with me, trying new positions like the lotus position and the doggy style, decoding them one by one. In my youth, I knew nothing of technique, only brute force, thinking that the longer I thrust, the more prowess I proved, and the more pleasure I would give you.
As life's pressures increased and I made many wrong choices, I gradually lost my way. I selfishly chose to escape, leaving the responsibilities of the family entirely to you. I pretended to be busy all day, but actually frequented various pornographic websites, chatting and flirting with strangers, using sexual indulgence to flaunt freedom, and seeking so-called excitement in the virtual world.
Under the guise of being busy, I recklessly exploited your youth. As your radiant beauty slowly faded into a haggard and tired state, I increasingly criticized you for being dull and uninteresting in bed, lacking any sexual desire. I thought my disguise was enough to keep you from noticing, but you never imagined how despicable I could be. When you started to pay attention, all the ugliness was exposed, and when all the lies crumbled, I realized you had been hurt beyond repair. Even so, you endured the pain of being betrayed and helped me return to normal.
Influenced by pornographic films and novels, I had been masturbating for many years, often needing stimulation to have a strong reaction. To this end, you tried all sorts of alluring looks: thongs, see-through nightgowns, maid outfits—you tried them all. Whether at home or in a hotel, you were willing to pose in various sexy ways for private photos. I wanted to see you masturbate, so you massaged your clitoris with a vibrator while I was penetrating you. You walked around the room wearing a metal anal plug and a long tail, and I immediately pounced on you. When you put on nipple clamps and handed me the nylon rope and small whip, I couldn't bear to hit you roughly…
I forgot, forgot that we used to watch porn together, forgot that we did oral sex in the corner of the train station, forgot that I gave you blowjobs in your room, forgot that you were so bold, so passionate about making love with me. Baby, I'm sorry, I actually lost you, so full of passion.
Desire is taking, is possession; if controlled by desire, a person is no different from an animal. Love is giving, is responsibility; use love to find a home for desire, so that the heart is no longer empty and lonely.
Fortunately, we still have love; fortunately, we can still walk hand in hand. I want to train you into the most alluring young woman, the most seductive wife, until the day I can no longer do it. My darling, I love you!

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