I'd like to share one of my fantasies. Carl knows about it.

For a period of time, a fantasy lingered in the recesses of my mind, awakening a hidden desire deep within me. It remained buried inside me, a private longing, growing stronger over time. All of this began on those nights when my husband was not at home; during those long and lonely nights, I longed for the kind of connection that only he could offer.

When he was away, I used a substitute - a thick and smooth lubricant - to simulate the pleasure he would experience during ejaculation. I would use it during the climax, imagining his semen sliding over my fingers and flowing slowly as I enjoyed myself. That feeling - being enveloped by his semen, even after he was gone, with the semen remaining on my skin - was intoxicating. But although this fantasy was satisfying, I knew it was ultimately just a fantasy.

But I began to wonder - what if it didn't have to be like this? What if instead of taking that synthetic liquid, I took something real, something that could truly remind us of our shared passion, what would happen? What if after he exhausted himself and spent those passionate nights, I could keep a part of him, preserve it, and use it when he's not around, what would happen? Every time I think of this, I get extremely excited.

Imagine this: I take out a jar from the fridge, and the cool sensation comes to me. I know that inside it lies the semen he desires, which is the proof of our connection. Imagine using it to let his semen cover my fingers, allowing me to masturbate and feel the blending of his excitement with my own. Just imagining this makes me wet.

The fantasy is like this.

In the hidden corner of our refrigerator, behind the daily necessities that keep our family running, there is a jar containing a secret known only to the two of us. This jar feels cold to the touch, embodying the essence of my husband - a tangible connection to our deepest and most intimate moments. Every time I reach for it, I anticipate the excitement surging through my veins, knowing exactly what will happen next.

Tonight, I took it out from the cold sanctuary and brought it back to the bedroom, feeling the chill seeping into my palms. The jar touched my skin, feeling as cold as an electric shock. The cold glass contrasted sharply with the warmth that had been simmering deep within me. This ritual, this devotion and longing, made me feel extremely precious and unable to express it in words.

I unscrewed the bottle cap. His familiar scent filled the air, faint but undeniably strong. My fingers reached into the jar, and the cold, thick liquid enveloped my skin, causing a pleasant shiver throughout my body. That coolness was refreshing and soothing. As my fingers moved from the jar to my lips, each sensation grew stronger. I tasted him, savoring the rich, slightly salty essence. The coolness spread from my mouth to the very depths of my heart, awakening every nerve.

I swallowed, and my empty hand began to slowly descend, tracing over my body. The skin felt tingly from its touch. My breathing stopped abruptly, reaching the place where desires converged. It was already moist, longing for the impending release. My fingertips slid into my creases, the cool and slippery sensation was delightful. The coldness of his semen contrasted sharply with my excited heat, causing me to gasp in pleasure.

At first, I slowly rotated around the clitoris, teasing myself and experiencing the body's reactions to various sensations. The cold touch of his semen almost numbed my entire body. Each touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body, causing my thighs to tremble uncontrollably. The sensitive and swollen clitoris jumped under my touch, and the friction of my fingers made my body burn with desire.

The moist texture made my movements smoother and more intense. I sank deeper and deeper, my fingers absorbing his essence and mingling with the moist scent of my own body. One finger slipped in, then another, and the icy sensation made my insides tense. I could feel a chill spreading through my body, contrasting sharply with the intense heat of my desires. This feeling was intoxicating, and each insertion of my fingers brought me closer to the edge of climax.

I imagined his deep and passionate gaze fixed on me, clearly knowing what I was doing and how I was using his semen to satisfy my own pleasure. At this thought, I couldn't help but let out a loud moan, my fingers moving faster and deeper. The slippery sensation completely immersed me in the rhythm of my own desires. I curled my fingers and found the sweet spot that made my toes curl. The cold touch, as I stroked it, brought waves of pleasure.

My other hand returned to my clitoris, rubbing it in tight circles. The pleasure gradually intensified, almost unbearable. My body arched off the bed, breathing rapidly. I felt the climax rising, unstoppable, devouring everything. The coolness of his semen, combined with the intense heat of my own excitement, created a powerful wave of pleasure that engulfed me, pulling me into the abyss.

The climax swept over my entire body. I shouted his name loudly, while my fingers continued to move inside me, extracting every drop of pleasure at this moment. Waves of ecstasy flooded my entire body, making me tremble uncontrollably, having difficulty breathing. My body was moist, emitting the traces of our shared desires.

But even when the passion faded, I still couldn't shake off the lingering desire. I grinned and put my fingers back into the container, relishing the residual cold semen. This sensation was even stronger, and my body became extremely sensitive. The slippery touch made every touch feel like an electric shock. I pushed myself towards the climax again, waving my fingers feverishly until I fell again, lost in pure and overwhelming pleasure.

I am ready to turn this fantasy into reality and have a deeper experience of the intimate relationship we share. I want to start protecting him, even when he is not by my side, so that those passionate moments can come alive. I long for his true semen, cold and waiting for me, in those moments of solitude, connecting me to him in the most intimate way.

Now, I'm still using fake semen and imagining that fantasy in my mind. But I know that soon everything will be different. Soon, it will become reality. Thinking of this, I am more excited than ever before.

Thank you for leading me deep into the place I long for, into the corner where fantasy and reality intermingle in my heart. Not every day do I have the chance to share these secret longings. Knowing that you are by my side makes me feel extremely excited.

I hope by the time you reach this point, you can sense the surging passion in my heart - this passion will only grow stronger as I look forward to the future. Releasing my body, even revealing the deepest desires within me, to someone who truly understands the art of seduction, is truly an incredibly exciting experience.

So, the next time we meet, perhaps I will share more – more of the fantasies that have come true. I just want to tell you: Hold onto your desires, cherish them, let them guide you to the place where happiness and intimacy intertwine. Remember, the best secrets are those we keep... and sometimes, those we share.