Cassius expected a detailed story, some formative moment from her childhood, a slow unraveling of desire, or a tale of secret glances that shaped her kink.
But to his surprise, Julie's fingers twitched nervously, her body shuddering as she met his gaze with a stern, almost defiant look.
"Even if you ask me that, Cassius." She said, her voice steady but laced with vulnerability. "I don't have an answer. I don't know how I got this...this weird fetish. I've got no clue how it developed."
She paused, her eyes softening as she snuggled closer to him, her naked body pressing against his chest like he was her anchor in a storm of embarrassment.
She then took a deep breath, her voice dropping to a shy whisper.
"But what I know is...ever since I met you, I keep ending up in these situations, watching you fool around with other women, seeing you touch them, fuck them, while I'm just...there."
