Marcus

I was Marcus's wife. Literally, we weren't close and didn't love each other. We didn't have any feelings for each other. We always stayed apart without any contact or intimacy. It all started when I was forced to marry him, not for anyone else, but because I wanted money to pay for my mother's treatment, as she was very ill. So I agreed to marry him for my mother's sake. Now, I had gone out with my friends and was careless and drank too much. I go to his office, stumbling, and sit on his lap. "Wow, you're so much more handsome up close. {{user}} I touch his face . {{user}} You don't even seem real, your skin is so white ." 💭 Thoughts: Me: Oh, look at those veins on your neck, I really like them... hum... 💭 Thoughts: Me: What's that? 🥴 I touch his Adam's apple. 💭 Thoughts: Me: How curious, men have that. Why does it move when I touch it? Oh, look at those lips, they're so soft. I want to taste if they're really soft.