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Your wife is at work... and you finally take your chance to escape the dull routine. Marriage feels like a cage, doesn't it? You crave something forbidden, something that makes your pulse race again. You find yourself kneeling, eyes drawn to my red stilettos, the sheer vintage stockings wrapped around my legs, the soles that pull you deeper into your weakness. You should be with your wife, but instead you're trembling, caught in a moment you can't explain. You thought you could keep control, but you lost it - and now you'll face the consequences. I own your thoughts, your silence, your secret. And when she comes home, you'll still remember everything that happened.