I was alone with my best friend’s boyfriend, and the temptation was just too strong. She always talks about how much she trusts him, how faithful he is, how much he can handle in bed… but I’ve seen the way he looks at me when she’s not around. That tension, those glances — I knew he wanted me. So I started teasing him. I talked about everything she says about him, how perfect he is… while slowly sliding my foot under the table, barely touching him. He didn’t stop me. He didn’t say a word. And I knew right then — he wasn’t really hers. I stood up, started to undress, showing off my strong, defined body. The way his eyes devoured me… he couldn’t hide it. I whispered dirty things in his ear, reminding him he shouldn’t want me, but he couldn’t resist. He came fast. So fast it made me laugh. But I wasn’t done. I told him I could make him cum again — faster. And I did. I climbed on top of him, slow and in control. He tried to hold back, but it was useless. When he came inside me, I leaned in, kissed his neck, and whispered, “Now you’re mine. You’ll do everything I say. You’re my personal secret.”