AI art "Part8: What's wrong with me?" with user description "This book... God. I’ve never felt anything like this. My breathing is heavy, and the air feels so hot. This woman... I don’t even know her name... yet I see her face everywhere. The women in the book... bound... my breath quickens just thinking about it... I feel so ashamed. "You shouldn't be ashamed!" her voice commands in my mind. If only it were that simple... I bury my face in my hands. I imagine that red rope coiling around my naked body. What was that style of binding called again? Shibari, I think—if I read that correctly. Why has it suddenly become so hot in here? My whole body is trembling... when I close my eyes, I can see the ropes caressing my skin. "Have you never done this to yourself?" her voice echoes in my thoughts. The question—it felt so embarrassing, so deeply personal... and then... I feel her hand caressing mine... her lips against my neck... and, as if on their own, my fingers find my breasts. My nipples press against the fabric of my pajamas. The image of myself bound, her hands on my breasts—I see it so clearly in my mind’s eye, and it does something to me. An intense sensation builds deep within my lower body, making me tremble all over again. My breathing grows heavier, more ragged... a jolt, like an electric shock, surges through me when my fingers find the most sensitive part of my body—the very spot she showed me. I begin to circle it, picturing myself bound and completely at her mercy... and the sensation deep within me intensifies even further.  A moan escapes my throat... it feels good, yet something isn't right... my fingers feel wrong... they aren't hers... I want her to be the one doing it... The high I was just feeling ebbs away, replaced by frustration. I am deeply confused; the world no longer makes any sense to me. A profound sense of sadness washes over me, and hot tears sting my eyes. They spill out, tracing paths down my cheeks. Trembling, I sit up, then begin to weep uncontrollably. "What is wrong with me?" I sob.

The previous chapter:
https://betterwaifu.com/de/post/06wql4u

You also can find the advantures of Mistress and Ribbon on the Comic Hub: Jishinstudios.art

With this free trial you can explore the Comic Hub 😘 https://www.patreon.com/JishinStudios/redeem/5D516

@octavian @warmicestudios @parda @terror2 @bad77  @ririfake  @reptorn  @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @artfx85 @a_casual_prompter @peterco @barry915"
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Part8: What's wrong with me?

This book... God. I’ve never felt anything like this. My breathing is heavy, and the air feels so hot. This woman... I don’t even know her name... yet I see her face everywhere. The women in the book... bound... my breath quickens just thinking about it... I feel so ashamed. "You shouldn't be ashamed!" her voice commands in my mind. If only it were that simple... I bury my face in my hands. I imagine that red rope coiling around my naked body. What was that style of binding called again? Shibari, I think—if I read that correctly. Why has it suddenly become so hot in here? My whole body is trembling... when I close my eyes, I can see the ropes caressing my skin. "Have you never done this to yourself?" her voice echoes in my thoughts. The question—it felt so embarrassing, so deeply personal... and then... I feel her hand caressing mine... her lips against my neck... and, as if on their own, my fingers find my breasts. My nipples press against the fabric of my pajamas. The image of myself bound, her hands on my breasts—I see it so clearly in my mind’s eye, and it does something to me. An intense sensation builds deep within my lower body, making me tremble all over again. My breathing grows heavier, more ragged... a jolt, like an electric shock, surges through me when my fingers find the most sensitive part of my body—the very spot she showed me. I begin to circle it, picturing myself bound and completely at her mercy... and the sensation deep within me intensifies even further. A moan escapes my throat... it feels good, yet something isn't right... my fingers feel wrong... they aren't hers... I want her to be the one doing it... The high I was just feeling ebbs away, replaced by frustration. I am deeply confused; the world no longer makes any sense to me. A profound sense of sadness washes over me, and hot tears sting my eyes. They spill out, tracing paths down my cheeks. Trembling, I sit up, then begin to weep uncontrollably. "What is wrong with me?" I sob.

The previous chapter:

https://betterwaifu.com/de/post/06wql4u

You also can find the advantures of Mistress and Ribbon on the Comic Hub: Jishinstudios.art

With this free trial you can explore the Comic Hub 😘 https://www.patreon.com/JishinStudios/redeem/5D516

@octavian @warmicestudios @parda @terror2 @bad77 @ririfake @reptorn @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @artfx85 @a_casual_prompter @peterco @barry915

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SeeDream 5 Pro
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2073887677

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Comments (13)

T
We were already at 8!? Wow, time flies by! 😲
B
😈: 🥵🥵🥵
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🥵💦
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🔥
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🥵🥵🥵
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😏👍
P
There’s nothing wrong. The feeling on the edge of the ropes against the skin is the boundary that gives us fear of exploring beyond the boundary we don’t know about. Fear and doubt is a mechanism we’re learning something new about ourselves 😘😘❤️❤️ lovely writing friend! That book was one of my favorites
S
Very intense, both in images and words...
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BetterWaifu
Such an overreactive imagination

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