I wasn't sure exactly how, or even when it would happen, but I knew it would change my life forever. After a global pandemic, followed by major life changes, it seemed like a distant unattainable dream. The issue was, we needed to happen, and it simply just hadn't.
We met in the Fall of 2019 and had some enjoyable times in the beginning stages of our intimacy. He pulled something out of me I had never known to exist before. Suddenly, I knew I needed him to serve me, without even knowing exactly that meant for me. By the Spring of 2020, I had fully developed into a fiery, newfound cuckoldress that needed some help with her cuck -- but the world had other plans.
The angst fueled me in everyday life. After over a year, my desire remained deep inside me like a pilot light, eager to be ignited. I loved how we drifted in and out of infatuation, mesmerized by what could be after knowing what had been. The images of him waiting patiently on his knees right before I lifted my dress and pulled his face into the cusp of my ass made my entire body tingle. Memories of us often stole my train of thought while I was on dates or talking with friends, and even sometimes while at work.
I figured the memories would fade away and lose their power like they often do, but something quite contrary happened. In this case, time had not made my feelings weaker, but stronger. I was tasked week after week with imagining all the things I was missing out on. I let my mind run free and combined our actual times together with the fantasies I had been developing like a series of special short stories for myself, and hopefully what would become a reality for the both of us. Historically submissive, I wouldn't have believed you if you would have told me that one day I would be completely and utterly consumed by the thought of a bull stretching my pussy out right in front of my cucks sweet face.
