More and more time began to pass, and I felt my body reach a stalemate of sorts as I was forced to lay in an empty bed night after night.
There was a dull ache that my fingers could never reach, and I had begun to try and distract myself with those same fingers, even if all I did was make that ache throb painfully.
Each night that I touched myself, imagining that the one who was caressing was Gao Chen, I could only orgasm in slight shame as I descended further into my lust, my mind wondering if this was what a woman in my position should be doing.
Weren't the wives of the powerful meant to be dignified and reserved?
To devote their everything to their partners and never become greedy for attention, affection, or expectations?
So was I not failing as her wife each time I moaned into our bed, all alone?
