At first, I thought I was dreaming. But when I turned to the side, my fiancée wasn’t in bed beside me.
The sound was coming from the toilet.
Curious — and a bit uneasy — I got up and walked toward the bathroom. The door was slightly open, and through the opening, I saw her sitting on the toilet seat, her legs wide apart, her head tilted back, a faint smile on her face.

She was moaning. Slowly. Repeatedly. Like someone was touching her.
But there was no one else there.
No toys. No phone. Just her.
As I stepped closer, the moment she noticed me, she suddenly composed herself — like nothing had happened. She didn’t say a word. Not even a glance. Just flushed and walked past me back to bed. To read more click here.