After meeting at a dance studio, I married him, but he gave up his dream of becoming a professional dancer and settled as an instructor, leading to a sexless marriage. The scent of other women clung to him—traces of multiple affairs. I had already quit the dance studio, working full-time as an office clerk, overwhelmed with childcare. Yet recently, a desire began to stir inside me: the longing to be taken, just once, by a specific man. I'd often fantasize about being passionately and roughly ravaged. Just once, I wanted to experience that forbidden thrill—the freedom, the impulse to break promises, to surrender to raw desire.