Mar 15
6 min read
Open your mouth
I’m a slut. I know. But I can’t do anything about it. It excites me the very thought of being with him. I like how he directs sex, he does it with such coldness that he makes me feel what I am: an object. I’m at home, it’s just past lunchtime. My husband is at work and will be back in the evening. My two children are still in school. They will return around 16.00. It’s the right time to strip off my robe as a stay-at-home mother/wife to give free rein to this…
