Just dropped Mackenna off at her first sleepover. The house is so quiet it’s eerie. Part of me wants to curl up on the couch and miss her, but the other part… the louder part… is already planning how to take full advantage of an empty house. I’ve got candles lit, the good sheets on the bed, and absolutely zero interruptions for the next 12 hours. My husband has no idea what’s coming. I’m going to fuck him in every room of this house until neither of us can walk straight. I want his cum dripping down my thighs in the kitchen, on the living room floor, in the shower… I want to be so thoroughly bred tonight that the silence tomorrow is filled with the possibility of what we just made. Sometimes, you don’t just want a baby—you want the process of making one, over and over again. And tonight, the process is all mine. 🕯️