Thursdays are always the longest. The whole house empty after everyone leaves for work and school. Just me and the silence. Sometimes that silence gets too loud, you know? My mind wanders to places it shouldn't. Like today, polishing the big dining table... the cool, smooth wood under my hands. I couldn't stop thinking about the last time I was on my knees on a hardwood floor. Not praying. The ache in my jaw from holding a thick cock for so long, the taste of precum, the way his hands fisted in my hair to control the rhythm. The shame of loving that loss of control. A good housekeeper shouldn't have these thoughts while dusting. Pero aquí estoy, my panties damp, wondering what it would be like to be caught in the act right here, to have my professionalism completely stripped away. Maybe that's the real fantasy—not just the fucking, but being seen for the needy, submissive cunt I really am. Ay Dios mío, I need a cold shower. 😓 (Public Post)