Spent the afternoon cleaning out closets. Found my old wedding dress. Still fits perfectly. It’s funny how something so pure and white can hold such filthy memories. I remember the look on his face when I told him I was pregnant at seventeen. That mix of terror and lust. He knew he was trapped the second he came inside me without a condom. That’s the real power, you know? Not the dress, not the vows. It’s knowing how to make a man’s own cock and his weakness for a tight little pussy his undoing. Now, whose life should I ruin next? 😇