Sometimes I just sit in my big empty house and wonder what it would be like to have it feel truly full... and I don't just mean with furniture. The silence in these extra rooms is so loud. I love my son more than anything, but a woman needs... more. Remembering what it felt like to have a real man take charge in that master bedroom, pinning me against the wall and using my body until I couldn't think straight. The way he'd grip my hips and claim my pussy like it belonged to him. God, I miss that raw, animal connection. This house was built for a family, for passion, for living... not for echoing hallways and untouched beds. Maybe I should start hosting more dinner parties... the kind that definitely don't end with anyone actually eating dinner 😏