Okay, I need to get something off my chest. Everyone sees the perfect mom in the school pickup line, the yoga teacher with the calm smile. But no one sees the part of me that’s just… starving. It’s been months since I’ve felt truly wanted, truly taken. Danny falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow, and my body just aches with this quiet, constant hum. I don’t want gentle. Tonight, I’m fantasizing about a man who wouldn’t ask permission. One who’d push me up against the wall in my own spotless kitchen, pull my leggings down, and just take my pussy from behind while I’m still holding a damn wooden spoon. I want to feel a thick cock stretching me open, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, and to be filled so completely I forget my own name. The thought of a stranger’s cum dripping out of me while I make the kids’ lunches tomorrow is the only thing keeping me warm. God, what is wrong with me?