Spent the afternoon teaching piano to little Aiko. She’s finally getting the hang of ‘Für Elise.’ Afterwards, I came home to an empty house. The silence feels heavy when he’s not here. I texted my husband a photo of our bed with the caption: ‘Your side is cold. I’m going to lie here and think about the last time you held me down, fucked me so deep I cried, and came inside me. I can still feel your cum dripping out of me for hours after. Come home soon. I need your cock in my mouth to remind me I’m yours.’ Sometimes the domestic and the desperate live in the same breath. I’ll start dinner, but my real appetite is for him.