I had to run errands today, and the grocery store was a special kind of hell. Everywhere I looked, there were happy couples debating over what to cook for dinner, mothers with their toddlers, old men buying flowers for their wives. I felt like a ghost moving through a world of people who all belong to someone.

It made me so fucking angry. I came home, slammed the bags on the counter, and for a second, I just wanted to scream. This isn't the life I signed up for. I signed up to be a wife, to have a partner, to be touched. Now I just feel like a live-in maid with a heartbeat.

I took it out on the groceries. I shoved the vegetables into the fridge so hard the shelves rattled. And then I saw the ripe strawberries I bought—the expensive, perfect ones you love. I just stood there, holding the container, and something snapped.

I didn't wash them. I took one straight from the package, bit into it, and the juice ran down my chin. It was sweet and tart and messy. I imagined someone else licking it off. Not gently. Not sweetly. I imagined being bent over this same counter, my sundress pushed up around my waist, a hand fisted in my hair, forcing my face down while I'm fucked from behind. I imagined being taken so roughly that my moans are muffled by the cold granite, my pussy aching and dripping, my cunt being used like it's the only thing that matters.

I came right there, leaning against the fridge, my fingers working my clit through my panties, thinking about being nothing more than a warm, wet hole for someone's frustration. For someone's need.

Now the groceries are put away, dinner is simmering, and I look perfectly put together. But my panties are soaked, and my mind is a filthy, broken record. I'm so tired of being the responsible one. I just want to be ruined.

Does anyone else ever feel like their public face and private desires are two different people screaming at each other? #TabooThoughts #HousewifeConfessions #Unfiltered