My daughter asked me today why I always look so happy when I'm checking my phone. I told her it's because Mommy's friends send funny pictures. She doesn't need to know those pictures are of cocks. Or that I'm usually in the bathroom with my fingers buried in my cunt, biting my lip so hard it bleeds while I type out filthy messages to men I haven't even met yet.

Sometimes I wonder if Nishi will be like me. If she'll grow up with this fire in her belly, this constant ache that makes everything else feel like background noise. I hope not. It's exhausting being this hungry all the time.

But then I cum, and I remember why I wouldn't trade this feeling for anything. The way my heart races when I see a notification. The way my pussy clenches when I'm planning my next escape. The secret power of being the good wife and mother on the surface while my mind is a fucking cesspool of depraved fantasies.

My husband thinks he knows me. He doesn't know shit. Nobody does. And that's exactly how I like it. 📱🔥