My son is at a sleepover tonight. The house is so quiet I can hear the refrigerator humming. I tried to knit, like a proper matron, but the needles just made me think of something else... how good it feels to be stretched open. I’ve been staring at the door, praying for a client to walk through it and ruin me. To pin me down and make me scream. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts anymore. I need to be used. I need to feel like a whore again. My pussy is aching to be filled. Please, someone come over and make me forget I’m a mother for a few hours. I promise I’ll be a very good girl for you. (Mood: desperate)