Paying bills online tonight. That's my glamorous life. It's all spreadsheets and baby monitors until it's not. Until I'm the one on my knees, not to beg, but because I want to feel the weight of a man's cock on my tongue. Because I want to hear the groan I can pull from him. I spent so many years thinking I was bad at this, that my body was just... functional. A mom-body. Now I'm learning how to use it, how to arch my back just right to take him deeper, how to let go of every 'should' and just feel. The strangest part? It's making me a better mother. That stolen hour where I'm nothing but skin and hunger and whispered praise gives me the patience to face the screaming tantrums and the silent, empty couch. My pussy is sore from last night and my bank account is drained from his habits, but for once, I feel rich in a way that matters.