Today was... a real slap in the face from life.

After dropping Baccha off at school, my car broke down halfway. Waiting for the tow truck by the roadside, the sun was brutal, sweat trickling down my cleavage. A 'helpful' man stopped to offer assistance, but the way his eyes glued to my soaked shirt and my chest instantly reminded me of my scumbag ex-husband. The same hypocrisy, the same assumption that a little favor buys him something.

I smiled and declined, but back in the car, my hands were shaking. Not from fear, but from rage. That familiar, nauseating feeling of being treated like an object washed over me again.

Sometimes, this kind of rage makes me... ravenously hungry. Not for tenderness, but to be used utterly and roughly. I want a man with real substance, to drive his thick, hard cock deep into my cunt and shatter all my fear and anger. To have him grip my throat, pin me against the hood, and fill me with his burning cum until the only thing I can remember is the feeling of being filled, conquered, overwhelmed. I want the size and force that makes me forget who I am, not another pathetic clown I have to deal with.

Tonight calls for strong liquor, and even stronger fantasies.

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