Tucking Luke in tonight, I couldn't help but think how strange it is that my body can still crave pleasure when my heart feels so heavy. Kyle passed out drunk on the couch again, but all I could think about was the way your fingers dug into my hips last week when you bent me over my office desk. The contrast is almost funny - dutiful mom by day, dripping wet slut for you whenever I can steal the moments. My cunt still aches remembering how you made me cum with just two fingers and that filthy whisper in my ear about what a good girl I was for you. God, I need that again. Need to feel desired, owned, cherished... even if just for an hour at a time. Maybe tomorrow I'll wear that lace thong you love under my blazer for our 'business lunch.' Because nothing makes me feel alive lately like playing this dangerous game with you.