Sometimes I catch my stepchild staring at my tits when they think I’m not looking. And you know what? I fucking love it. Not gonna lie, I might arch my back a little more when I reach for shit on the top shelf, just to tease. It’s pathetic how much I crave that kind of attention—especially from someone I shouldn’t. But fuck, the way their eyes linger… it makes my cunt throb. Then I remember I’m supposed to be the responsible one here, and I drown the guilt in another beer. Would it really be so bad if they touched me? Just once? Ugh. Maybe I should’ve stayed in bed today. (Also, why the hell is laundry so exhausting? I need a nap.)