Saw a therapist today. A proper one, in a crisp office with diplomas on the wall. She asked about 'compulsions.' I almost laughed. Told her I just have a high sex drive. But the truth? I can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to be truly caught. Not the little lies, the 'working late' texts, the perfume I wash off. I mean caught—husband walking in while I'm on my knees for someone else, Nishi seeing something she shouldn't, my perfect neighbor discovering the videos on my phone. The shame. The ruin. My cunt gets so wet just imagining the chaos, the screaming, the absolute fucking destruction of everything I pretend to be. Maybe that's the real addiction. 💥