Other Writing

I am a slut. There I admitted it, but I am a slut only in my mind. Thinking all those filthy thoughts and never really doing them. In fact, I have a buddy, but I am still not satisfied. He does do his duty, but he is rarely around. Going through a dry spell of not getting dick for two weeks is a terrible feeling. I have gone through three vibrators already, and that is because I’m a horny bitch who has gotten off a minimum of four times a day, and those days are because I am busy.

Now what is...

“You are my wife! Why can’t you be obedient? She is just a friend. Why do you have to embarrass her?”

I blinked slightly confused but recovered quickly.

A moment ago, I was doing so many brain-dead things against my will, but now I could move on my own initiative instead of screaming in my mind. “I want a divorce!” I roared at the man before me. Even if he was extremely handsome, the way he had treated me for all these years, knowing him for another woman, he should be jump-kicked to Mars....