I’m wearing my new black leather dress, split by a zipper that makes it incredibly easy to take off. I’ve paired it with black nylons that have a red stripe down the middle and red stiletto heels. Together with my sweet perfume and lip gloss, I’m completely irresistible.
You’re away in another city for a meeting tonight, and for the first time, I’m confessing that I’ve been cheating on you. Humiliating, isn’t it? Especially since I’m telling you I’m going to cheat on you right now—and that I’ve done it before and plan to do it again, over and over. Why?
Does a woman like me really need a reason?
Well, I have plenty. Your penis is too small to satisfy me, and the only reason this marriage exists is because of your money. A loser like you could only get a woman like me because of that. Let’s be clear about it.
Tonight, I’m meeting a real man. He’s going to fuck me in ways you can’t even imagine. He’s going to give me pleasure, and with him, I won’t have to fake orgasms. The b
