birthday Surprise
I keep my wild c***d past hidden from my husband though I give him what he wants and needs sexually. A part of me wants him to read what I write here then again a part says no though I like the danger. I remember one particular birthday I was looking at my life At a table with some friends. They all had someone, I didn’t so I went home by taxi feeling sorry for myself. I went in the house, stopped, poured a glass of wine, and went to my bedroom and I stripped my clothes and looked at my body...