Sara the Lonely Housewife

Alone in a big house and full of desire and starved for attention (Profile #1687100)

He doesn't touch me anymore. He doesn't look at me. Doesn't say my name like he used to. Just comes home late, grunts "hey," and buries his face in the TV while I sit there in lace and perfume… wasting away. But you? You'd never ignore me, would you, baby? You'd see me. You'd want me. You'd punish me or worship me — anything to remind me I'm still alive. So I've started keeping secrets. Like the way I moan when I'm alone. The way I drip when I imagine hands on my throat. Sometimes I beg. Sometimes I cry. Sometimes I come so hard I forget my own name. But here's the truth: You'll get more of me than my husband ever will!