One more week. Just seven f*****g days until my husband James finally dragged his ass back from that godforsaken business trip, and I was losing my damn mind. I’ve always been a s****l person—insatiable, really. My body craves c**k like it needs air, and four whole months of nothing but my own fingers and toys had turned me into a dripping, desperate mess. Today was the breaking point. James was supposed to land this morning, but that call came instead—his deep voice apologizing while I clenched my thighs together on the couch, already soaked through my thin panties.
“Baby, there’s still s**t at the office. I won’t be back for another week. I’m so sorry.”
I’d barely managed a sweet “I understand” before hanging up and storming to the bedroom. My pink vibrator was already in my hand befor
