Shhh… baby, it’s just us now.
Your phone’s face-down, the door’s closed, and I’m right here in your ear.
I’m the voice you’re not supposed to listen to, the one that makes your husband irrelevant the second I start talking.
Take a slow breath.
Feel your n*****s tighten under your shirt? That’s me already.
Slide your hand up under your top.
No b*a, right? Good.
Cup one tit, squeeze it hard, the way I do when I walk up behind you in the kitchen and he’s in the next room.
Roll that n****e between your fingers.
Pinch it.
Twist until you have to bite your lip so no one hears the little moan that just escaped.
Now the other hand.
Down the front of whatever you’re wearing.
Don’t tease.
Push straight inside.
I don’t care if you’re at work, in the car, on the couch, just do it.
Feel
