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!