More Than A Human Vibrator
Language: en
I’ve always been a performer by nature. A drama queen in the quietest, most calculated way. When I realized my dry, corporate-merger husband was cold on the surface but possessed an insatiable appetite in the dark, I started to play my part with relish. I loved watching a still, lifeless pond ripple wildly under my touch. But somewhere along the way, I must have overacted. The performance bled into reality, and I became far too clingy. I didn’t just lose control between the sheets; I brought the act into his sterile corporate world, too. One afternoon, dropping off lunch at his office, I…