I fucked your husband.
I forget which one he was.
Was he the tall athletic red head, who enjoys skiing? Late thirties, handsome?
The husky Italian, the one with the sensitive nipples?
The black man—I think he works in finance—who asked me to beat him but begged me to leave no marks? Glasses, well built?
Your husband found me because I make myself easy to find.
I chose him because I liked the way he looked. I liked the way he wrote. And I understood how badly he needed to meet someone.
I chose him because I was horny. He was horny.
And we knew it would be simple.
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erotica, intercourse, oral sex, anal sex
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