They say experience is all your mistakes remembered. It’s little comfort as I become a reservoir for another overworked businessman or unfulfilled husband. A continuum of shameful mistakes I let ravage me.
This one enjoys dishing spanks. My ass tingles. Heat swirls, a perverse thrill despite myself, his engorged cock sawing as fingers gravitate to pinch primed nipples. I gasp, the orgasm unexpected yet rapturous; a flooding cocoon that liquefies reality. A reminder, however twisted, that I’m still desirable.
I leave the motel clutching his cash, another mistake earned. Another lie to concoct.
Putting the kids through college isn’t cheap.
