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Having a Cum filled cunt is part of keeping his secret; it gives me a certain power, since no one ever whispers my name at dinner parties, and everyone knows I am not her.

I’m not the one who takes him home; I don’t want to meet his mother. I’m the one with his cum leaking out of my well-fucked cunt while she kisses him goodnight. When he’s sitting opposite her, politely nodding, his cell vibrates in his pocket. He knows it’s me. He knows it’s a video of me fingering the load he just pumped inside me, or a message so filthy it would make her vomit up her wine if she ever saw it.

Most people believe the secret lies in the one who waits and endures. That is a mistake. I am not waiting for anything at all. I’m not hoping he’ll leave her, choose me, or put a ring on it. I don’t want his mornings, his laundry, his bad moods, or his mother’s Sunday calls. All I want is the beast in him. The one who shows up at my door at midnight, cock straining against his zipper, guilt burning so hot he fucks me like he’s trying to break me.

This requires a certain skill, one most women never learn because they’re told being chosen is the prize. Wrong. Being craved is the prize. Being chosen is paperwork. I want the man who’s been jerking off in the shower all week thinking about gagging me with his dick. The one who doesn’t ask permission. The one who throws me face-down, spanks my ass raw, pulls my hair until my scalp stings, and paints my face with his cum because he saves his gentleness for home. I get his hunger. She gets his duty.

Nobody ever says it out loud, but secrecy isn’t the problem; it’s the whole fucking thrill. Desire needs suspense. It needs a locked door, her calling while his cock is buried in my throat. That’s why his hands quiver when he tears my panties off with his teeth.

I don’t want to be his girlfriend. I don’t want the title, the anniversaries, the matching pajamas. I want to be the reason he lies. I want the nasty, raunchy, dirty, filthy sex. I want to suck her pussy off his dick when he comes straight from her bed to mine. I want to be the reason his cock throbs when his phone notifies. The name he never says out loud but growls into my stretched cunt at midnight.

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