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Let Them Fuck Me
He wanted to watch me take other men. I said yes — and never looked back.
Diving into this hidden world, I discovered something unexpected: not shame, but freedom. I felt alive again. Desired. And dangerously empowered.
Nora sighed as she slid the last lunchbox into the dishwasher, wiping her hands on a dish towel before glancing at the clock. 2:15 p.m. The kids wouldn’t be home for hours, and Mark was working late again. The house felt too quiet.
She wandered toward the bedroom and paused in front of the mirror. The faint lines around her eyes seemed more visible in the soft afternoon light. At thirty-six, she still looked good — better than good. Long chestnut hair framed her face, her hazel eyes were clear and warm, and her body, though softer than in her twenties, had matured into curves that turned heads. Still, when was the last time she had felt truly wanted?
She and Mark had been high school sweethearts. Married fifteen years, they’d built a solid, comfortable life — successful careers, a spacious home, two kids they adored. But comfort wasn’t the same as passion. Lately, it felt like they were roommates who shared a bed out of routine.
She thought back to the night before. They’d had sex — brief, gentle, forgettable. It had been affectionate, but not…
