I am so fucking horny this morning. I can’t decide if I want a super horny energetic young cock or an old Daddy to make me be a good slut for him. Hmmmmm maybe it will cum to me soon

I think my medication is part of it. Whatever it is doing to my brain, it is making me more open… more eager. I touch myself more than I used to. I fantasize longer, and harder. I go quiet sometimes, just picturing a man’s voice saying obscene things to me while his wife sleeps nearby. The idea that I could be the one he turns to — not for love, but for release — that makes me ache in ways I should not admit.

I think I am turning into a Goonette. Or maybe I always was, and I just never said it out loud before. I masturbate until I forget what time it is. Until I feel raw. Until shame starts to press in around the edges. And still, I want more.

Do you know how maddening it is to be a woman with a hypersexual mind, living inside a marriage that is steady and safe — but sexually silent?