The snag with erotic writing
Is it’s hard without a sex life
The one time it was exciting
Was when I was a good wife
He’d sex message me at work
And bought my first vibrator
In alleyways he’d lurk
And not just as spectator
He’d compliment my dress
Though it wasn’t on for long
He’d make a sorry mess
But it really turned me on
I'd go to make a cup of tea
He'd have one thing on his mind
Looking none too subtly
To give it from behind
He’d fuck me in the shower
And shag me in the bath
He had staying power
And never came too fast
He’d screw me on the table
And bang me on the chair
And the best part of the fable
Is my husband wasn’t there
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