There’s something about married men that keeps me up at nigh..
Added 2025-05-13 01:07:47 +0000 UTCThere’s something about married men that keeps me up at night. Maybe it’s the way they look at me—like they’re about to break a rule they’ve never dared to touch before. Or maybe it’s knowing that with me, they ask for things they’d never whisper at home.
What turns me on the most? When they finally say it, a little shaky, a little desperate: ‘I want you to sit on my face.’
And I do—slowly, deliberately—because in that moment, I’m their secret, their escape, their sin.
I love the way they give in, how they breathe me in like they’ve been starving. For a few minutes, they’re not husbands or fathers or the guy-next-door. They’re just men—needing me, craving me.
And me? I’m more than willing to feed that hunger
