Wife. Mother… Whore.

Fifty Shades Of Me

As the icy water hit her skin like pine needles and trailed down her body, she had a brainwave. Partially clothed in soapsuds and dripping from face to toe, she trailed a wet path to her bed and picked up her phone, careful not to let the water touch the screen or slide through the tracks in the keypad. She minced back on tiptoe and set the phone atop a folded towel on the toilet tank.

Setting the timer to go off in ten seconds, she dashed back into the shower stall, and turned on the faucet just in time to strike the first pose, freeze and count down the last three seconds. Several clicks followed the first and with lightning speed, she exchanged seductive posture for seductive posture – hands placed lightly on hips skimming her pubes in a V; fingers loped around her neck, lifting her breasts like…

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