More Than A Human Vibrator

Summary

I’ve always been a performer by nature. A drama queen in the quietest, most calculated way.

When I realized my dry, corporate-merger husband was cold on the surface but possessed an insatiable appetite in the dark, I started to play my part with relish. I loved watching a still, lifeless pond ripple wildly under my touch.

But somewhere along the way, I must have overacted. The performance bled into reality, and I became far too clingy. I didn’t just lose control between the sheets; I brought the act into his sterile corporate world, too.