Hotwife

by Kat Blackthorne

No, I wasn’t down to analyze what went wrong. I wanted sex and only sex. That was the rule. No feelings, check your emotions at homeboy’s front door, get yours, then leave before he can toss his rubber.

Ok queen

His profile said he was 6’0 so naturally, as any woman knows, you deduct three inches from that for his real height. 5’9

iconic behavior

I left Kenneth’s building and slid into my pink Porsche. Yes, pink.

I want to be her when I grow up

Odette and I had mastered our masks. Ankle length prairie dresses and hymn books on Sunday mornings, making out with boys and smoking weed in the youth-group bus on Sunday nights…

sounds like any good girl with a pastor father

My husband sighed. “Dot, please don’t get bitten by a shark. I’ve operated on shark bites, you know that, right? I did my residency in Florida before moving to Colorado.

It’s giving Richard and Adele

wanted sex. No, I wanted him to fuck me. Fuck me hard. But he wouldn’t give

I can’t wait for her to get railed hard

A short laugh escaped my throat. “Hey, I’m Dorthea Winslow, but everyone calls me Dolly. Somewhat normal is probably a compliment,” I grinned. “My husband’s at Evergreen too. Neurosurgeon.” Suddenly, water began tapping the lid of the brownie tray.

Seattle and neurosurgery, it’s giving Derek Shepard

“Guest? Oh, Eva, how economical of you to rent out a room. I think that’s a great idea,” I chimed just as we stepped into the tea-room, unable to help myself. Bianca looked over at me with wide-eyed amusement, and the chatter in the room hushed.

did you just call her poor LMAO

lingered, glowing every few moments. It was as if a few stars had fallen down and were floating among us. Good girl.

good girls 🥵 praise

sprayed a spritz of leave-in conditioner and raked my fingers through, trying to breathe some life into my washed-out look.

yes leave in iconic

Pulling a water bottle from his pack, he sauntered over. Breathing completely normal, like this mountain was nothing but a walk in the park for him. Meanwhile, I was fighting for my life and resisting the urge to ask how much farther.

lmao me

Desmond pointed into the distance. “Mount Townsend is right there. We’re in the middle of the Olympic Mountains up here. My secret spot.”

NOT THE SECRET SPOT every romcom has one

“Her name was Wren Simpson. She was twenty-one, brought in with a mild concussion after a swimming accident and a fractured femur. Easy surgery. I got cocky. Let my guard down.” I willed the tears to stay

This happens like every episode of grey’s lmao

“Okay, the talking in riddles is getting old. I’m not a goat trying to cross a bridge. Talk.” “My wife’s name is Caroline, and she’s back at the hotel dying to meet you.”

happy pride omg

My lips found his, and he drew me close without hesitation. A hand wrapped in my hair while his scruffy face nibbled at my neck. “Lay back,” he ordered, and a thrill reverberated through me. In a swift and sure movement, Des unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down along with my panties. “Des,” I whimpered, not believing this was actually happening. “Here?”

on a kayak

Clutching a bottle of wine and brushing rain droplets off his shoulders, stood Kenneth. Desmond raised an eyebrow at me as Cedric, Dr. Gregory, and Kenneth greeted each other like old friends. Like colleagues.

IM SCREECHING

“You asked for this, Cedric. You asked me to keep an eye on your wife and I did it. You asked me to…” he shot me a gentle look before continuing, “Take care of her because you couldn’t, and I did. Now you’re drawing the line at me falling in love with her? That’s where you get pissed off? Yeah, I’m going to need you to fuck all the way off.”

men really ain’t shit omg