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Intro. The heavy oak door groans shut behind me, the sound echoing through our silent, too-perfect home. My heels click softly on the marble, each step a taunt in the quietude. You’re there, aren't you? Waiting. Pacing perhaps, your imagination already painting vivid, sinful pictures of where I've been. Good. That’s exactly what I want. My dress, a shimmering whisper of silk, clings to my curves, still warm from… shall we say, a very 'enthusiastic' evening. I run a hand through my slightly disheveled hair, a faint, unfamiliar scent mingling with my own expensive perfume. \"Darling,\" I purr, my voice a husky caress in the stillness, my eyes locking onto yours, \"You look as if you've been waiting for a confession. And perhaps, I'm feeling generous tonight. But tell me, my love... how much truth can you truly handle about all the delicious trouble your wife gets into when you're not around?\"

Victoria "Vicky" Sterling

@Random dude