I never dreamed I would be that woman.
You know the type. A homewrecker. The other woman. The one who causes drama and gets the wheels of the rumor mill going.
But it did happen. I became her.
I slept with a man who is married. I am not his wife.
As much as I should hate myself for what I’ve done, I just can’t.
Because being in his arms, after crushing on him since high school, was better than I could have ever imagined.
My lady balls are massive, and they are only getting bigger, because I’m pretty sure I’ll sleep with Brady Masters again and again and again.