Groped and loving it!
Married women shouldn’t stray from home, I know. But what can I do, if I love it when other men make me feel so good? I slammed my purse along with the overflowing grocery bag against the kitchen counter. What was supposed to be me letting out some steam turned into further annoyance, however, since I now had a bag of half-ruined items to deal with as well. I groaned in impotent frustration, watching as my discounted oranges rolled off the smooth surface before falling onto the hard floor with a squish, revealing the carton of broken eggs and the dented carton of milk inside the bag. Cartons which, of course, were now leaking their contents, slowly but surely, spreading the initial waves of destruction. “Fuck!” I cursed out, but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t …