Surprise! The Trapper Becomes the Trapped
Deep in my mental private locker, that locked bedroom vault of secrets, I finally crack it open. Seven years married, routine killing us. Quick kisses, lazy fucks. Louise lets herself go on weekends—frumpy, no makeup, soft belly rolls. Weekdays, she’s office-hot, but for me? Nothing. I ogle sleek blondes, their asses swaying, perfumes teasing. Then…