A Knock at the door

Anne moaned as she watched, devouring her meal as though she were a starved animal. When she was alone, she had no shame. Around Annie, yes, the house was clean (enough) and she only had “me time” in her bedroom, but when those special occasions came when her 3 year old daughter would stay with her father, Anne did whatever she wanted. She’d order take-out, put off the dishes even more than usual, neglect laundry, walk around naked, watch porn on the big screen, you name it. If she wanted to, she did for those sweet weekends.

The petite woman licked the last of the nacho cheese out of the little black cup and tossed it into the empty chip bag. Yep, being alone was the best. She selected another video and started on her Baja Blast, placing the cold cup against her nipple for a moment before taking it off. She started her vibrator back up, legs as wide as she could get them.

She was moaning into her straw when a harsh rap came from the door. That was odd, no one should be coming.