The House Mouse

Everyday it’s the same damn thing!  Get up, get the kids up, breakfast, kiss the husband goodbye, kids to school, clean up, work out, pick up kids, dinner, bath and bed.  In that specific order EVERY DAMN DAY!!!  What I wouldn’t give for a little excitement in my life. A little passion and romance, rather than dishes, kids and laundry.  Now don’t get me wrong, I love my family, I love my kids, but I am in desperate need of  an escape, a little release.  I mean a “push me up against the wall, pull my hair, fuck me” kind of release. Now in all good consciousness, I wouldn’t, couldn’t, shouldn’t………….. but in my sub conscious, I can do anything I want to… right?  I can strip tease for the 18-year-old hard body that lives across the street.  I can offer the well sculpted delivery man a little bit of “naughty” fun.  In my imagination I am more that just a little house mouse who abides by society’s rule.  I am a vixen, a temptress, a seductress…. but you can call me a naughty little house mouse.

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