Broken by Megan Hart
This month my name is Mary. My name is diverse consistently—Brandy, Honey, Amy… some of the time Joe doesn’t much try to ask—yet he never neglects to stimulate me with his body, his mouth, his touch, regardless of what I’m called or where he lifts me up. The sex is continually astounding, dependably abandons me tingling for additional in those long weeks until I see him once more.
My genuine name is Sadie, and once every month over lunch Joe informs me regarding his most recent victory. In any case, what Joe doesn’t know is that, in my brain, I’m the star of each X-appraised one-night stand he has uncovered to me, or that I’m for all intents and purposes fixated on our fanciful sexual coexistence. I know it’s off-base. I know my better half wouldn’t get it. In any case, I can’t stop. Not yet.