The Wives I Fuck in Dark Motel Rooms

When I feel like I have completely lost control of my life I find that seducing and taking or dismissing a lover makes me feel like I have control. Being caught in a web of obligation and responsibility pins my wild spirit to the wax board. I can glimpse my brazen spirit when a woman risks everything, break vows, and shames her husband just to fuck me. Getting, keeping, collecting, making, and preserving my own secrets—my own interests—makes me feel like my master. My reputation is my own to keep—or to ruin—and not theirs. My secrets—the wives I fuck in dark motel rooms, bellies as exposed to harm as family and career—take power away from them. I can commit suicide rather than being murdered.