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I wake up to the sound of my own screams echoing through the empty rooms. I'm still trying to process what just happened. The orgasm was so intense that it left me breathless and numb all over my body. As I slowly get out of bed, I notice how much sweat is dripping from every inch of my skin. I've never been one for exhibitionism, but something about the freedom of this new neighborhood has made me feel like I don't have anything to hide anymore.
As I make my way to the kitchen, I can't help but think about what got me here. My divorce was a tough pill to swallow, especially since it happened right after we had our son together. But I'm not one to dwell on negative emotions for long. Instead, I've been focusing on finding myself again and figuring out who I am outside of being someone else's wife.
But today has been particularly eventful. Not only did I ride that giant black dildo like it was nobody's business (which, apparently, it isn't), but I also managed to get the whole neighborhood to join in on the fun. The sound of their shocked gasps and moans still echoes through my mind as I make myself a cup of coffee. Who knew being a little loud would lead to so much satisfaction?
