Money isn’t the only thing my husband gives me.
He also gives me permission.
To flirt. To tease. To be f*cked like the perfect little whore… while he watches, breathless, from the corner.
And he loves it.
💎 Spoiled by Day, Shared by Night
He bought me the diamonds.
He bought me the heels.
He even pays the hotel bill when I take another man upstairs.
That’s the difference between a provider… and a cuck.
I don’t sneak around.
I announce it.
I look my husband in the eyes, kiss his cheek, and tell him whose cock I’ll be gagging on while he refreshes my champagne from across the room.
And do you know what he says?
“Yes, Mistress. Anything for you.”
👠 Why I’ll Never Go Back to Monogamy
I don’t need one man to do everything.
I need one man to pay for everything…
And another to f*ck me like I don’t matter.
My husband is my wallet, my servant, my soft little safety net.
But the man who breaks my back on satin sheets?
He’s the one I moan for.
The one I squirt for.
The one who fills me so deep, I don’t even bother hiding the mess when I come home.
💄 The Power of Letting Go
Ladies, listen…
There’s nothing hotter than knowing you’re the center of attention—even while someone else is in your center.
I don’t beg for permission.
I demand pleasure.
And my husband? He’s just lucky to be part of the show.
He’s turned on by the humiliation.
Turned on by the freedom.
And obsessed with me like the obedient little wallet he is.
Tiffany Love: Owned by no one.
F*cked by the bold.
Paid for by the pathetic.
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