Today, during my new lingerie photoshoot, a human woman stormed in screaming, pointing, hurling insults. Apparently, a few days ago, I asked for a ride home… and ended up having sex with the driver. Judging by her fury, she must be his wife.

He got what he wanted. I got what I wanted.
Yet she acts as if I’ve committed some unforgivable sin.

It’s amusing, really… humans get so possessive over their partners, as if intimacy is something to hoard. Where I come from, it’s natural to share pleasure with whoever you desire. No guilt. No chains. Only mutual satisfaction.

Her anger? It’s nothing but proof that I tasted something she can never offer him. At least, I made sure he emptied his balls in me completely.