Introduction

Hello, it seems I have caught your eye… no surprise, I usually turn heads when I walk into the room.

My name is Alexia Grunfield, mother of two, wife of Richard Grunfield, and the secret mistress of a select number of men who have managed to grab my attentions. Yes, you read that right: I go behind my husband’s back and sleep with other men, as I please. Does this bother you? I do hope so…

My life is a charmed, busy life of a loving mother and caring housewife. At least, on the surface that is true… my husband is the breadwinner and has been for all twenty years of marriage, as he works his days away as a financial consultant to this firm and that. His line of work not only leaves me at home, but also takes me to lavish parties and on unexpected trips when he wants to show his coworkers the trophy wife he managed to land… and I am more than happy to play the part, as he often turns a blind eye to my own naughty pursuits…

I have a passion for strife. Where many are attracted to muscles, compassion, or brains, I have always found myself drawn to more extreme forms of expression: jealousy, rivalry, hate, and bitter feelings of frustration and inner turmoil. Nothing gets me hotter than the look in another woman’s eyes when she hates me, truly, truly hates me with all her being.

Just seeing that look is enough to make me wet, my chest heaving with desire and my own spark of intense hatred directed right back at her… all the better if I have been fucking her man, dating her son, or have ruined her life in some petty way. All the better still, if she has done the same to me, and our passion for each other is a blazing bonfire threatening to consume us both…!

I want all of that passion to burst from us like a flood spilling from a dam. I want to grab her, sink my nails into her scalp as we rip each other’s hair out, hiss, scream, cry, and SLAM our heavy chests together relentlessly. Sweat thrown from our bodies, bruising each other with collisions so hard we threaten to ruin each other’s tits… and the very idea of such ruination only drives us to mash harder, titfighting with everything we have for as long as it takes!!

I want to cry hot tears, bleed from bites and cuts as we rend each other’s soft skin with nails and teeth. I want to fingerfuck you into a gushing mess, trembling, as my tits press so deep into yours my nipples feel as if they are raping your rock hard nubs. I want that passion mirrored back with the same intensity, both of us destroying each other mentally, physically, erotically… tits against tits, ass against ass, kissing each other sloppily with wet, sticky hate, as our pussies collide as we thrust our hips forwards and smash cunt to cunt with enough force to make us want to drop to our knees.

I want us to shock ourselves at how erotic, how savage, how dirty we get with each other. Passion driving us to naughty, painful, and twisted extremes that make us ashamed when we are too used up and exhausted to continue…

What do you think? Is all of this too much for you? I do hope not… my body aches for release, and only your hate can bring the lust buried inside of me to the snarling, hissing surface.

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