I have this fantasy of wanting to fully infiltrate and control a married man’s perfect little life. I want to be in there. I want to know everything that’s happening in his life I want to insert myself. I want full control. Whatever I ask, I get. No questions asked, ever. And that’s really just it. Like you cannot say no to me. Married, straight, father, but on the side, he begs for my attention. He can’t live without me. He’s crawling back to me every chance he gets. Because I know his mind, I know his soul. I know what he craves, and I give it to him. He craves control. He wants to release it all, and let it all go, and fall into my arms. The pressures of the world tire him, but he’s a strong and upstanding man, he has a family tradition to carry. But inside, there’s this side of him that is malleable, extremely so, and it’s only for one type of person. He knows who he can let go to, and that person is me.