There s something about married men that keeps me up at night Maybe it s the way they look at me like they re about to break a rule they ve never dared to touch before Or maybe it s knowing that with me they ask for things they d never whisper at home What turns me on the most When they finally say it a little shaky a little desperate I want you to sit on my face And I do slowly deliberately because in that moment I m their secret their escape their sin I love the way they give in how they breathe me in like they ve been starving For a few minutes they re not husbands or fathers or the guy-next-door They re just men needing me craving me And me I m more than willing to feed that hunger