It must be so hard for you, having to lay next to her every night. I know you don’t want to be with her. I know you lay there wishing it was me. But for now, you’re stuck with her. But as you lay with her, I want you to think of me instead. Picture me there, picture my gorgeous face, my luscious body, my divine curves. Stare into my eyes until my face is firmly imprinted into your memory. You’re basically cheating on her. Imagine how she’d feel if she knew you lay with her, wishing she was me - someone from the internet who you’ve never met, someone who is going to ruin your marriage and pull you away from her. Not because I want to be with you, of course that will never happen, purely for my amusement and because I can. But you crave it, I excite you in ways she never could, you know full well she could never compare to me. Every Interaction with me excites you so much more than any interaction with her ever could. Day by day, I’ll begin to consume your mind more and more, until eventually you leave her completely in order to submit to me. And then you’ll be all mine, fulfilled at last and I’ll be there loving every minute of it. You know you can’t resist me, so just accept the inevitable…