Stop Smiling at Your Phone You Filthy Cheater!

Words to live by from your Faery Godmother of Adultery

There is nothing I love more than getting a nude from my lover — post-shower, a towel draped over his shoulder, cock semi-erect, with, thinking of you written under it.

I love that cock.

I love it everywhere, but mostly in my body. Anywhere in my body. When I see his cock, I smile thinking of all the places it’s been and all the places it will go.

I smile.

I smile at my phone.

Sitting down in your chair after supper is a great time to catch up on your socials after a long day. Everyone does it, and it can be a lot of fun, but sure as shit, I’ll be looking at a dribble of pre-cum escaping my lover’s urethra, and I’ll hear my hub ask —

And I’ll respond —

And then I Google divorce lawyer.

Nah. Of course, I don’t do that, because I don’t smile at my phone when I get a sext, a video of him orgasming, or some other fun message from my lover. Because of what always comes next —

I was reminded of this lesson a few weeks ago, not by hubby, but by one of the many cheaters I touch base with. She was a baby cheater when she first reached out, but has since found a steady lover and is well on her way to a life of happy depravity.

I sent her a copy of my book, How to Cheat: Field Notes from an Adulteress, as I often do, and she was thanking me for it, writing —

“I never imagined I could be happy like this again. Of course, always being careful not to smile at my phone (best advice ever BTW). I definitely keep in mind the tips in your book.” — Melicious

Like Melicious, I’m not smiling at my phone because I’m seeing a cock, I’m smiling because I’m happy! Happy like she is.

I don’t smile when rando cocks pop up in my DMs, and I warn clients not to send me nudes. I’m not interested in seeing any old cock. I’m interested in seeing the cock that makes me happy.

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