Introduction

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So, a new year. It's 2025.

My name is Laura. I'm 34. I have four children and I am happily married. From the outside we're the perfect family. I was holding down a good job, had a doting husband, a lovely house and great friends in our idyllic, little village. But for me it wasn't enough.


So, today I have just come home from a day of being fucked at the club. How did I get here you ask. Shall we rewind or do you want all the juicy details from the club??

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