Being the other woman is practically my natural habitat. When I turned 18, I was always into “unavailable” guys. (Here so defined as cis men who are married, engaged, in a relationship, etc.) They’d already discovered the things they have; they knew what they wanted. That itch they couldn’t scratch. Always, always someone else – their eyes would stray towards their lustful inclinations. The MILF next door who always brushes up against your dick or the badass Latina with an as