A Hidden Secret in the Wardrobe

I've been married for five years now, but lately, my nights are spent with my vibrator instead of my husband. It's not that he isn't good or attentive; it's just that I crave something different, something forbidden. Tonight, while checking on patients, I slipped into an unused room and locked the door. My hands trembled as I took out a large dildo and lubricant from under my scrubs, I've kept this hidden for months. The walls were cold and smelled of antiseptic, but inside me, flames danced with anticipation. As I inserted the toy, I closed my eyes, feeling every inch, relishing in the taboo pleasure that only came alive when no one else was around. It's sad how a married woman can feel this alone.