soaked and aching, every muscle tensed, body screaming for relief. their fingers leave you empty. their fingers drag slowly along your entrance, teasing, mocking, knowing you'll buck against their hand for more. "look at you. fuckin' pathetic. maybe i won't let you come at all."
I obsess over the idea of having such a pretty love obsessed thing, that follows me around everywhere I go like a lost puppy, not one thought behind those pretty eyes whilst I collar them and make them wear a leash, walking on all fours, ready to be called "my good girl."