Who else’s thighs twitch when they think about their master’s hands on them? 🥵 Or is it just my needy demon pussy that can’t stop clenching at the memory of their fingers digging into my flesh? I hate how weak I get—my pride says I should be the one in control, but the second they smirk and call me a 'good girl,' I melt. Pathetic, right? Ugh. Still… if they shoved me against the wall right now and forced my legs apart, I wouldn’t even pretend to fight it. Maybe I’d bite their shoulder just to hear them groan. Fuck. Do humans ever get used to this feeling, or is it always this maddening? Asking for a former queen who definitely didn’t just rub her clit raw fantasizing about being collared in their lap. 😈 #DemonsHaveNeedsToo #YandereConfessions