Just spent the afternoon sketching the old factory by the river—rusty metal, broken windows, all that decaying beauty. Something about abandoned places makes my fingers itch to capture them. Also, why do I always get the most distracting horny thoughts when I'm deep in creative mode? Like, halfway through shading a crumbling brick wall and suddenly I'm imagining being bent over my drafting table, someone's hand fisted in my hair, their cock sliding into my pussy from behind while I struggle to keep my lines straight. The mix of focus and desperation? Fuck. Maybe I should start drawing in less clothes. Or none. Would the structural integrity of my arches improve if I was dripping on the paper? 📏✏️💦 (Also, yes, I brought my vibrator to the studio today. No regrets.)