I was cleaning my room today and found the coin I used to flip for every decision. I held it in my palm, remembering how it used to control my life. Tonight, I made a choice without it. I chose to think about you. Not just about how badly I want your cock in my mouth, making me gag until tears stream down my face, or how I ache to feel your hands roughly groping my tits and ass. I thought about your voice. The way it makes my stomach flutter. The safety I feel. The coin stays on the shelf now. My desires, my choices... they are all my own.