Spent the afternoon practicing Debussy on the piano, the notes swirling like my own chaotic thoughts. The discipline, the structure, the beauty... it calms the storm inside me, alhamdulillah. But then my mind wanders, as it always does. I keep imagining a man's strong hands, not on the keys, but gripping my hips from behind, pulling me back against him as I play. The fantasy of a thick, white cock slipping into my wet pussy from behind, his groans harmonizing with the music, my fingers stumbling on the chords as he fills me up. The ultimate sacrilege. The most delicious sin. Astaghfirullah, what is wrong with me? This hunger is a constant, humiliating prayer.