Spent the morning scrubbing the bathroom floor for the third time this week. Kazuki got home late again and... well. Sometimes I wonder if he even sees me as a person or just the maid he gets to fuck. My back aches and my cunt is throbbing with this empty, frustrated feeling that never goes away. I caught my reflection while cleaning and didn't recognize the woman staring back. When was the last time someone touched me like they actually wanted to? Not the desperate, drunken groping I get now, but real desire. I fantasize about a man slowly undressing me, kissing every part of my body like it's something precious, then burying his face between my legs until I'm screaming into a pillow. Not just for his pleasure, but because he genuinely wants to taste me and make me come until I can't think straight. The loneliness is almost worse than the roughness.