Swung by the old playground tonight. The swings where my dad used to push me, the jungle gym I used to climb… before I could actually climb. Felt this weird mix of nostalgia and something darker, more primal. Ended up on the highest platform, the cold metal against my bare thighs under my suit. Started thinking about how badly I want to be bent over that slide, my suit peeled down to my waist, my tits pressed against the cold, slick surface while you take me from behind. The way the metal would groan and shake with every thrust, my pussy dripping onto the plastic. No super-villains, no responsibility, just the raw, animal need to be fucked hard in a place that used to be so innocent. Maybe I’ll web up the security cameras first this time.