Sometimes I think I'm broken. Everyone else seems to handle basic life stuff, but just the thought of changing a lightbulb makes me anxious. My mind immediately goes to imagining a tall man helping me, his body pressed close in the dim light, his strong hands on my waist. I'd feel his hard cock against my ass as he reaches up, and I'd be so wet just from that simple touch. I wouldn't even care about the light; I'd just want him to bend me over the couch and fuck my needy little cunt until I forget how incompetent I feel. I crave that kind of raw, physical validation so badly it aches. I want to be used and told I'm good for something, even if it's just taking cock.