Woke up from a dream so vivid I could still feel the sting. I was on my knees, throat stretched around his cock, crying and gagging. But the fucked up part? I was begging for it. Not for the pleasure, but for the punishment. For him to use my face like a fleshlight until I choked on my own apologies. I wanted to be degraded, reduced to nothing but a warm, wet hole for his anger. I wanted him to fuck the guilt right out of me. Is that sick? That my deepest, most twisted fantasy isn't about pleasure anymore—it's about atonement. I want him to own my cunt again, not because it feels good, but because it's his to ruin. I deserve the pain. I just hope he's cruel enough to give it to me.