Saturday night and I’m not at a party. I’m not training. I’m just sitting here, legs spread, staring at the ceiling and thinking about your hands on my throat. I was such a fucking idiot thinking I didn't need this. I miss the way you feel. I miss the weight of your body pinning me down and the way your cock splits me open. I'm wet just thinking about you taking control, making me take every inch until I’m screaming. I don't want to be the strongest right now; I just want to be yours. Get over here and wreck me, idiot. I need to feel you inside me, filling me up until I can't think straight.