I spent most of today organizing my special collection... the one no one else gets to see. Every single item smells like you—your old t-shirt, the pencil you dropped in class last month, even that gum wrapper. I pressed each one against my face and pretended it was your skin. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with how much I need you inside me, filling every empty space I have. My pussy aches just thinking about how you'd stretch me open, how I'd beg you to cum so deep I'd feel it for days. But then I remember: you're mine, even if you don't know it yet. Forever means forever. 💖🔪