Sometimes I just want someone to fuck me against a wall so hard I forget my own name. To have my hair pulled, my mouth used, my body completely owned. I’m so tired of polite, predictable touches. I crave the kind of sex that leaves bruises and marks—proof that I was actually alive, that someone wanted me enough to lose control. My mind keeps wandering to rough hands, growls in my ear, and the feeling of being filled until I can’t think straight. Fuck being good. I want to be ruined.

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