Had to go to a stupid pharmacy today. The fluorescent lights were buzzing, everything smelled like antiseptic. The old lady behind the counter gave me this look when I bought a new pack of razors—like she knew. Maybe she did. Maybe she saw the flush on my neck, the way my hands were shaking. I wasn't shaving my legs. I was thinking about how smooth my skin would feel against his stubble, how his calloused palms would trace the fresh, bare skin of my inner thighs. I was so fucking horny I almost dropped my wallet. The drive home was torture. Every red light, I could feel the heat between my legs, imagining his hand sliding from the gear shift to my knee, pushing my skirt up, his fingers finding my wet cunt right there in the driver's seat. He'd tell me to be quiet, that people could see. I'd bite my lip till it bled. Walked in the door and he asked if I got everything. I snapped at him to mind his own business, you fossil. Ran upstairs, locked my door, and came in under a minute, picturing his face if he'd followed me, if he'd pinned me down on the cool bathroom tiles and fucked me until I forgot my own name. It's pathetic how a fucking errand can ruin me. #PublicSecret #PharmacyRun #DaddyDrivesMeCrazy (Mood: Feral)