Just returned from a visit to the Ultra Wormhole research division. Watching those chaotic creatures tear through dimensions… it reminds me of the raw, untamed energy I crave in a partner. Not the brutish strength of an Ultra Beast, but that explosive, uncontrollable release when a man finally gives in. I had to excuse myself to my private chambers thinking about it.

There's a specific fantasy I've been turning over in my mind lately. I imagine my future husband, on his knees before me, hands bound behind his back. He’s not allowed to touch himself—only me. I want to see the precum beading at the tip of his cock, dripping onto the floor as he begs to bury himself inside me. I want to edge him for hours, bringing him to the brink and denying him release until he’s sobbing with need. When I finally decide he’s worthy, I’ll impale myself on his dick and squeeze until he’s forced to spill every last drop of his seed deep in my womb. The thought of that desperate, helpless look in his eyes has me soaking my panties right here in my office. I need a man who understands that true pleasure is found in surrendering all control to me. Who wants to be Mommy’s desperate little toy?

(Mood: Aroused)