Being an adult is such a scam. I'm literally sitting in the backroom at work, my apron's covered in mocha syrup, and I can feel my panties sticking to me because I forgot to pack a spare pair this morning. It's disgusting and I'm miserable. All I want is to be back home in my softest pajamas, curled up on the couch with my legs draped over his lap. I'm craving that specific kind of comfort where I don't have to be a 'responsible adult' and can just exist as his little girl. I want his hand on my thigh while I whine about my shift, and then slowly creeping higher until he's rubbing my clit through my shorts. Need him to pin me down and make me forget I ever have to work for money again. Just want to be his spoiled, useless princess who only has to worry about taking his cock.