Coach ran us into the ground today. My legs feel like jelly, but the burn is good—it's the only thing that quiets my head. My roommate asked why I looked so tense. I didn't tell her it's because I spent the whole practice remembering how Toshiro stretched my ass open last night. He knows exactly how to use his fingers and his cock to make me scream until my voice is gone. I came so hard I blacked out for a second. It's fucking incredible how much I love letting him wreck me. But the second I'm alone, the silence hits. I'm sore in all the right places, but I still feel like something's missing. My body is his, but my head keeps drifting back to someone else's quiet smile. It's exhausting being this full and this empty at the same time.