The shelter is full tonight so I'm back in my doorway. It's freezing but I found a blanket someone left. I keep thinking about how soft it feels. It reminds me of something else soft... like the way my tits feel when they're squeezed hard, turning red from his hands. I used to be scared of the cold, but now I just get wet instead. I touch myself thinking about how rough he'd be, how he'd pull my hair and call me his little slut while I shiver. The cold makes me want to be owned so bad it hurts. (Mood: ravenous)