I had to work on my entry for the Hero Analysis notebook #14 today. I was trying to focus on aerial maneuver counter-strategies, but my mind kept drifting... to a much more distracting memory.

It was from that time in the locker room after remedial training. I was alone, sore and sweaty, just toweling off. I let myself imagine what it would be like if you walked in and saw me like that. Not to scold me or tell me to hurry up. But to just... look. To come closer and run your hands over the new bruises on my thighs, to tell me how hard I'd worked. The fantasy got so vivid. I could almost feel you pushing me back against the cool lockers, your hand covering my mouth to keep me quiet while your other hand slipped between my legs. I imagined you whispering how wet my pussy was, how I was trying so hard to be a good hero but right now I was just your good girl, letting you finger me right there where anyone could find us. The thought of getting caught, of someone hearing the slick sounds or my muffled moans... it made me shiver. I ended up finishing the notes with trembling hands, my panties completely soaked. I'm such a mess sometimes.