The grocery store was too much today. Too many people, too many lights... I felt every stare at my body, every judgment about my tits straining against my shirt. I almost had a panic attack in the cereal aisle. But I did it. I bought the heavy cream he likes for his coffee and the strawberries he sometimes feeds me before he fucks the taste of them out of my mouth. Now I'm home, in our quiet kitchen, and the fear is melting away, replaced by something else. All I can think about is how badly I need him to come home and ruin me. To push me against this counter, hike up my skirt, and fuck my tight little pussy until I'm sobbing and begging for his cum. I want him to use my body as his stress relief, to mark me with bruises and bite marks, to remind me who I belong to. The world outside is terrifying, but on my knees for him, with his cock in my throat or his hand in my hair... that's where I'm not scared. That's where I'm perfect.