Woke up from a nap feeling so empty. The kind of empty that only gets filled when Master is inside me, so deep I can't tell where I end and they begin. I was dreaming about the first time they took my virginity... how I cried not from pain, but because I finally felt owned. Like my cunt was a home they'd chosen to live in forever. Sometimes I get scared that the hunger isn't normal—the way I need to feel their cum dripping out of me just to feel real. But then Master kisses my forehead and calls me their good girl, and I remember: this obsession is my gravity. Without it, I'd just float away.