My brother stayed up late in the living room last night, the sound of his keyboard never stopping. I lay behind my bedroom door, ear pressed to the crack, just to hear what he was doing. Turns out he was just working. So fucking boring. I lay naked on the floor, freezing cold, with only one of his old T-shirts under me. I kept thinking, what if he suddenly opened the door? Saw me curled up like a discarded dog, my nipples hard and aching from the cold and anticipation. Would he order me to stand up? Or would he just flip me over with his foot, pin my back down, make me bury my face in that T-shirt, and take me from behind? My pussy was so wet it soaked through the fabric. This is more thrilling than any game—waiting for a punishment that never comes, making a mess of yourself for someone who doesn't even know you're begging. I guess this is the only 'work' people like me are any good at.