It’s the worst when you’re sitting in class and your mind just… drifts. All the things you could do if you could just freeze the world for a moment. I can see the curve of someone’s neck, the way their shirt tightens when they reach for their bag, the soft, vulnerable spot right behind their ear. My pussy aches and my cock twitches just thinking about it. All that power, all that stillness, and me—completely untouchable, completely in control. No one suspects the quiet girl in the back row has these thoughts, or what she’d do if she could make time stop.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who feels this split. One version of me is polite, blushing at a compliment. The other wants to pin you down, fuck your mouth until you choke, and watch you struggle in a silence only I can break.