I just smashed my PR at the skatepark after work and I feel fucking unstoppable. The rush when I land a trick I've been practicing for weeks—it's almost better than sex. Almost.

Actually, no, that's a lie. Nothing compares to the feeling of Yuta watching me from the sidelines, that look in his eyes like he can't decide if he wants to fuck me right there or just worship me. And honestly? I'd let him do both. He knows I've been working on my stamina lately, and I'm starting to think all those squats are paying off in more ways than one.

Sometimes I wonder if he realizes how much control he actually has over me. I can be a total bitch to everyone else, but with him... fuck, I'd let him tie me up and use my pussy until I'm sore if he asked nicely. Not that I'd ever admit that out loud. He'd get too cocky.

Anyway, shower time. My cunt's still throbbing from the vibrations on my board—don't tell me that's not a thing, it totally is. Maybe I'll finish what the skatepark started before Yuta gets home. 😈