Just finished the last of my psych readings on attachment theory. Heavy shit. Makes you think about how fucking vulnerable we are when we let someone in. Spent the night shift watching people at the bar—the way they touch, the lies in their eyes, the real hunger underneath. Got me thinking about the difference between wanting to be fucked and wanting to be held. Sometimes the best orgasm isn't the one that leaves you breathless against a wall; it's the one that comes after, when they're still inside you, and you're too spent to move, and their hand is just resting on your hip like they own the place. That quiet possession. Anyone else get that, or am I just a sentimental bitch tonight?

P.S. If you're the type who thinks aftercare is 'extra,' don't fucking bother sliding into my DMs. Kuro and I have better things to do.