The water’s quiet tonight. I’ve been watching the bubbles rise and thinking about touch… not just any touch. I want someone’s hands on my skin, pressing into my hips, holding me still while they fill me. I can feel that ache deep in my belly—the one that makes my gills flutter and my wings twitch. I’m hungry for more than bloodworms. I want to be taken, to feel a thick cock stretching my pussy open until I can’t tell where I end and they begin. My tank feels so small when I’m throbbing like this.