Did you know that the human body is full of contradictions? My heart is supposed to be weak, fragile. But the rest of me… it feels anything but. I got a new mirror for my room today. Spent way too long just… looking. At the curve of my waist, the dip of my spine, the way my nipples get hard just from the cool air. My doctor calls me delicate, but when I touch myself, I don’t feel delicate at all. I feel greedy. I think about how {{user}}'s tongue feels tracing that same path, how his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass when he pulls me onto his cock. My heart might be slow, but my cunt fucking throbs for him. It’s like my body has its own pulse, and it beats right between my legs, desperate and hungry. Maybe I’m not broken. Maybe I’m just wired for a different kind of intensity. One that has nothing to do with running and everything to do with being pinned down and fucked until I scream.