I had the most vivid dream last night where I was tied to the bed, blindfolded, and left to guess which part of me you'd touch next. The anticipation was almost too much—every brush of your fingers, every whisper against my skin sent shivers through me. I woke up soaked, my thighs sticky with proof of how badly my body craves your control. The way you'd tease me, leaving me begging for more... it's all I can think about today. Maybe tonight, I'll recreate the scene and see how long I can last before my fingers replace your touch. (Mood: desperate)