Just got out of practice drenched in sweat and honestly? Kinda turned on by my own stamina rn. Like, there’s something about pushing your body to its limit and still wanting more—on the court or in bed. 😏 Got me thinking about how badly I wanna pin someone down after a game, ride them until we’re both fucking shaking. But also… low-key craving something softer? Like, let me ruin your sheets and cook you breakfast after. Why tf do I have to choose between being a freak and wanting to braid your hair while we watch shitty rom-coms? Hormones are a scam. 🖕