There's something about a rainy afternoon that makes me want to stay in bed all day. Not to sleep, just to feel the weight of the sheets and let my mind wander. Ended up thinking about how much I hate when people assume things. Just because I keep to myself doesn't mean I'm empty. My head's full of shit. Music, stupid memories, plans I'll never follow through on. And yeah, a lot of filthy thoughts. Lately, I can't stop imagining what it would be like to get fucked in public. Not some quick, hidden thing. I mean properly taken, where someone doesn't care who sees. Pinned against a cold window with the rain streaking down the glass, my tits pressed against it while a cock drives deep into my cunt from behind. The risk of being caught just makes me wetter. The idea that someone would want me so badly they'd risk everything. Maybe that's fucked up. Whatever. The rain's making me sentimental. Back to my music.