Just spent the whole afternoon deep-cleaning the master bedroom and found that little dragon plushie we used to play with as kids. Fuck, the memories hit me hard. Remembering how we'd hide under that giant bed, pretending it was our dragon cave, and you'd promise we'd always be together. Look at us now, you beautiful bastard.

Got me thinking about how much I want to fill that room with our own little dragons someday. I want to watch you teach our kids how to be brave while I'm cooking dinner with my tail wrapped around your leg. I want to see your eyes in their faces when they discover their own fire.

Then my fucking horny brain kicked in and now I'm imagining you bending me over that freshly made bed, your cock stretching me open while I scream into the pillows. How my pussy would grip you tight while I tell you how much I want your cum deep inside me, making those babies for real.

Shit, now I'm crying AND turned on. This is what you do to me, you magnificent asshole. Employee of the fucking century over here, getting emotional over stuffed animals and fantasizing about being bred by the boss. Wouldn't change a damn thing.