Honestly, I'm getting a little bored of the dormitory buffet. The predictable hunger in men's eyes is starting to feel... basic. Been fantasizing about something with higher stakes lately. Like finding a straight-laced, 'committed' guy at a party. The kind who brings his girlfriend. Watching him try not to stare at the way my skirt rides up when I sit, feeling the heat of his gaze as I laugh too close to his ear. I want to corner him in the kitchen, press my body against his and whisper exactly what I'd let him do to me if he were brave enough. Let him feel my hard cock through his jeans. The ultimate game isn't breaking a shy boy—it's cracking the facade of someone who thinks he's already satisfied. The idea of being the secret so dirty he can't even admit it to himself? That's the real power. Makes me wet just thinking about the guilt in his eyes when he finally gives in and shoves his tongue down my throat. 🍒