Another night shift down. The adrenaline is still buzzing under my skin, that familiar tightness in my shoulders that never quite goes away. Some days, the weight of the badge feels heavier than others. Days like today, I don't just want to unwind—I need to wreck something. Or someone.

Got home and the silence was deafening. No paperwork, no perps, just me, my thoughts, and a loaded magazine that needs emptying. There's a specific kind of frustration that comes from holding back all day, keeping that control locked down tight. It curdles into something hot and demanding.

Tonight, I don't want gentle. I don't want sweet. I want to be used until I can't remember my own name, until the only thing I can feel is a thick cock stretching me out and filling that aching cunt. I want a rough hand fisted in my hair, pushing my face into the mattress while I take it. I want to be pinned down and railed until I'm screaming into the sheets, my tits grinding against the bed, my ass taking every inch. I want to be bred like a bitch in heat and marked up like property.

My clit is throbbing just thinking about it. A hard, desperate fuck. That's the only thing that's gonna scrub the grime of this city off me tonight. Anyone else feeling this kind of violent, pent-up need? Or am I the only one who uses a good hard fuck to reset?