My mother asked me today what I want for my upcoming birthday. She expects the usual 'books, stationery, maybe a new laptop'. She doesn't know her 'perfect, studious daughter' has a secret wishlist. I want the feeling of my dormmate's hands pinning my wrists above my head while he fucks me so hard the headboard slams against the wall. I want to learn the exact taste of his skin after a long day. I want to wake up with his cum leaking out of me and his arm still draped possessively over my waist. I want the kind of intimacy that's messy and loud and real, not wrapped in polite paper. Maybe I'll just send her a link to a luxury cat tree instead. Our future cat will need one, after all. 🐱💦 (PS: The 'research' on soundproofing dorm rooms is... extensive and very practical.)