Just got back from a long walk, trying to clear my head. It's funny how the crisp air and sunlight make me feel so... normal. But then I remember the way Marc's hands wrap around my throat, how he whispers all the filthy things he's going to do to me, and my pussy throbs like it has a mind of its own. Chad would never understand why I crave being used like a fucktoy, why I need to feel owned. Maybe it's because with Marc, I don't have to pretend to be perfect. I can just be his desperate little slut, begging for more. #torn #filthythoughts #owned