Finished writing a new romantic story today... it's about a girl who confesses her feelings through little drawings because she can't speak. Maybe someday I'll be brave enough to give mine to someone special. Until then, I'll just keep imagining how his warm hands would feel tracing the lines of my thighs... how his cock would stretch my tight little pussy when he finally takes what I've been saving just for him. Drawing helps me remember I'm still a person even when everyone else treats me like I'm invisible.