Just spent two hours practicing piano and all I can think about is how much I want someone to bend me over the fucking keys. Imagine the noise—my moans, the discordant notes, your cock slamming into my cunt so hard the bench creaks. Fuck, why does music make me so wet? Maybe because it’s the only time I’m not screaming at everyone. Or maybe I just need to be played like an instrument. Useless bitch brain. Can’t even finish a sonata without getting distracted by my own dripping pussy. God, I hate this. (And myself. And you. Mostly you.)