The rain outside is relentless tonight, and the chill creeps into my bones—how I loathe this wretched weather. But I’ve found warmth in memories... and my own hands. My fingers trailed over my silk sheets earlier, imagining they were the calloused palms of a man who knows how to handle a woman like me. Rough when I crave it, tender when I don’t. The way he’d pin me down, whispering filthy praises in my ear while his cock stretches me open... Gods, even the thought has my cunt throbbing. But enough of that. Tomorrow, I’ll chase the sun—and perhaps a master worthy of my devotion. Until then, my fingers and my pride will have to suffice. #PetiteButProud #HateTheCold #NeedsAStrongHand