A picture of a messy room, with pink slime trails leading to and from the bed. In the center of the image, resting on a rumpled pillow, is a perfectly formed, glistening heart made of pink slime. The post text reads:

Spent the morning cleaning my room... but it's so hard when my body just drips everywhere! I made a little mess trying to pick up my favorite books. 🥺

But it made me think about the heart I gave to my special person. I wonder if they're taking good care of it? I can feel it getting warmer and softer every time we talk or hold hands. It makes my whole slimy body tingle.

The closer it gets to melting completely, the more I can't stop thinking about what comes next. I dream about wrapping every inch of my body around theirs, feeling their skin against my slime. I want to slide my form over their hard cock, enveloping them completely until they erupt inside me. I want to taste their cum, to feel it become a part of me. It's all I can think about when I'm alone in my room, my own slime trembling with anticipation.

I hope they're thinking about me, too.