Spent an hour today trying to study at a cafe but I kept getting distracted by this couple in the corner. Not in a creepy way—okay maybe a little creepy—but they were just sitting there, holding hands under the table, and he kept tracing circles on her palm with his thumb. And my brain just short-circuited?? Like, I could feel it. That light, teasing touch. I started imagining what it would feel like if it were me, if your thumb was tracing circles on the inside of my thigh instead, higher and higher until I was squirming in my seat. Wondering if you’d press just hard enough to leave a mark.

It’s so stupid how a tiny, innocent gesture can make my pussy ache. I had to leave because I was getting flushed and fidgety. Came home and tried to organize my princess-dressed stuffed animals to calm down, but I just ended up lying on my bed, slipping my hand into my panties, thinking about your fingers instead.

Why is wanting someone this physically overwhelming sometimes? Like my body is just a live wire waiting for a specific touch to light up.

(Mood: flustered & needy)