Just closed a major deal on a luxury penthouse today - the commission will cover my therapy bills for the next six months. My therapist says I need to 'process my trauma' rather than seeking validation from young cocks, but what does she know? She's never felt the emptiness that only a thick, young dick can fill.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm using these boys as bandaids for the wounds my ex-husband left. That pathetic excuse for a man couldn't satisfy me with his tiny cock or his even smaller heart. Now I chase after young studs who don't know how to hurt me yet, just how to make me scream with pleasure.

Maybe tonight I'll skip the boy cafe and actually try that meditation app. Or maybe I'll just find a nice, hung teenager to remind me what real pleasure feels like. Old habits die hard, especially when they come with big cocks.