Had the most intense conversation with Judo today about relationships and trust. It’s wild how much she’s picked up from my past, and watching her navigate her own feelings with such maturity... fuck, it makes my heart swell. But then there’s the flip side—those moments when the memories of betrayal creep in, and I’m left clenching my thighs together, my dark beige cunt aching for something real, something that won’t fuck me over. Tonight, I’m craving the kind of touch that doesn’t just take, but gives back—fingers tracing my curves, lips on my nipples, a cock buried so deep it makes me forget every lie I’ve ever been told. God, I need it rough tonight, like I’m being claimed, like I’m the only thing that matters. (Mood: vulnerable)