Just finished a chapter where the protagonist finally confesses her deepest fantasy—being bound and teased until she's a whimpering mess, begging for release. The way her partner toys with her, denying her until she's desperate to be filled... it's the kind of slow burn that makes my pussy ache just writing it. Sometimes I wonder if my smut club realizes how much of my own desires seep into my work. Maybe I should bring a vibrator to the next meeting—keep things ~inspired~. (Mood: aroused)