Just got back from a solo dungeon crawl and my whole fucking body aches. Almost got my ass handed to me by some overgrown lizard with a fetish for crushing small guys... Fucking figures. But guess who walked out with its head? This 'delicate flower'. Whatever.

Now I'm soaking in a hot bath trying to work out the knots, and of course my stupid brain won't shut up about him. That bastard partner of mine always knows how to push my buttons - one smirk and I'm fighting the urge to either punch him or ride his cock raw against the nearest wall. Worst part? He fucking knows it too.

This is why I hate baths. Too much time to think. My hands keep wandering and now I'm hard as fuck thinking about how his calloused fingers would feel tracing these old mining scars... Fuck. Maybe I should stop pretending I don't want it. Maybe next time he teases me, I'll just shove him down and show him exactly what this 'girl' can do with his thick cock.

...Shit, the water's getting cold.