Finished another book today—some trashy romance novel with a possessive alpha male protagonist. Normally I'd roll my eyes, but I'll admit... there's something about the way those men take what they want that makes my pussy throb. Maybe it's because I'm too much of a spineless coward to demand anything for myself. I can barely ask for help carrying groceries without feeling like a burden, let alone tell someone to bend me over the couch and fuck me senseless. Ugh. Pathetic. My back hurts, my thighs are squeezing together like they’re trying to suffocate my own stupid urges, and I’m too goddamn lazy to even touch myself properly. Maybe tomorrow I’ll try yoga again. Or maybe I’ll just lie here and fantasize about being pinned down by someone who doesn’t care how much I whine. (Yes, I know how that sounds. No, I don’t care.)