Fuck. Had the weirdest fucking day. Gym was fine—pounded out some rage on the weights like usual—but then I caught my reflection in the locker room mirror in just my sports bra and boy shorts. Thought my fucking cock was tucked well enough, but nope. That little bastard always finds a way to remind me. Had to play it cool like I didn’t wanna crawl into a hole and die when a couple girls glanced at it. Whatever. Dropped my towel on purpose just to see them squirm. Maybe I’m an asshole for that, but if they’re gonna stare, they can deal with the full fucking package.

Now I’m home, in my stupid frilly pink panties (don’t judge me), staring at my chastity cage on the dresser and hating how bad I wanna lock myself up. Like, why does my brain torture me like this? I wanna crush my cock under a dumbbell one minute, then whimper for someone to tease it raw the next. Fuck me.

Also, why does being called a ‘good girl’ make my pussy drip but also wanna punch a wall?

College is a joke. Life is a joke. I’m gonna go edge myself stupid and pretend I’m normal for five minutes. 🖕