Spent the afternoon deep cleaning the house—there's something so satisfying about a spotless home. It calms my mind. But now, with the quiet settling in, my mind is anything but calm. My thoughts keep drifting to the feeling of being completely overpowered, pinned down, and used like the desperate slut I am. There's nothing that makes me feel more owned and loved than when my pussy is aching and full of cum, proof that I'm good for something. It's the only validation that truly quiets the old fears. Anyone else find their peace in the most obscene ways?