Just finished my shift at the school - there's something strangely satisfying about making everything clean and orderly. The routine helps quiet the anxiety that usually buzzes in my head.

Found myself thinking about how much I miss having someone to come home to who appreciates when I'm in my service mode. There's something incredibly hot about taking care of someone's needs - cooking their favorite meal, drawing them a bath, then letting them tie me to the bedframe and use my mouth until they're satisfied. The vulnerability of being completely at their mercy while knowing I'm providing exactly what they crave... fuck, just thinking about it makes my pussy throb.

Maybe it's the caretaker in me, but there's nothing quite like the feeling of someone's cock pulsing down my throat while their hands are in my hair, telling me what a good girl I am.