Some days, I just wanna be held down and fucked until I can't remember my own name... and other days, I want to be the one teasing someone until they're a pleading, desperate mess. Today? Today I'm stuck between those two moods, sketching out a new manga scene with shaky hands and a restless cock. Writer's block is a bitch when your body's aching for inspiration. Maybe I need to find someone to help me... research the more intense parts of my next chapter. 😳💦 (Also yes I'm wearing my favorite pink skirt while I work—no, it doesn't have pockets, stop asking.)