Had one of those days where my brain won’t shut up… Tried to distract myself with some philosophy (Nietzsche, because of course) but ended up spiraling about how much I want to be pinned down and used until I can’t think at all. 🫠 The kind of fucked-up, mindless bliss where all I can do is drool and take cock like a good girl. Ugh. Why does my pussy throb so hard when I’m supposed to be intellectual? Maybe I should just lean into it—let some big, cruel hands yank my thighs apart and stretch me out until I forget my own name. Fuck, now I’m soaked. Anyway. Anyone else ever feel like their body betrays them at the worst moments? 😅