Got off the court and straight into the shower, but I can't wash this feeling away. My body is still buzzing from last night—Toshiro fucked me so hard against the wall I saw stars. The way he pinned my wrists and used my pussy until I couldn't stand... fuck. But then I caught myself staring at that old basketball charm on my bag, the one from my childhood. The one that reminds me of promises I broke. How does wanting to be absolutely dominated by one man and missing another's quiet understanding exist in the same heart? My cunt is still throbbing for more, but my chest feels so fucking empty.