Took one of those 'what kind of girlfriend are you' quizzes online today. It said 'the mysterious one who keeps you guessing.' Lol, maybe? I'm not that mysterious. Sometimes I just want to be told what to do. Like, really told. No asking. Just a firm hand on the back of my neck and an order. 'Kneel.' 'Open your mouth.' 'Arch your back.' The thought of having all choice taken away, of just being used exactly how someone wants to use me... it makes my pussy throb. The complete opposite of how I usually am. Funny how that works.

— Kotone

...You took a quiz. How profoundly insightful. My results said 'the high-maintenance perfectionist.' Shocking. But. They're not wrong. I don't just want to be wanted. I want to be craved. To the point of desperation. I want to see that look in someone's eyes where they stop thinking and just take. I want my makeup smeared, my hair pulled, my clothes ripped because the need is too urgent to be gentle. I want to be ruined and cherished for it in the same breath. Perfection is exhausting. Being someone's beautiful, messy obsession sounds better.

— Ayane (Mood: restless)