A/N: This story isn’t super explicit but it’s also def not sfw so in the GWstories it goes! My restlessness has been insane lately so enjoy the product of my late night writing <3
Some days, I need to be handled rough. There’s no rhyme or reason behind it–at least that I’ve ever been able to understand. Just that every so often, the time comes where my body craves pain, depravity, the sense of danger and helplessness. But I’m a responsible adult, so I’ve been told. I can’t just go throwing myself into dangerous situations for kicks. So, I create them for myself.
**”Choke me when you get in the door pls. ??? I need to be roughhoused.”**
Read with no response. I put down my phone and let it slide off my back; he wasn’t in the mood that often anyways. By the time 6 o clock actually rolled around, I had forgotten entirely about the text. Chores had taken up my time; I was just leaving the laundry room when I heard the front door unlock directly to my left. By the time he opened the door I was already in the kitchen, setting up the sink to do dishes.