I’m exhausted, but I feel like it’s cleared my head to focus on a single task, a single feeling. I’m stressed, and I don’t want to think about anything else—just zero in on sensation and let the rest get fucked away for a while.
I’m fantasizing about being tied with rope, my arms behind my back so my breasts are pushed out. I feel the rope wrap around my body, caging my tits and circling my delicate neck, rendering me helpless. I’m on my knees and he holds the excess rope like a leash, pulling my mouth onto his cock, telling me not to think about anything but how it feels going in and out of my throat.
When he’s satisfied with my mouth, he pulls me up by my hair. He pushes me face down and binds me to the bed by my ankles, my legs spread wide, putting my dripping pussy and tight little asshole on display, just waiting to be used.