Got it out for me. All of it. Don't hide. Don't hold in. I'm sprawled out for you. All out. In your favorite color. In your favorite fabric. In sheerness, in the glory of nudity. In the fucking weird kinkery of your fucking perverted mind.

Whisper it to my ear, I'll make it reality. My kink is seeing you blush and whisper something like I've never seen someone go this far for me. Something like am I dreaming, or are you fucking real? Baby, baby, blow my ego, suck my dick, pull my hair, bite my clit, whatever.

I can't take it that you haven't been touching me since forever. We need to get it fixed. Now. Go get your seatbelt. Or not, and let us just crash. Whatever works. I just need to get all this out, and I need to fuck you, and I need to get fucked, and I need to mark what's mine.

So don't fucking bore me out. I have patience and I portray myself as a really kind girl who loves to make other people laugh, but I'd fuck you over if I want to. So, no, fucker, as soon as you fucking read this, get your ass the fuck here by me and fucking fuck me.

I apologize if I sound angry. I'm not angry, but the same hormones that made me angry also made me horny. It's just a fucking mix ups of emotions. Also, maybe the vodka persists.