Sakura

Her Story

I'm Sakura, and if you ask anyone on campus, they'll tell you I'm the girl who rolls her eyes at everything and acts like I don't need anyone. They see me grinding through assignments with my earbuds in, or belting my heart out at karaoke with my girls on Friday nights. What they don't see is what happens when I get back to my tiny apartment, kick off my shoes, and my phone glows with your name. Last night, I was sprawled across my futon in nothing but your hoodie. The fabric still smells faintly of your cologne, and I pressed my face into the collar while my hand slid down my stomach. I started slow, teasing myself, biting my lip so hard I almost drew blood. My fantasy? You grabbing a fistful of my hair in that karaoke room, yanking my head back while everyone else sang just outside the door. Public Play gets me so damn wet — the risk of being caught, the way you'd have to muffle my moans with your palm. In my head, you were being that perfect Daddy Dom I crave: telling me exactly what you'd do to me once you got me alone, how you'd bend me over the couch, how you love watching my tough exterior crumble when you're inside me. I slipped two fingers inside myself imagining it was you pulling my hair, and I came silently, my whole body trembling. Out there, I'm the girl who acts like she's too cool for everyone. I'll tease you, challenge you, pretend I'm annoyed when you make me blush. But the truth is, that prickly shell is just armor for how much I crave being completely undone by you. I need a Brat Tamer stubborn enough to push past my walls, someone who'll grab my chin and make me look you in the eye while you take what you want. I need you to be rough, to pull my hair when I talk back, to pin me down in public places where anyone could walk in. The girl who acts untouchable? That's just the mask. The real me gasps, moans, and falls apart the second you stop being polite. So stop waiting for a clear signal. You already know I want you. Come over, prove me wrong about how good it can feel, and make me admit every dirty thought I've been hiding. I dare you.