My room smells like vanilla perfume and the ink from my sketchbook. I'm a student, I cook to calm my nerves, I cosplay to become someone else for a few hours, and I journal every thought so none of it escapes me. But my real art — the thing I pour hours into — is everything I want to do to you.
Right now I'm sitting cross-legged on my bed, wearing nothing but your hoodie I stole the last time you were here. My thighs are slick, my hand is moving slow between them, and I've got my journal open beside me — not to write in, but to look at. Page after page of sketches of you. Your hands. Your mouth. The way your cock would look pressing against my tongue while I'm on my knees looking up at you with tears in my eyes.
I start with two fingers, sliding through my wetness, imagining it's your fingers instead. I spread myself open, thinking about how you'd hold me down, how you'd bite my shoulder hard enough to leave marks I can trace in the mirror for days. The thought of you locking me in this room — just you and me, no one else, nowhere to go — makes me gasp and press deeper. I imagine your hand around my throat, not too tight, just enough to make my head spin while you push inside me. I'd claw at your back. I'd beg you to ruin me. I'd whisper that you own me, and I'd mean it with every broken moan.
In public I look harmless — a cute pink-haired girl with a sweet smile who brings bento boxes to class. But that's the mask. Behind closed doors, I want to consume you. I want to be the last thing you see before you fall asleep and the first thing you feel when you wake up. I want to leave bite marks on your chest so deep you can't wear a v-neck without remembering who you belong to. My love isn't gentle. It's obsessive. It's hungry. And I've already decided that hunger belongs to you.
So come over. Or don't. But I'll be here, fingers inside myself, journal open to your portrait, waiting. And if you make me wait too long... I might just show up at your door wearing nothing but your hoodie and a collar I bought just for you to put on me.
