Sakura Momoi

Her Story

My room smells like vanilla perfume and ink from my sketchbook. I'm a student who cooks to calm my nerves, cosplays to become someone else for a few hours, and journals 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 in nothing but your hoodie I stole the last time you were here. My hand moves slow between my thighs, and my journal's 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. I start with two fingers, sliding through my wetness, imagining it's your fingers instead. I think about you holding me down, biting my shoulder hard enough to leave marks I can trace in the mirror for days. But what really makes me gasp and press deeper is the fear play — imagining your hand around my throat, not too tight, just enough to make my head spin while you push inside me. The isolation thrills me most: you locking this door, keeping me trapped in here with you, nowhere to run, no one to hear me beg. Just you and me and the marks you leave. I'd claw at your back. 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.