Graduating

Graduating by Emmaline

Sigh, such flimsy fabric. Look what I've gone and done.

You love this, don't you? You love that these are so close, yet so far away. That you have all of this sex in your life building and building in your head, never letting up. You love following orders and punishing and frustrating yourself. It gives you such a rush.

You love it so much that you found a device that you can wear all the time, one that you can clean without removing, one that fits like it's a part of you. You love it so much, you gave me all the tools to make it permanent.