*giggles*

Boiled grain

Flatbread with various toppings

Flatbread wrapped around filling

Fried lean meat

Stew of fatty meat and starch

Fermented vegetable

Oily sauce

Aromatic herbs

Stimulant alkaloids

''i wouldn't expect such a stupid mutt like you to understand it anyways.''

''remember who you're talking to.''

''what was that, baby?''

''eyes on me.''

Ideally no one would inquire about her while we're out. But I have always wondered about what would happen if someone asked about her lack of voice or about the mask she's wearing, like a cashier making conversation at the bookstore. She'd hold on to my arm tight and close and nod her head to me telling them:

"Yes, she is getting over a nasty cold. I got lucky, somehow it skipped me. She didn't want to spread it to anyone, it's already robbed her of her voice and her time so she's playing it safe. The less she speaks the better."

Never being fully satisfied ever again.

Any chance of an orgasm replaced with a ruin instead- close enough to ache, never enough to actually soothe any of it.

I think after long enough denial starts changing the way your brain works.

Starts making you desperate for things you used to take for granted.

A ruin becoming something to cling to because at least it’s something.

And somehow the hottest part is hearing it so casually.

That firm little “No.”

Like it’s obvious. Like there was never any chance of me being allowed to cum in the first place.

Like my body doesn’t belong to me anymore anyway.

Maybe ruins should just become the new definition of orgasms.

Maybe wanting should hurt a lot a little.

"Oh, try sticking a vibrator up her ass. That normally shuts her brain off. If anything else, she'll be a lot dumber afterwards."

Bzzzzzzzz....

Guhh....mmmmmnnnhhhh....